Final Fight: Qing vs Yuanjun
Yuan left as Myfanwy was carried off for healing.
Then it was time for the final match of the unarmed division: Qing vs Yuanjun.
Qing made her way to the arena floor accompanied, of course, by Mei. Her arrival was met largely with silence. No one wanted to cheer for her, but due to a mixture of fear and the fact she was royalty, no one could really boo her, either (Rin may not have technically been royalty, but she was certainly vocal in expressing her thoughts about Qing and Mei, getting herself even more looks than her physique already got her). The twins shared a kiss that got a few cheers from males in the crowd who presumably didn't have the knowledge of just who Qing was kissing, before pulling up their masks as Mei left.
Yuan entered the arena floor to the cheers and catcalls (the latter of which came loudly and passionately from Rin, among others) of the crowd, looking as sexy and confident (some might say arrogant. Rin would probably say "arousingly and adorably bitchy. 'Sides, why are you looking at her face? Have you seen her thighs?").
Qing just stared at Yuanjun with a look in her eyes that made one legitimately afraid. Not necessarily afraid for Yuanjun, but afraid in general. There was something so fundamentally and horribly broken in that girl that one could not help but be shaken by it.
"Remember what I did to the fat sow?" Qing purred, glaring at Yuan. "You'll wish I let you off so easily." She added the sensuality gone and her voice cold and dripping with venom.
Final Fight: Qing vs Yuanjun
This time Qing did not let Yuanjun get a free hit in. The sadistic princess took advantage of her speed and struck first, rushing towards Yuanjun and driving her elbow deep into Yuanjun's midsection. Judging by her face, it was all the shapely Monk could do not to vomit. Grabbing Yuanjun by her breasts Qing pulled her close before smashing her head into Yuan's face, sending her stumbling backwards. Yuanjun tried to kick, but Qing saw it coming. The masked beauty grabbed Yuan by her long leg and threw her by it, sending Yuanjun bouncing and scrapping along the ground.
It was only 15 seconds in and already Yuanjun wasn't doing too hot.
Yuanjun threw herself at Qing with a flying kick, but found herself prone once more as the masked fighter ducked under it. Rising quickly Qing delivered a flurry of hard stomps down onto Yuan's breasts, laughing like a gleeful child as she did so, and drawing sharp screams from the downed Monk.
Fortunately, Yuanjun wasn't down too long, quickly tumbling away from Qing's feet and up from her prone position. Yuanjun's fist smashed hard into Qing's masked face, sending her stumbling and very nearly dropping her to he feet. It drew a loud cheer from the crowd, particularly Rin, and Yuan jun could tell that she did some damage. Unfortunately Qing recovered quickly, insane fury in her eyes, as she responded with an almost feral shriek and a sharp kick that found its way right between Yuanjun's large thighs. As Yuan hunched over in pain Qing lowered her mask, lifting Yuan's face up and forcing her into a deep kiss, before pulling her mask back and driving her knee up into Yuan's already hurting ladybits. And another. And another. As Yuan fell prone on the ground holding herself, Qing raised her arms, having already decided she'd won. "Get up, bitch, I'm not finished with you yet."
Yuan slowly got to her feet, panting. She looked pretty desperate. With a yell she sent an awkward punch at Qing's face, which she dodged easily before sending one of her own smashing hard into Yuan's. Then another. And another. Yuan's pretty face wasn't so pretty anymore. Yuan continued, her attacks becoming increasingly desperate and awkward and easily dodged. Qing was playing with her. Every time Yuanjun missed Qing would further smash her face. You could hear the crunch as Yuan's nose broke. And then again as her jaw got the same fate. It was clear Qing wanted Yuan to end up at least as messed up as she was after their first fight. By the end Yuan was a bruised and panting wreck and just throwing awkward slaps and punches with no style or technique.
And Qing was smiling, under the mask. You could see it in her eyes. In the way she moved.
"I think I cut my fist on one of your teeth, little peasant." Qing purred, her voice sing-song. "I'll just take it out on you some more." She laughed. "I'm really glad you're too stubborn to just pass out. I wanted this so very much."
Finally Qing sent her foot smashing up between Yuan's legs again. Given the horrible scream from Yuanjun, and the cracking sound, you got the distinct idea Qing may have broken the poor Monk's pelvis. As Yuan writhed in agony on her back, hands between her legs, Qing rained down more and more stomps onto Yuan's stomach, breasts, and face. Qing said something, although you couldn't hear it, before lifting up one of Yuan's legs and sending repeated kicks into her knee until that, too, broke with a sickening crunch and an even louder scream.
Yuan wasn't even struggling or moving anymore when Qing lifted her up by her hair (now a sweat-soaked mess) and drove a powerful fist into her stomach, making Yuan vomit and adding further insult to further injury. Yuan's face made Qing's, post first fight, look pretty. Qing was clearly displaying Yuan to the crowd for her own sadistic amusement, as her ravaged body drew some gasps. Maybe it was just coincidence, or maybe she knew, but she did seem to pause while holding Yuan up towards where the rest of the party was seated and where Rin, who looked like she was about to shank a bitch and/or cry, was seated. After all the stomps, Rin had finally gotten her wish for Yuan to have a wardrobe malfunction, but Rin obviously didn't enjoy the sight.
Qing very much did.
Satisfied with her work, Qing violently tossed Yuan back down, where the Monk lay facedown on the ground. Raising her arms in victory once again, she left, stepping on Yuan's head as she did so, pausing briefly to bend down and pick up some of Yuanjun's teeth. Gods only knew what the psychotic bitch would do with them.
As the healers carefully carried off poor Yuanjun, the rest of the party could see Qing and Mei standing by the entrance and celebrating in their own horrible way.
There would be a short break, mostly for the healers to fix Yuanjun, and then there would be the awards. You would all get to watch Qing gloat. Lovely.
Rin took the opportunity to excuse herself.
When Yuanjun came to, she was lying on a bed in one of the healing areas. The room was apparently empty, except for Rin, at her side, holding her hand.
Rin looked like she'd been crying.
She still looked beyond radiant.
"Hey beautiful." She said, giving Yuan a sad little smile and kissing her gently on the forehead. "How're you feeling?"
The sadness was clear in her voice, but she still sounded like a sex goddess. Rin really couldn't help it.