Shiki vs. Yasha Love - The Rematch!

Match Type: Standard
Winning Conditions: Pinfall, Knockout or Submission


An explosion of pyrotechnics soon lit up the stage, intro music cued, and the crowd came to life in a frenzy that was expected from all the fanfare. The rockstar, Shiki, emerged from the light show with her usual cocky swagger. Yes, even the way she walked had a kind of confidence, or, perhaps, arrogance to it. Dressed in her usual provocative and stylish ways, the camera flashes that followed were almost unrelenting.

It was clear that the punkette was some kind of icon; but certainly not for her performances in the AFW, however. Shiki's success as a musician had clearly earned her many adoring fans--and, also, many people who clearly hated her guts judging from the many expletives being hurled her way. However, this wasn't about the fans.

Shiki could have cared less about the crowd or her fans right now. Tonight was personal! Super personal! Her first debute in the AFW had been a disaster as far as she was concerned--all thanks to Yasha Love. Shiki had been cheated! At least, in her own twisted little mind.

The punkette wasted little time slipping into the ring, some of her various accessories becoming almost dazzling under the stadium lights above the ring. Aside from her bling, Shiki would sport a pair of jean micro-shorts covered in a military camo pattern. A black tank top would cover her chest--stylilzed with a pink skull and crossbones--that did little to hide the sporty, pink, bra worn beneath it. The tank top itself was cut short just a few inches above her softly toned abdomen. As usual, Shiki's large and many-buckled combat boots would adorn her feet while her trademark black and chrome sunglasses would rest across her pretty visage in her typical deal with it fashion.

The raven haired girl sauntered to one of the corner posts before leaping up to cooly take a seat on the top buckle as the cameras continued to flash and the crowd continued its chant. The attention of a large crowd wasn't anything new to Shiki. However, being inside the ring like this... The excitement was almost enough to crack her composed exterior. Her heart raced, she wanted to give into the hype, but the punkette kept her composure for the time being. For now, she would just wait...

She's going to pay... Tonight is my night!

Shiki only had one thing on her mind; revenge!

Hilde pulled down her eyelid and slipped the last contact into her eye, completing her outfit with her dazzling emerald eyes. She slid her hands along her body. She could feel every inch of her curvacious form beneath the latex body suit. She zipped it up so it showed off most of her cleavage and then she smiled. it had been a while since Yasha Love, the Demon of Love had made an appearance, but she was ready. She desired Shiki... in the ring!

She stepped up to entrance and waited for her music. It came quick enough.

I would die for peanut butter.

She waited for the drum beat and then when the music kicked in, she burst out from the backstage. "GO!" The crowd cheered. Yasha bolted down the ring as quickly as she could, grabbing a microphone on t he way. She slid into the ring, her latex suit carrying her nearly all the way to Shiki where she hopped up and extended her arm, grinning while her wobbling cleavage settled back in place. She stared coolly at the punkette and then turned around, lifting her free arm into the air.

"LOVE SHINES!" She called.

"FOREVER HEART!" The crowd returned.

Yasha then spun on her heel and looked back at Shiki. "It seems as though Love, like lightning, must always strike twice! Are you ready for another dip in the river of Justice? Are you ready to let Love flow once more!? I'll make sure the dam bursts THIS time! Let Love be a raging torrent!"

Yasha tossed the microphone and posed in dramatic fashion, letting one of her gloved fingers trail along her cleavage while the other raised high in the air, pointing to the ceiling.

... I'm going to kill her...

Yasha Love hadn't even been in the ring for a minute and Shiki already felt her nerves being tested. Not that it took much when it came to annoying the punkette but, regardless, just who the hell did she think she was!? Leaping into the ring and spouting all that rhetoric!? This was Shiki's moment to shine, not this clown's! (... Though she had to admit that the slide Yasha pulled off was pretty cool.)

Feeling suddenly upstaged by Yasha's antics, the riled youth quickly leapt down from her perch before pointing an angry finger in her opponent's pink-latex covered direction.

"Love!? Idiot! More like hate! That's what I feel!"
Caught up in the moment, it was clear that Shiki's creative cogs were turning, for better or worse, "Like a giant, obsidian, guitar that's made out of my hatred... And I'm going to break it over your stupid head!"

Okay, so, it wasn't the greatest analogy ever... Whatever!
The longer she stood in the ring with Yasha the more Shiki was reminded of her particularly humilitating loss that she had previously suffered to costumed freak. The cocky rockstar was done talking! In a blink of an eye, the punkette was charging across whatever small distance now seperated the two wrestlers as she reeled back one arm before looking to bowl the fake superhero over with a clothesline. The ring of match bell quickly followed!

Shiki had waited a long time for this!

Yasha continued to pose while Shiki's rage percolated. Her smile never faded. As the punkette decided to make her own ridiculous analogies, Yasha was eager to respond. The Demon of Love lived for banter but Shiki, it seemed, wasn't up for a fabulous debate.

Yasha was caught off guard as Shiki rushed her. The normally nimble hero was flat on her feet as Shiki's arm smashed into Yasha's chest.

"Guh!"

In the background, Yasha heard the bell ring but she was dazed from Shiki's opening rush!

Yasha hit the mat with a very satisifying boom, Shiki couldn't help but give a devious grin. The punkette quickly rounded off her momentum, slowing and turning back to her opponent, before she paused a moment to toss her sunglasses rather carelessly from her face.

"Get up! I'm nowhere near being done with you..." That cocky swagger returned, of course, as Shiki strolled to stand over her fallen opponent. Just in case Yasha didn't already have enough incentive to raise to her feet, Shiki would bend down before reaching to grab the Demon of Love roughly by the sides of her pretty blonde hair in an attempt to yank her to her feet.

"I said, get up, freak!"

Yasha was ready to get back to her feet when Shiki stepped over her and loaned down with a menacing smirk. The Demon of Love, however, would be forced up in a harsh way as Shiki tugged on her short locks.

"Nhh!"

Yasha winced as her body was put on display, bending lithely as she was partially bridged. Shiki had Yasha in a spot where even her agility didn't let her escape Shiki's haughty grip as her gloved hands reached up to grab the punkette's wrists.

"Did you think you could hide from me forever, bitch?"

The punkette's tone was soaked in disdain though Shiki still smirked. Her spine practically tingled at the sensation of finally getting a hold of this want-to-be superhero who had humiliated and apparently eluded her for so long. However, before she quite decided exactly what she intended to do to Yasha, her opponent's hands sprang up to grasp at her own.

"H-Hey! Quit screwing around!"

Shiki went with her first instinct--never a good thing for anyone, really. The punkette swung her pretty head forward, bringing her forehead to collide recklessly with the demon of love's very own forehead. The unrefined headbutt was, unfortunately, painful even for Shiki. The punkette winced as her face scrunched up in frustration.

"F-Fuck!" Shiki's knees buckled as lights flashed briefly within her head. She quickly slumped right over to sit rather unceremoniously right on to her rear before grasping gingerly at her own forehead. Ouch.

Yasha was staggered by the headbutt as well, her puffy hat getting knocked off and leaving her reeling. She saw stars and staggered backwards but unlike Shiki, she didn't topple. The Demon of Love pressed her hand agaisnt her forehead and winced. She'd been headbutted plenty of times, unfortunately. It never felt good, but it could be fought through.

Still, Shiki had given Yasha a target to focus on and when Yasha steadied herself, she raised her arm in the air and pointed to the sky.

"Mooooooon's Shining..."

Yasha ran at Shiki and pivoted at the last second, trying to drive her curvy butt right into the punkette's face to knock her fully to the canvas.

"Justice!"

Shiki had taken some satisfaction in knowing she had delivered some pain to the masked heroine but the sudden declaration of Yasha's voice soon alerted her that things weren't likely going as planned.

"What the fu-mmph!?"

The rockstar had barely shifted her hands away from her face before Yasha's latex covered butt came to slam directly into her own delicate features like some kind of pink freight train. Needless to say, Shiki did not see that coming. The blow easily toppled the punkette backwards, laying Shiki out along the ring as her pretty, black, hair splayed across the surface. The girl could only blink her green eyes up at the glaring lights above in a daze as her senses continued to reel.

It seemed Shiki's previous momentum had crashed into the brick wall-like "justice" known as Yasha Love's ass...

Yasha Love spun around after smacking the punkette to the ground with her tight butt. She leaned over, covering Shiki's view of the dazzling arena lights with her full and precariously contained chest. The Demon of Love wore a bright grin as green eyes met.

Yasha let one hand slide tantalizingly up her body until she cupped one of her breasts. "Take the plunge into the River of Love!"

Yasha bent her knees and threw herself upwards. She snaked her hands just behind her back so that if she hit Shiki it would be in the face... boob first, with the Justice Splash!"