HSV - CAGEMATCH

"A Cagematch?" Moriko repeated looking at the man who had approached her with the flyer. "Anyone good?" she asked, not wanting to waste any of her precious time with those that wouldn't be entertaining. She only dritied her hands with jobs she knew would be too much for her lackies, or if she was bored. Currently she was borderlining on bored, so she may be inclined to go to the cage match anyways, she did enjoy the feeling of drawing blood with her own two hands.

"I don't know yet... Though it is for ninja like yourself, so one would hope there's someone that proves to be good," he explained to her. His shifty eyes looking this way and that, Moriko narrowed her own eyes at him.

She found herself wondering what the man was getting out of telling her about the cage match. He didn't seem like he was only in for the entertainment. There was probably betting going on and he wanted to put his money on her. It wouldn't be a bad bet, she usually came out on top. At the same time though, she wasn't very keen on other making money off her. She was mentally balencing the pros and cons of going. On one hand, she'll have her fill of fighting, on the other she'd be giving this man what he wanted. She frowned a bit, then shrugged, "True enough, I'll go," she said, getting up from her chair and inhaling her cigarette. As she walked away she saw the pleased expression of the man. She frowned slightly, wondering what was in it for him for getting her to go.

The streets were the circus they usually were, it seemed the carnival was still around seeing all the performers on the street. Their hats and bags out beside them to ask for money. Moriko ignored the festivities around her as she walked, her eyes slightly glazed as she let herself slide into thought. She had recently acquired a whip, something that seemed very appropriate considering her pastime and her profession, the more she thought of it, the more excited she was to use it. She wanted to hear the crack and the whaling of pain the leather object would bring to her ears. To see the red erupt from the lines the device left on the pale skin, the beads of blood that would come if she hit hard enough. Was it true you could see bone if you hit the same area repeatedly? Moriko found herself curious of that, she hoped she'd get to see. Her hand slide to her hip where the whip loosing hung in it's buckle. At the very least she'd be entertained by this so called 'cage match'. Part of her pitied the fool who thought they could take her on. Her sadistic thoughts would keep her from being soft on them, and the masochistic pleasure her twisted mind pulled from the pain inflected on her body would mean she was less likely to stop, she'd like every hit that was laid upon her being.

Moriko looked around as she arrived at the place. It wasn't hard to miss considering the crowd surrounding it. If she missed the crowd she'd have to be blind to miss the huge cage that surrounded the fighting arena. As Moriko made her way to the front to see the two men fighting before her she inhaled more of her cigarette, well seems she won't be bored here at the very least.

She found herself smirking seeing the men bloody each other with their hands. A part of her itched to get into the cage, her fingers twitched at her new toy. Seeing the current contestants were tiring Moriko made her way to where the crowd was more concentrated, assuming that was where the entrance to the cage was. She wanted to be next in line.

The cage had two entrances, both contestants would enter from opposite ends so they wouldn't know who they were fighting until both had walked into the arena. Moriko felt her heart start pounding in excitement as she stepped up, she loved feeling her heart beat like this, feeling it pound in her chest. It made her feel so alive.

She head the metal clash behind her, signalling the closer of the gate. She looked across the area, her smirk broadening upon seeing the messy dark hair and the yellow almost brownish eyes of her opponent. She knew exactly who she was facing.

The two could not call each other friends, though Moriko had to admit she had some respect for the man. He was strong, he'd be a perfect addition to her deck of cards. but unfortunately he was too clever to be ensnared into any trap she might try to make, that was most of the reason she hadn't even bothered to try to recruit him. His aloofness made it hard to blackmail him, as blackmail and information was her trade, but she had slim to nothing on Narashi which only peeked her interest more. Narashi was a closed book she was curious of opening, but trying to open him would be liked trying to take a crowbar to a safe and expecting it to open without knowing the combination. Simply an impossible task. It was too much effort on her part, for something that may be unfruitful. Narashi may have her interest, but not enough for her to directly go out of her way for him.

What Narashi's opinion of her was remained a mystery, though it irked her when he looked down upon her, the sheer disinterest in his eyes. She was not someone to be looked down on. She was happy to be fighting him, wanting to provoke a reaction, she looked at the lead pipe in his hands as he walked closer to the middle of the arena.

Oh yes this was to be a fun fight.

As the announcer reminded them of the rules, mainly no killing, Narashi and Moriko caught each other's eyes. The want to bring the other to their knees.

Neither were beyond killing the other if given the chance.