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Pre-fight

Somewhere downtown, traffic was busy like usual and sidewalks were equally as packed. Somehow chaotically peaceful in a sense. Everyone was going about their days and minding their own business. Among the traffic of the rush hour, was a black van which had seen better days and was decked with a badly done flame decal. Equally, with its bad looks, the van was blaring terrible death metal which came within the van. The driver of the vehicle didn’t mind too much that she was obviously being a nuisance to her fellow drivers, but did she care? Not in the slightest...
She felt that the others were the problem on the road and not her. Although she tailgated two drivers already, prematurely bobbed and weaved in and out of traffic and ran through a red light.
The driver of the vehicle was none other than the infamous and carefree, Ash Hotshot. She seemed to be in a great rush today as if she was late to something.

... Somewhere in the suburbs, there was Amy Hotshot sitting on a bench and waiting for her sister who should’ve picked her up an hour and thirty minutes ago. She shouldn’t be surprised since her older sister did this quite often to her. It did upset Amy, but what could she really do about it? It was not like she could drive herself to places. She and her sister could rarely pay for an apartment and most of the time slept in their beaten-down van. The only gig that really somewhat paid, was her being a part-time child sitter and getting the minuscule amount from what she received from wrestling.
Amy wanted a better life both for her and her older sister. She figured her recent win in the TRC tournament could really translate to something bigger for the two, but her confidence took a hit when she found out who Ash's opponent would be. Before Amy could dwell on that, a familiar van horn broke Amy from her thinking.

“You’re gonna stare at the ground all day or are ya gonna get in the van loser?” Ash asked while turning down the van’s music.

Amy rolled her eyes and went to grab her stuff from the park bench. She climbed in and sat in the front passenger seat.

Her older sister turned to her and raised an eyebrow “How were Sarah’s kids? Annoying, I presume?” Amy didn’t say anything and instantly Ash picked up that she might’ve upset her younger sister. She cleared her throat and broke her asshole persona, “Hey I-um… sorry, I was late. How was work really?” Ash asked sincerely

Amy didn’t look at her sister and stared out the window, “It was fine…” This made Ash feel bad. Normally under different circumstances and with other people, she would tell them to ‘suck it up buttercup’. But not her sister. Ash was never like that to her. Ash would give her shit but in a sisterly and less aggressive way.

They sat there in silence for a while, before Ash exclaimed. “Ok that’s it, we’re going to Old Stone!!!” Ash took the car out of the park and went speeding down the road.

Amy turned to her and raised an eyebrow “What? Why? Do you have someone to meet there or something?”

Ash shook her head “Nah, I’m going to treat you out, nerd.” Amy turned and looked even more confused.

“Wait… you don’t have to… it was just one win…” Amy said shyly

“Yeah and? That one win was monumental for your career” Ash said sincerely with a sneer

“... Don’t you mean our career?” Before Amy could finish her remark, Ash quickly cut her off.

“No. Your career” Ash said sternly with a soft smile. Amy looked at her for a second, then quickly looked away before wiping her eyes. “Leaking sweat from your eyes again?” This earned Ash a soft punch to the arm from Amy and a small rare smile from her younger sister.

While they got closer to Old Stone, Ash suddenly asked. “Can I borrow ten bucks?”

Amy snickered “I knew it”

Ash exclaimed “Shut up you”

A few minutes later… Amy was enjoying her sherbet ice cream while Ash chomped down on her double scoop chocolate chip. Amy then spoke up and broke the silence. “So… you’ve been training right?”

Ash stopped eating her ice cream to answer with an unmotivated shrug “So-so” Ash said without care and went back to devouring her chocolate chip. At this revelation, Amy shot her older sister a stern look.

Ash leaned back on her chair and stretched. “Aw come on sis, don’t give me that, she probably won’t be too hard. October won’t be that hard to beat. She only looks intimidating in photos but she’s way shorter than me.” Ash snorted.

“It’s Octavia and she can be more of a threat if you don’t take this seriously.” Amy urged while sounding mildly annoyed.

“Yeah yeah, whatever her fucking name is. I can take her. Just gotta mentally toy with her to get her to make some serious mistakes, then capitalize on them. Easy as pie.” Ash said while shooting her younger sister an overconfident look.
Yet Amy still looked unconvinced and just shook her head. Ash sighed and gently took one of Amy’s hands and placed it into hers. “Look, with the remaining days before the fight, I’ll try my best to focus on training for it and stop being a slacker. Is that alright Ms. Gloom and Doom?” Ash snickered

Amy gave Ash a smirk and just shrugged “Just… don’t get yourself killed out there… I’d kill ya if you died.” This got both sisters to laugh.

Start of the fight

The two competitors were leaning against their respective corners. Octavia in the red, with her usual acquaintances Daisuke and Masuyo. Leaning against the blue corner was Ash Hotshot, accompanied by her sister Amy.
Both fighters were looking confident and ready for battle. Ash even felt up to making a few short people jokes at the expense of her 5’8 opponent. Both sides then went quiet as the announcer introduced the fighters to the audience.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following competition is a mixed martial arts contest for the seventh bout of the Roster Clash tournament! Introducing first from the red corner, representing Japan and the Cultist roster, Octavia Tanaka!!!
Now introducing the challenger from the blue corner, representing the United States of America and the SwaggyAfro roster, Ash Hotshot!!!”
The bell rang and both fighters moved to the center of the ring.

Round 1

Ash halfheartedly raises her fists while approaching the middle of the ring to meet Octavia, but everyone could tell she wasn’t really trying to have her guard up rather just to run her mouth. “Sup short stack. Where did ya get those weird-ass prison tattoos” Ash mocked?
Octavia quickly answered with a right cross to her nose, before Ash even had the time to react. Ash stumbled back, holding her nose and feeling it start to drip with blood.
“It’s a chaos star” Octavia explained casually, with a sadistic grin as she already knew this would be an easy fight.
“Lucky shot...” Ash grunted while circling Octavia.
“Want me to do it again?” The demon answered cheekily, scanning her opponent for weaknesses in her stance.
Ash scoffs and tried to get back on her egotistical persona “If I even let ya get that close to me again”
To prove her point, Octavia dashed forward again and slammed a straight punch into Ash’s solar-plexus to leave her struggling for air for a few seconds. Ash dropped down to one knee and gasped for air. “W-what the fuck… I couldn’t even react fast enough to try and get a shot on this bitch.” Ash wiped the blood from her nose and face and got to her feet.
“Taking me seriously now?” Octavia asked with a little chuckle.
“F-fuck you” Ash gritted her teeth and rushed to try and dropkick Octavia, who casually sidestepped it and countered with a punch to her stomach while she was in mid-air. Ash came crashing down to the mat and instantly grabbed her stomach. “B-bitch...”
Octavia thought about kicking her for good measure, but she remembered the rules for the fight and waited for her opponent to get up instead. Ash crawled to the ropes while holding her gut in pain. Slowly, she made her way back up to her feet by using the ropes. She felt scared shitless of her opponent and was now really regretting not listening to her little sister, but she could not show that fear now. Ash leaned against the ropes and foolishly flipped off Octavia right in her grinning face. The demoness took a moment to interpret the gesture, before letting out a loud laugh that echoed through the arena.
“You’ve got some guts, I'll give you that.”
She then promptly underlined her words with an uppercut into Ash’s stomach. Ash felt as if she was just slammed in the gut with a sledgehammer. She fell to her knees and leaned against Octavia’s legs. The demoness grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back up to her feet.
“Had enough already? How disappointing”
She slammed another punch into her gut, before tossing her aside like an old toy. Ash hit the corner of the ring with a giant thud and looked quite out of it and just wanted the 10 count out at this point, but she knew she would look weak… and fail her sister.
Ash got to her feet at the referee’s 9 count. She once more held her gut and got into the best fighting stance that she could muster, before calling out to Octavia.
“Says who, you demon wannabe?” Ash barely mustered to say while sounding the least bit intimidating. Octavia’s reaction was much more intimidating however as she seemed more delighted than anything else, showing her sharp teeth with a wide grin.
“I’m very glad you want to play some more. How about this: You get one free shot”
She demonstratively spread her arms out, offering any part of her body for a free attack. Ash didn’t know if this she-demon was serious or not… but why the hell not try. So she limped over to Octavia and got close enough so that she could punch or kick her. Ash took a second to collect herself before taking her free shot at Octavia. After she had her time to recover, Ash took this opportunity to straight-up (The hardest that she could) knee Octavia right in the vajayjay. Ash fully expected even with how powerful this demon was, no one could possibly stand after that cheap shot and she was correct in her assumption. Octavia let out an unusually high pitched sound, before dropping to her knees while holding her crotch. “You chose well…” Before Ash could give any smart-ass remark or take advantage of the situation, the ref interfered.
He gave Ash a warning if she would do that again, she was going to get points taken off her score or perhaps even be disqualified from the match. Ash rolled her eyes at him as he went on and checked on Octavia. “Can you still fight ma’am?” The ref asked.
“Of fucking course. This just got started” She slowly rose up again and readied herself to continue, shortly after which the ref gave the signal to resume the fight. Ash kept her distance and waited for Octavia to make the first move. Which came in the form of a powerful superman punch that slammed into her face. Which left her hanging in the ropes, barely conscious after the brutal hit.
“Seriously? One hit and you’re gone again?” She grabbed Ash by her throat to make sure she stayed on her feet.
“I’m not letting you go that easily”
She started slamming more punches into Ash’s stomach, making her grunt with every hit. Ash felt as though she could pass out at any second from the punches, but then the most beautiful sound reached her ears. The ring of the bell saved her from further abuse by her opponent.

As soon as Ash heard the reliving sound, she dropped down to her knees and laid flat on her belly as she was overcome by the pain of the injuries she received from her brutal beating by Octavia. Ash's body was littered with bruises already and the pain she was in was clearly visible on her face. She couldn’t handle it anymore and would’ve given up right there if it wasn’t for the fact that one Ash was more stubborn than a mule and that her sister was present.
The younger Hotshot quickly rolled into the ring and went to take care of her big sister.

Amy managed to drag Ash to their corner. She made sure to ice her down to reduce the swellings and did whatever she could to help her sister recover.

“...Don’t say it” Ash moaned quietly.

“Say what?” Amy raised an eyebrow.

“That I should’ve trained more… or keep my big mouth shut… but I didn’t... again” Ash looked down in shame. “I always fuck things up for us in the end don’t I?”

Amy suddenly grabbed her older sister by the shoulders and made her look up at her. “AND? Your point is?!?! I’d rather lose 1,000 matches in the row with you rather than going solo and just winning one. I won’t-” Amy seemingly showing her raw emotions for once in a long while, began to get choked up in her words and began to tear up. “I WON’T leave you, you’re my partner, my childhood friend, and my sister.” Even Ash began to tear up a bit.
“We’re the goddamn Hotshots! We might not win, but we’ll damn sure make them earn it.” Ash grinned. Being filled with pure determination and hope was exactly the kind of drug to have in her system with the kind of injuries she had received so far.
With the help of Amy, Ash was able to get to her feet on her own again.

“Now how do you expect me to take that demon down?” Ash asked with a bit of optimism.

Amy smiled and shook her head “I have no idea”

With that said the ref called both fighters to get ready for the next round and that all other personnel had to leave the ring.

Ash sighed knowing that she was completely fucked. But before Amy left the ring, she grabbed her shoulder and leaned to whisper something. “Know that whatever happens, I got your back no matter what.” Amy left the ring with those words still echoing within Ash’s mind.

Round 2:

Not much had happened in Octavia’s corner, as she didn't receive any real injuries. Masuyo and Daisuke were actually more worried about Octavia’s opponent, than the demoness herself. They knew that this could turn into a bloody massacre real quick if they didn't try their best to keep Octavia's bloodthirst to a minimum.
Thankfully they did manage to talk Octavia out of straight-up murdering her opponent, but the demoness still wanted to play with her prey when the bell rang and painted a wide grin onto her face again.

At the sound of the bell, Ash didn’t hesitate to abandon the talk smack strategy and went straight for the attack. The Hotshot went for a stiff kick to Octavia’s shins to try and bring her down to her knees. The kick connected, but barely even made Octavia flinch. Before Ash could throw another attack, her opponent already retaliated with a hard right cross straight to her face. It connected with Ash’s cheek, snapping her head to the side and letting her stumble back a few steps.
“Nice try” Octavia mocked.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU MADE OUT OF?!?!” Ash remarks while rubbing the side of her face that was now bruised from the punch, before stabilizing her footing. Ash wasn’t stirred and went for a takedown to at least get some points on the scoreboard. However, this turned out to be a mistake, as Octavia met her takedown attempt with a knee to her face.
The Hotshot slumped down onto the match after taking the counter, blood leaking from her nose and Octavia’s laughter ringing in her ears. This knee strike clearly knocked Ash senseless and the fight could have been over right then and there, but Octavia had other plans.
The demoness grabbed her fallen opponent by the throat and lifted her up so that her legs hung freely above the ground.
“You didn’t think I'd let you get off that easily did you?”
The entire crowd held their breath as it dawned on them what was going to happen next. Octavia’s free arm knocked back like the hammer of a gun, before slamming deep into Ash’s gut. The Hotshot’s eyes widened as she was hit with the devastating force and she started drooling down her. The demoness showed no mercy and started slamming punch after punch into her opponent’s frail body, bending it over her fist. Octavia was clearly enjoying her sadistic game and chuckled, amused by the faces her already unconscious opponent was making.
“It's quite amazing just how weak you are. Hitting your body almost feels like beating a wet towel. You might in fact be the weakest opponent I ever had. Barely more than a glorified punching bag.”
She slammed another punch into her, making her gag and almost throw up.
“Absolutely pathet…”
The demoness was suddenly cut off by a hard punch that slammed into her cheek.
This made Octavia lose her grip on Ash, who promptly crumbled to the ground in a beaten and bloodied heap. Octavia shook her head and looked to see that her attacker was none other than Ash’s little sister, Amy Hotshot.
The bell rang, as everyone was in shock at what had just happened. The referee then stepped forward to call out the result of the match.
“And the winner by Disqualification, Octavia Tanaka!!!!”
Octavia’s jaw dropped as she realized the situation. After she regained her senses, rage started to build up in her, but before she could attack Amy, a swarm of security personnel entered the ring to prevent any more violence.
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(The last match of the first round of the TRC tournament is coming up with X vs Tsubaki!!!!)

Art was done by the brother from another mother

Writing was done with me and the swaggy

Octavia Tanaka belongs to

Ash and Amy Hotshot belong to me

Description

Pre-fight

Somewhere downtown, traffic was busy like usual and sidewalks were equally as packed. Somehow chaotically peaceful in a sense. Everyone was going about their days and minding their own business. Among the traffic of the rush hour, was a black van which had seen better days and was decked with a badly done flame decal. Equally, with its bad looks, the van was blaring terrible death metal which came within the van. The driver of the vehicle didn’t mind too much that she was obviously being a nuisance to her fellow drivers, but did she care? Not in the slightest...
She felt that the others were the problem on the road and not her. Although she tailgated two drivers already, prematurely bobbed and weaved in and out of traffic and ran through a red light.
The driver of the vehicle was none other than the infamous and carefree, Ash Hotshot. She seemed to be in a great rush today as if she was late to something.

... Somewhere in the suburbs, there was Amy Hotshot sitting on a bench and waiting for her sister who should’ve picked her up an hour and thirty minutes ago. She shouldn’t be surprised since her older sister did this quite often to her. It did upset Amy, but what could she really do about it? It was not like she could drive herself to places. She and her sister could rarely pay for an apartment and most of the time slept in their beaten-down van. The only gig that really somewhat paid, was her being a part-time child sitter and getting the minuscule amount from what she received from wrestling.
Amy wanted a better life both for her and her older sister. She figured her recent win in the TRC tournament could really translate to something bigger for the two, but her confidence took a hit when she found out who Ash's opponent would be. Before Amy could dwell on that, a familiar van horn broke Amy from her thinking.

“You’re gonna stare at the ground all day or are ya gonna get in the van loser?” Ash asked while turning down the van’s music.

Amy rolled her eyes and went to grab her stuff from the park bench. She climbed in and sat in the front passenger seat.

Her older sister turned to her and raised an eyebrow “How were Sarah’s kids? Annoying, I presume?” Amy didn’t say anything and instantly Ash picked up that she might’ve upset her younger sister. She cleared her throat and broke her asshole persona, “Hey I-um… sorry, I was late. How was work really?” Ash asked sincerely

Amy didn’t look at her sister and stared out the window, “It was fine…” This made Ash feel bad. Normally under different circumstances and with other people, she would tell them to ‘suck it up buttercup’. But not her sister. Ash was never like that to her. Ash would give her shit but in a sisterly and less aggressive way.

They sat there in silence for a while, before Ash exclaimed. “Ok that’s it, we’re going to Old Stone!!!” Ash took the car out of the park and went speeding down the road.

Amy turned to her and raised an eyebrow “What? Why? Do you have someone to meet there or something?”

Ash shook her head “Nah, I’m going to treat you out, nerd.” Amy turned and looked even more confused.

“Wait… you don’t have to… it was just one win…” Amy said shyly

“Yeah and? That one win was monumental for your career” Ash said sincerely with a sneer

“... Don’t you mean our career?” Before Amy could finish her remark, Ash quickly cut her off.

“No. Your career” Ash said sternly with a soft smile. Amy looked at her for a second, then quickly looked away before wiping her eyes. “Leaking sweat from your eyes again?” This earned Ash a soft punch to the arm from Amy and a small rare smile from her younger sister.

While they got closer to Old Stone, Ash suddenly asked. “Can I borrow ten bucks?”

Amy snickered “I knew it”

Ash exclaimed “Shut up you”

A few minutes later… Amy was enjoying her sherbet ice cream while Ash chomped down on her double scoop chocolate chip. Amy then spoke up and broke the silence. “So… you’ve been training right?”

Ash stopped eating her ice cream to answer with an unmotivated shrug “So-so” Ash said without care and went back to devouring her chocolate chip. At this revelation, Amy shot her older sister a stern look.

Ash leaned back on her chair and stretched. “Aw come on sis, don’t give me that, she probably won’t be too hard. October won’t be that hard to beat. She only looks intimidating in photos but she’s way shorter than me.” Ash snorted.

“It’s Octavia and she can be more of a threat if you don’t take this seriously.” Amy urged while sounding mildly annoyed.

“Yeah yeah, whatever her fucking name is. I can take her. Just gotta mentally toy with her to get her to make some serious mistakes, then capitalize on them. Easy as pie.” Ash said while shooting her younger sister an overconfident look.
Yet Amy still looked unconvinced and just shook her head. Ash sighed and gently took one of Amy’s hands and placed it into hers. “Look, with the remaining days before the fight, I’ll try my best to focus on training for it and stop being a slacker. Is that alright Ms. Gloom and Doom?” Ash snickered

Amy gave Ash a smirk and just shrugged “Just… don’t get yourself killed out there… I’d kill ya if you died.” This got both sisters to laugh.

Start of the fight

The two competitors were leaning against their respective corners. Octavia in the red, with her usual acquaintances Daisuke and Masuyo. Leaning against the blue corner was Ash Hotshot, accompanied by her sister Amy.
Both fighters were looking confident and ready for battle. Ash even felt up to making a few short people jokes at the expense of her 5’8 opponent. Both sides then went quiet as the announcer introduced the fighters to the audience.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following competition is a mixed martial arts contest for the seventh bout of the Roster Clash tournament! Introducing first from the red corner, representing Japan and the Cultist roster, Octavia Tanaka!!!
Now introducing the challenger from the blue corner, representing the United States of America and the SwaggyAfro roster, Ash Hotshot!!!”
The bell rang and both fighters moved to the center of the ring.

Round 1

Ash halfheartedly raises her fists while approaching the middle of the ring to meet Octavia, but everyone could tell she wasn’t really trying to have her guard up rather just to run her mouth. “Sup short stack. Where did ya get those weird-ass prison tattoos” Ash mocked?
Octavia quickly answered with a right cross to her nose, before Ash even had the time to react. Ash stumbled back, holding her nose and feeling it start to drip with blood.
“It’s a chaos star” Octavia explained casually, with a sadistic grin as she already knew this would be an easy fight.
“Lucky shot...” Ash grunted while circling Octavia.
“Want me to do it again?” The demon answered cheekily, scanning her opponent for weaknesses in her stance.
Ash scoffs and tried to get back on her egotistical persona “If I even let ya get that close to me again”
To prove her point, Octavia dashed forward again and slammed a straight punch into Ash’s solar-plexus to leave her struggling for air for a few seconds. Ash dropped down to one knee and gasped for air. “W-what the fuck… I couldn’t even react fast enough to try and get a shot on this bitch.” Ash wiped the blood from her nose and face and got to her feet.
“Taking me seriously now?” Octavia asked with a little chuckle.
“F-fuck you” Ash gritted her teeth and rushed to try and dropkick Octavia, who casually sidestepped it and countered with a punch to her stomach while she was in mid-air. Ash came crashing down to the mat and instantly grabbed her stomach. “B-bitch...”
Octavia thought about kicking her for good measure, but she remembered the rules for the fight and waited for her opponent to get up instead. Ash crawled to the ropes while holding her gut in pain. Slowly, she made her way back up to her feet by using the ropes. She felt scared shitless of her opponent and was now really regretting not listening to her little sister, but she could not show that fear now. Ash leaned against the ropes and foolishly flipped off Octavia right in her grinning face. The demoness took a moment to interpret the gesture, before letting out a loud laugh that echoed through the arena.
“You’ve got some guts, I'll give you that.”
She then promptly underlined her words with an uppercut into Ash’s stomach. Ash felt as if she was just slammed in the gut with a sledgehammer. She fell to her knees and leaned against Octavia’s legs. The demoness grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back up to her feet.
“Had enough already? How disappointing”
She slammed another punch into her gut, before tossing her aside like an old toy. Ash hit the corner of the ring with a giant thud and looked quite out of it and just wanted the 10 count out at this point, but she knew she would look weak… and fail her sister.
Ash got to her feet at the referee’s 9 count. She once more held her gut and got into the best fighting stance that she could muster, before calling out to Octavia.
“Says who, you demon wannabe?” Ash barely mustered to say while sounding the least bit intimidating. Octavia’s reaction was much more intimidating however as she seemed more delighted than anything else, showing her sharp teeth with a wide grin.
“I’m very glad you want to play some more. How about this: You get one free shot”
She demonstratively spread her arms out, offering any part of her body for a free attack. Ash didn’t know if this she-demon was serious or not… but why the hell not try. So she limped over to Octavia and got close enough so that she could punch or kick her. Ash took a second to collect herself before taking her free shot at Octavia. After she had her time to recover, Ash took this opportunity to straight-up (The hardest that she could) knee Octavia right in the vajayjay. Ash fully expected even with how powerful this demon was, no one could possibly stand after that cheap shot and she was correct in her assumption. Octavia let out an unusually high pitched sound, before dropping to her knees while holding her crotch. “You chose well…” Before Ash could give any smart-ass remark or take advantage of the situation, the ref interfered.
He gave Ash a warning if she would do that again, she was going to get points taken off her score or perhaps even be disqualified from the match. Ash rolled her eyes at him as he went on and checked on Octavia. “Can you still fight ma’am?” The ref asked.
“Of fucking course. This just got started” She slowly rose up again and readied herself to continue, shortly after which the ref gave the signal to resume the fight. Ash kept her distance and waited for Octavia to make the first move. Which came in the form of a powerful superman punch that slammed into her face. Which left her hanging in the ropes, barely conscious after the brutal hit.
“Seriously? One hit and you’re gone again?” She grabbed Ash by her throat to make sure she stayed on her feet.
“I’m not letting you go that easily”
She started slamming more punches into Ash’s stomach, making her grunt with every hit. Ash felt as though she could pass out at any second from the punches, but then the most beautiful sound reached her ears. The ring of the bell saved her from further abuse by her opponent.

As soon as Ash heard the reliving sound, she dropped down to her knees and laid flat on her belly as she was overcome by the pain of the injuries she received from her brutal beating by Octavia. Ash's body was littered with bruises already and the pain she was in was clearly visible on her face. She couldn’t handle it anymore and would’ve given up right there if it wasn’t for the fact that one Ash was more stubborn than a mule and that her sister was present.
The younger Hotshot quickly rolled into the ring and went to take care of her big sister.

Amy managed to drag Ash to their corner. She made sure to ice her down to reduce the swellings and did whatever she could to help her sister recover.

“...Don’t say it” Ash moaned quietly.

“Say what?” Amy raised an eyebrow.

“That I should’ve trained more… or keep my big mouth shut… but I didn’t... again” Ash looked down in shame. “I always fuck things up for us in the end don’t I?”

Amy suddenly grabbed her older sister by the shoulders and made her look up at her. “AND? Your point is?!?! I’d rather lose 1,000 matches in the row with you rather than going solo and just winning one. I won’t-” Amy seemingly showing her raw emotions for once in a long while, began to get choked up in her words and began to tear up. “I WON’T leave you, you’re my partner, my childhood friend, and my sister.” Even Ash began to tear up a bit.
“We’re the goddamn Hotshots! We might not win, but we’ll damn sure make them earn it.” Ash grinned. Being filled with pure determination and hope was exactly the kind of drug to have in her system with the kind of injuries she had received so far.
With the help of Amy, Ash was able to get to her feet on her own again.

“Now how do you expect me to take that demon down?” Ash asked with a bit of optimism.

Amy smiled and shook her head “I have no idea”

With that said the ref called both fighters to get ready for the next round and that all other personnel had to leave the ring.

Ash sighed knowing that she was completely fucked. But before Amy left the ring, she grabbed her shoulder and leaned to whisper something. “Know that whatever happens, I got your back no matter what.” Amy left the ring with those words still echoing within Ash’s mind.

Round 2:

Not much had happened in Octavia’s corner, as she didn't receive any real injuries. Masuyo and Daisuke were actually more worried about Octavia’s opponent, than the demoness herself. They knew that this could turn into a bloody massacre real quick if they didn't try their best to keep Octavia's bloodthirst to a minimum.
Thankfully they did manage to talk Octavia out of straight-up murdering her opponent, but the demoness still wanted to play with her prey when the bell rang and painted a wide grin onto her face again.

At the sound of the bell, Ash didn’t hesitate to abandon the talk smack strategy and went straight for the attack. The Hotshot went for a stiff kick to Octavia’s shins to try and bring her down to her knees. The kick connected, but barely even made Octavia flinch. Before Ash could throw another attack, her opponent already retaliated with a hard right cross straight to her face. It connected with Ash’s cheek, snapping her head to the side and letting her stumble back a few steps.
“Nice try” Octavia mocked.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU MADE OUT OF?!?!” Ash remarks while rubbing the side of her face that was now bruised from the punch, before stabilizing her footing. Ash wasn’t stirred and went for a takedown to at least get some points on the scoreboard. However, this turned out to be a mistake, as Octavia met her takedown attempt with a knee to her face.
The Hotshot slumped down onto the match after taking the counter, blood leaking from her nose and Octavia’s laughter ringing in her ears. This knee strike clearly knocked Ash senseless and the fight could have been over right then and there, but Octavia had other plans.
The demoness grabbed her fallen opponent by the throat and lifted her up so that her legs hung freely above the ground.
“You didn’t think I'd let you get off that easily did you?”
The entire crowd held their breath as it dawned on them what was going to happen next. Octavia’s free arm knocked back like the hammer of a gun, before slamming deep into Ash’s gut. The Hotshot’s eyes widened as she was hit with the devastating force and she started drooling down her. The demoness showed no mercy and started slamming punch after punch into her opponent’s frail body, bending it over her fist. Octavia was clearly enjoying her sadistic game and chuckled, amused by the faces her already unconscious opponent was making.
“It's quite amazing just how weak you are. Hitting your body almost feels like beating a wet towel. You might in fact be the weakest opponent I ever had. Barely more than a glorified punching bag.”
She slammed another punch into her, making her gag and almost throw up.
“Absolutely pathet…”
The demoness was suddenly cut off by a hard punch that slammed into her cheek.
This made Octavia lose her grip on Ash, who promptly crumbled to the ground in a beaten and bloodied heap. Octavia shook her head and looked to see that her attacker was none other than Ash’s little sister, Amy Hotshot.
The bell rang, as everyone was in shock at what had just happened. The referee then stepped forward to call out the result of the match.
“And the winner by Disqualification, Octavia Tanaka!!!!”
Octavia’s jaw dropped as she realized the situation. After she regained her senses, rage started to build up in her, but before she could attack Amy, a swarm of security personnel entered the ring to prevent any more violence.
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(The last match of the first round of the TRC tournament is coming up with X vs Tsubaki!!!!)

Art was done by the brother from another mother

Writing was done with me and the swaggy

Octavia Tanaka belongs to

Ash and Amy Hotshot belong to me