Thinking of a name to write down, you instantly thought about Ryoko Asakura, the kind class presided from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya. Everything about her just seemed so perfect. Her long blue hair, her friendly personality, and her beautiful face. You just had to meet her in person if you had the chance. Unfortunately for you, you had only watched the first few episodes, so you were completely unaware of her true personality. Her psychopathic tendencies would have terrified you had you watched further into the series to see them.
Unaware of what you were getting yourself into, you wrote down Ryoko's name and handed the old man the paper. The look of horror on his face when he saw your choice confused you, but as he remained silent, you decided to just walk into the room to begin your match. The room was large and empty, the sole exception being a big wrestling mat and a cheerful Ryoko Asakura standing on it waiting for you to approach.
She stood there with a bright smile on her face and her hands held innocently behind her back. Walking toward her, you reached out your hand to shake with her. She cheerfully accepted, taking your hand and introducing herself.
"Hi there, I'm Ryoko Asakura. Nice to meet you." She said.
"Hi Ryoko, I'm-" Your words were cut short as you were distracted by the feeling of some warm liquid dripping down your chest.
Slowly you looked down to see that a knife had been pierced through your chest, and you were bleeding profusely. Holding the handle of that knife was Ryoko herself. Ripping her knife back out of your chest, Ryoko let out a twisted giggle and shoved you to the ground.
"You're boring is what you are. I'm not going to waste my time fighting a wimp like you." Ryoko said, her kind facade fading away to reveal her true colors.
Just then, a bolt of energy struck down from the sealing and hit you both. Ryoko's knife vanished into thin air as she was struck, and your wound was instantly healed to be good as new. A voice then rang out over what you assumed to be an intercom.
"Ryoko Asakura! How many times have I told you that weapons are forbidden in this arena! You will either fight fairly or be eliminated from the match!"
"*sigh* Fine... Hav it your way..." Ryoko said, reaching down and pulling you to your feet.
Before you had a chance to react, Ryoko flung you over her shoulder and slammed you back into the ground. Not giving you a chance to act, Ryoko pulled back her skirt and slammed her butt into your face.
"Kiss it, loser! I want to get this match over with as quickly as possible!"
Ryoko then wiggled her butt seductively against your face, tempting you to submit to her wishes.
Not knowing what to do, you thought abut your options for a bit before deciding to...
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