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Ayane awoke. The plane journey had taken it's toll.
'We will be landing in Paris shortly. Please fasten your belts.'
Ayane looked up at the air hostess walking by. Why had she come to Paris? To exact her revenge? The next tournement would start in less than a month and yet...
'Excuse me, miss, could you please fasten your belt?'
Ayane glanced up at the blonde haired air hostess.
'Certainly' was the reply. Ayane took a look out the window. Paris, a place she knew well. A place where the screams of pain could not be heard through the music of the operas.
There was unfinished business.
Ayane stared at Paris over the balcony. A small, extravagant room lay behind her. Ayane's cashflow was becoming an immediate worry but yet it did not worry her, she knew where to find more.
Le club de la chance. The Chance Club. The roughest toughest group of boxers, martial arts experts, karate masters, street fighters. In a small alleyway in the suburbs of Paris. There they fight. The gambling grows as the night goes on.
One man. Black suit. He walked towards a loud mouth gambler.
'Four hundred francs for the girl in red to win.' He spoke quietly yet his voice stopped the rabble of the crowd.
'Four hundred, eh?' said the loud mouth. 'Ok, you're on!'
Chalked white lines in a square marked the ring, but the Chance Club did not care for the ring. The fighting could make it's way out into the streets. Into the buildings. Into the restaurants with their kitchens from hell and expensive lingerie. The creatures in suits, in jeans, in black leather jackets. They all handed in their bets to the loud mouth.
The girl in red. Red dress, red hair. Fiery attitude, Myrai Nakahtye, from Japan. Skilful karate expert but inexperienced at the Chance Club. Her opponent. Jake Moinet, from France. The experienced Chance Club boxer. Current champ.
'Fight!!!!!!' shouted the loud mouth.
Jake pounced smashing his fist into Myrai's side. Then another in her rib cage. The sickening crack of a rib. Myrai crashed into the ground. Jake stood triumphant until she sprung to her feet. Myrai jumped into Jake smashing his face with her feet. Jake landed against a wall. Myrai came forward again and flipped Jake over her head into a stain glass window. Jake struggled to his feet and returned a few blows. Another crack to the ribs. Myrai tumbled to the ground once again.
The Chance Club where no rules exist.
A man appeared from nowhere and hit Jake. Jake charged foward smashing the new contender into a table. Myrai was on her feet. She leapt towards Jake kicking him in the back. He fell forward into a chair, his head smashing off a metal trolley. Out cold.
The loud mouth shouted 'Myrai is the winner!!!'
She walked forward and took her cut of the winnings. Half of the winnings and half of the bets. 278 francs in total. The loud mouth taking 198 francs and the suit recouping 356 francs.
A girl in a black robe strolled casually up to the one known as Jake. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face up. Closed eyes, shocked expression, unconscious. She dropped his head back to the ground.
The girl laughed.
Myrai looked strangely at this new contender, 'Are you looking for a fight?'
The girl stopped laughing. 'Certainly' was the reply.
'Then I challenge you. Entrance will be 250 francs. Do you have the cash?'
The girl began to laugh again before slowly turning. 'I don't need it.'
Myrai was becoming increasingly irritated. The loud mouth stepped in, 'What is your name contender?'
The robe slid off a perfect body. Shapely legs, curvacious breasts, soft hands. A blue head band, purple hair.
'I am Ayane. And I challenge Myrai. 500 francs plus half bets.'
Myrai stormed off to the chalked ring, 'So be it' she said, never looking back.