Heather vs ??? - No DQ

"This mystery match stuff is total bullshit." Heather cursed out in the back, shaking her head as she pulled up her stockings, finishing off putting together her outfit--the usual black bikini top, purple fishnet top over that, black skirt, purple and black striped stockings, and black boots. She dipped her hand in a little tin, smearing its contents--her purple glow paint--over her face and arm, though in t he normal light it was clear. She nod her head to herself in the mirror, heading out of the locker room and to the curtain area.

Her theme began to play over the speakers, the lights turning a dark blue, the stage filling up with smoke and green laser lights. The crowd went wild as they knew who was coming out. Heather crawled out onto the stage area, the paint on her face and arm glowing that bright purple. She crawled down to mid-ramp, standing up and raising her hands in the air. Pyro shot out from the entrance, a wide grin on Heather's face as she ran down the rest of the way, sliding into the ring.

She ran up to get onto the middle rope, raising her hand in the air, pyro shooting down from the ceiling to the ring. She took in the reaction of the crowd a little longer, nodding as she jumped off. She stretched herself out a little, staring up at the ramp. She had no clue who she was facing tonight, but she was ready. She couldn't prepare specifically--but she could prepare for a fight at least. She calmed her nerves, the lights turning to normal and her music dying down, her heart racing even through her focus as she waited for the next theme to play.

As the music and excitement of Heather's opening slowly died down into a quiet lull everyone waited in eager anticipation for Heather's opponent tonight.  The excitement was palpable for no one truly knew who it was Heather would be facing, which naturally gave birth to many theories and rumours.  Matches like this normally had quite a surprise in store for the fans and now they were ever to see just how would be facing off against one of the AFWs veteran wrestlers.

A lone bell toll sounded through the loud speakers.

The arena went went pitch black then, descending everyone into an almost darkness.  Almost faintly in he distance, the sound of rumbling thunder could be both heard and felt.

Another bell toll sounded.

Suddenly the big screen lit up with a flash of simulated lightning, illuminating the arena once again and nearly blinding everyone present.  When the light subsided and everyone dared to look again, there was a figure standing at the top of the entrance ramp.  A figure clad in long leather duster coat that covered their entire form, and on their head they wore a large rimmed black hat that concealed their face as they were looking down.

Then the music started playing.  A dark bleak tune that was accompanied by the ominous toll of the bells.  In place of excitement, a dark feeling of dread settled on the audience that set eyes on this figure, for it seemed to step out from another world entirely.  A deathly figure come to settle the affairs of man.

Soon the figure started its slow careful walk to the ring while the music continued to play.  No cheering was heard as this happened.  All just watched the silent figure make its way with all the time in the world.  When the ring was reached they used the steps to climb to the ring apron, and would slowly slip its way through the ropes.  Whatever eyes that lay beyond the hat would then be set upon Heather.

The music then stopped, and the lights would return to the AFW arena, giving full view to Heather and her mystery opponent in the ring.  When the figure raised its arm, everyone held their breath, for it was reaching for its own hat,  It grasped the brim, removed it from their head, revealing-

The audience held a long collective gasp at how was revealed.

"What?"  Sarah Gatt asked as the held the hat in her hands, a devilish grin spread across her face.  "You were expecting someone else?"

Heather blinked as the lights went out, crossing her arms before that flash of 'lightning' happened. She winced, covering her eyes a little before spotting that figure at the top of the ramp. She clicked her tongue at the display. It was chilling definitely, and even now she still couldn't tell who it was. Her heart raced slightly as she clenched her fists hard--the music not helping her with the mood at all. She stomped her foot, almost wanting to yell at the person to hurry up as they entered the ring with Heather.

She grit her teeth, glaring at the figure, just waiting for the reveal. She kept her eyes glued on the person as the lights returned to normal and the music stopped. It felt like her heart froze as well as she waited for the full reveal. Finally, the hat was removed--and t he person she saw standing in front of her was more of a shocker than she could have even imagined.

"You--" She blinked. This was the one who she was supposed to face years ago for the title. It was the person who at the time was the one who was going to be standing in her way of achieving her dreams until she disappeared. The one who she hated for quite some time when she joined a group of her friends in order to just take down her and her group.

"Kh..randomly deciding to show up unannounced like this." She glared hard at her, her fists shaking as she clenched them quite hard. "Think you're so big with that grand entrance there...You're way overdue for me to kick your ass...Going to show you what would have happened if you didn't run"

As the curtains came up on the over the top entrance display the crowd erupted into a frenzy of screams, cheers and general ruckus. For Heather's mystery opponent tonight was none other than Sarah Gatt: one of the fiercest and most powerful wrestlers to ever step into the AFW ring. The revelation came as a total shock even to some of Sarah's most loyal and die hard fans, for it had been several years since the Queen of Brawl's last appearence in the AFW, and many had come to believe she would not be back. Those same people were now on their feet cheering and clapping at Sarah Gatt's triumphant return.

Sarah whipped the hat she had been wearing into the crowd where already a small fight to own it started to break out. Quickly she would whip off the long duster she had been wearing, revealing that she had been wearing her classic wrestling outfit underneath. A blood red once piece modified with leather shoulder straps. Her arms were clad in long black fingerless gloves and her leg clad in black stockings.

As Sarah stood in the ring, under the heat of the overhead lamps and amongst the roar of the crowd, Sarah felt truly at home. It had been years since she had been here. Years. A lot had changed, she knew that. But the feeling of standing here in the ring, waiting for a fight that would have the audience cheering in jeering remained ever the same. Sarah barely even heard her opponent talking to her, too enamoured at how good it felt to be here again. She closed her green eyes, took a deep breath and sighed. It was good to be home.

But now there was business to conduct.

Heather Sunderland. Sarah remembered this girl from back when she ruled over this place as the reigning Friction World Champion. Through blood and sweat and tears (most of which belonged to her opponents) Sarah had fought her way to the very top of the food chain, and held a very successful title reign, fighting off challengers to her throne left and right. Heather was to be the latest in a long line of wannabes that wanted Sarah's title belt for herself. They had a match scheduled and everything. Unfortunately, Sarah and her entourage left the AFW before that match could occur. The title was passed to someone else, and that was the last anyone heard from the Queen of Brawl. Until today.

"Run, huh?" Sarah repeated, finally dressing Heather even though she wasn't looking directly at her. "Oh yeah, I do remember you saying that quite lot," Sarah chuckled, as if just remembering that fact. "In your matches, in your interviews. You really wanted to convince everyone that Sarah Gatt ran away from you." Sarah turned to lock her eyes on Heather now, a cruel grin spreading across her face.

"You really wanted to hide the fact that you just weren't worth my time. That you were just a pathetic little nobody with dreams of beating the best, only for the best to not give a shit in the first place." Sarah tilted her head, her smile actually growing wider with her next words. "So you became the champion after that right? I mean, I practically handed it to you...."

Heather was clearly getting frustrated at the fact that Gatt wasn't paying her much attention. This is what seemed to happen whenever she went up against someone who was in the title running at any time. No one seemed to take her seriously and Heather hated every second of it. She could fight with the best of them and she was ready to prove that tonight in this match. As much as she was intimidated at first, she was realizing how good of an opportunity this was to prove herself.

"Yeah well..you know that's sure what it looked like to me. I come up to face you for the belt and you leave town." She said, narrowing her eyes. "A bit much of a coincidence if you ask me. Sounded like you were afraid because you didn't even want to think of losing the title to someone like me." She stood up straight, glaring deeply at her, clearly her frustration at the whole thing showing. "Maybe I'm not Natalia or Akashi or Angel or anything like that--but I'm still the best" She said, sure of her own words as she clenched her fists.

Her next words though got to her. She clicked her tongue, turning her head a little. "Th....I had a title match w-with Angel. She had the contract for it..the same one that I won the year before to fight for it. So we fought..to a draw" She let out, shaking her head, huffing in frustration. "And apparently management decided I didn't deserve a rematch. I..Never lost that match damnit...I should be the champion..and I'm going to kick your ass to prove it"

Despite the fact that Sarah had asked the question, she already knew the story behind Heather not becoming the champ at the time. She just wanted to hear the words come from girl's mouth. When they did, Sarah's suddenly burst into maniacal and mocking laughter. She stomped her feet, held her stomach, and straight up laughed for all she was worth, even pointing her finger at Heather as she did so.

"You're kidding me, right?" Sarah managed to say in-between giggles. "So...after all that shit talk, after all the inspiring speeches, even after the fact that you didn't have to fight me anymore, you go and lose to someone who isn't me?" Unable to keep a handle on her laughter any longer than that Sarah started all over again.

"And to Angel on top of that! Of all the people to lose to you lose to a background dancer of a Ricky Martin video! I beat that bitch up on a beach for Christs sake." Sarah had to wipe a tear from her eye before she went on, though the occasional giggle still got out.

"Face it, Heather. You never had what it takes to wear a belt. You can get to the number one contender spot as many times as you'd like, but you'll always come up just short of making it past that. You want to know why you're facing me here tonight?" Sarah jabbed her thumb in her own chest. "Because I told management to set it up. I don't like loose ends. Especially loose ends that don't know their place."

Sarah would then spread her arms out wide, a smile spreading from cheek cheek. "You want to prove you're the best, Heather?" As if on cue, the bell to begin the match would ring.

"Hit me!!!"

Heather blinked as she started to laugh at her, causing her to get even more frustrated. She was laughing at her after all that. It was just as she thought this girl would treat her. She grit her teeth hard, hearing all of the words that she was saying to her. She shook her head, stomping her foot hard on the mat.

"Did you not even HEAR what I just said!? I didn't lose! We fought to a draw!" She yelled out, glaring quite hard. "I didn't know you were THAT dumb that you can't even comprehend someone speaking directly to you!" She let out, spitting out those words at her, hating her more and more as this went on.

Then she drove in those words that felt like they were haunting her. The suggestion that she'd never be good enough for the title. The brass ring that she just couldn't reach and grab for. She broke up to the top multiple times but always fell short and here was this girl putting it forward and telling her all that straight out. She shook her head, refusing it. "Gh..You're going to regret asking for this match then..I'm going to kick your ass all over the ring.."

She heard her tell her to hit her after the bell rang, Heather shrugging a little. She moved up to her, looking as if she was going to aim for a punch before she shifted her position to jump up, attempting to lock her legs around her head and flip her with a hurricanrana.

Sarah stood where she was, arms spread wide, inviting Heather to take a shot at her, pretty much telling Heather straight out that nothing she could attempt would be able to hurt her. It may have been arrogance in her own abilities or the fact that she truly saw her opponent as nothing to be concerned about but one thing was for sure: Sarah was going to give the people a show tonight. The long awaited return of the Queen of Brawl had to one that delivered the healthy dose of violence and destruction that her fans had come to expect. So why not add a bit of spectacle to it?

The first move graciously given to Heather would soon be coming at Sarah, and she braced herself for whatever was coming, confident she could take it. But she didn't expect Heather to fly at her like a monkey and latch onto her head. Sarah had time to blink in surprise when suddenly she was yanked off her feet with a yelp, tossed to the mat by Heather's hurricanranna.

Sarah would hit the mat with a grunt, but with the experience of a true vet she would roll with the fall a bit aways from Heather, ending up on one knee on the mat. She shook her head clear from the ride she just took, and raised her head to give Heather a glimpse of her wicked smile. "Now we're talking'....."

Heather had a slight grin on her face as she was able to take her down with that hurricanrana. She knew that Gatt was letting her perform this move, but she at least hoped to surprise her with it. She took her down, quickly rolling onto her one knee as she saw Gatt doing the same, getting up. She blinked before grinning, shrugging a little.

She wasn't going to let her have her little moment though. If she wanted to put on a show and be her usual ways, she would have to go through Heather to do so. Heather was goingto make that as difficult as possible. She was going to do whatever it takes to win this match and if she had to get just as violent as Gatt she would do so.

Right when the both of them got up, Heather kicked off. She relied on her speed to rush at Gatt right away, trying to leap just a little and slam her foot into her head, attempting to take her down again with an enziguri from her position.

It was as good a start to the match as any with Heather scoring the first attack on the Queen of Brawl. Sure, Sarah had allowed it to happen but it was under the assumption that Heather would barely have been able to budge her. A light miscalculation on Sarah's part, as not only had Heather budged her she had thrown her a good distance across the ring.

Sarah craned her neck side to side and narrowed her eyes on Heather. She hoped the girl had enjoyed that little free hit cause it was the last Sarah was going to give her. From here on out, the Queen of Brawl was unleashed.

When Sarah rose to her feet, Heather would run at her, something that made Sarah grin. This time she was more than ready. When Heather leapt into the air Sarah would move in quickly to catch the girl in mid-air, grabbing both under Heather's shoulder and the leg that was aimed to kick her. Using Heather's own momentum against her, Sarah would roar loudly and fling her opponent hard into the turnbuckle behind her, hoping to stop Heather's offence cold.