Disclaimer: I don't own Dead or Alive, or any of it's Characters. Any branded devices in this story are copyright of their respective owners.
A/N: Hoo-zah. I do love reviews. In reply: Kurmoi: No, not all characters will have pairings. Can you imagine Gen Fu with anyone? (Eheeheehee, that gives me a wicked idea...) GleefulMelancholy: Etou, Utsumi, Xin, Delacroix and van Oelermann are all my own creation. Well, Etou, Utsumi and Delacroix are all from various movies, van Oelermann is a take on a family name (Oelerman), and Xin was made up on the spot. Douglas is Helena's last name, assuming she took her father's name. ANYWAY:
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Dead or Alive: Une Lutte de la Jeune Fille
By TropicalWeirdo
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The entire back field hummed with activity. Servants with towels, bodyguards following various people, even an ambulance parked outside the patio had it's own gaggle of people surrounding it. Helena pushed her way through the cameramen and medics to what remained of the pool. It had now been filled part-way to the top with sand, and the stands around it were now being filled with cameramen and other employees of Donovan. at the top of one stand was a row of cushioned blue chairs, no doubt for the competitors who were watching the other matches. As Helena made her way up to the seats, a loudspeaker suddenly shouted above the crowd.
"May I have your attention?" It blared at the people below. The crowd slowly quietened down.
"Will competitors 1) Kasumi Etou and 15) Christie Delacroix please make their way to the changing rooms, you are now scheduled to fight."
Helena could see Kasumi's red hair bobbing down the steps a few metres away, Christie's white head followed. After a few minutes, they both emerged from doors at either side of the ex-pool.
"Round 1a, Competitors 1&15, starting now, at 10:30 am." At this, some of the spectators in the first row started scrawling in dark-coloured notebooks.
"Get Ready!! ....Fight!!" The two women dashed forward towards eachother with blinding speed. Somewhere to her left, Helena could hear Hitomi and Leifang cheering out Kasumi's name. Kasumi launched her first blow, and the commentator went wild.
"Miss Kasumi, starts the match with a hard blow to Christie's face, which Christie has dodged, and now countered with a low kick!"
Kasumi leapt up to avoid Christie's blow, then changed direction to bring her feet in contact with Christie's head.
"And now, Kasumi has performed her 'Tsuzumi-Guruma' attack!"
Kasumi launched her feet upwards, causing Christie's upper body to jerk backwards. Hitomi and Leifang amped up their voices a little.
"YAAY! GO, KASU-CHAN, YOU CAN--"
Leifang was suddenly silent, along with Hitomi. For a spilt second, as Christie fell backwards, Helena was sure she had seen the British woman smile. Then, just as fast as the match had started, it was over. Silence befell the entire arena. Christie stood triumphantly over the unconcious Kasumi's body, a smug expression on her face. Ayane stood up.
"Ha-HA!! That'll teach you!!" She yelled as she left the stand.
"Wha-what was that?" The nervous voice of the commentator summed up the entire crowd's confused faces. What was that? Christie was now wiping her face with a towel offered to her by one of the braver servants. She seemed a little exhausted. Near the edge of the arena, the cameramen were waving their arms wildly as the medics helped set up a small projection screen.
"...It appears that the cameramen have captured footage of this....er....event..."
Jann Lee snorted. "No duh."
Meanwhile, construction of the makeshift projection screen had been completed, and the cameramen were attempting to get the crowd's attention.
"Will all spectators please focus their attention on the projection screen to the left of the arena?"
A projection of the fight was played out onto the screen. There was Kasumi, starting her Tsuzumi-Guruma throw. But, when she launched off Christie's head, instead of Christie falling backwards onto the sand, she grabbed Kasumi's ankles. Then, using the momentum of Kasumi's body, she sent her flying over her head and face-first into the soft sand. Then, without letting go of her Kasumi's ankles, Christie backflipped over her shoulders, and delivered a hard blow to her back, knocking her out instantly.
"Oh my...."
"Tuh...Total time of fight, 2.54 seconds. Will 11) Helena Douglas and 16) Brad Wong please proceed to the changing rooms."
Helena took a deep breath, then stood up and walked slowly downthe steps towards the arena. Don't be nervous....Helena let herself be ushered to the left changing room. She was already in costume, so she used the time to pray.
For mother,
For father,
For me.
A bell sounded in the corner of the room. It was a signal to go out into the arena.
For mother,
For father,
For me.
Helena ran the mantra through her head over and over as she made her way out into the arena. The stand was taller from here. The sun was brighter, too.
"Round 1b, competitiors...." Helena blocked the annoying loudspeaker out of her mind. She blocked everything out her mind, except for Mother, Father and Me.
"Get Ready!!...FIGHT!!" Helena had a few seconds to scan her opponent for any weak spots. She was severly put off by the sight in front of her.
"Mister Wong.....are you intoxicated?"
A/N: Yeah, I think I'll leave it there. I also think that there will be MAJOR SHOUJO-AI next chapter. Or not. I'm still deciding. Ehehehehe. Oh well.
As my saying goes: Sayonara! Read and Review!!
--Las gominolas del coco. Wait, I mean Tropical Weirdo.