Serina Kashibara vs. Ven - A Reckoning arrives?

Serina Kashibara vs. Ven
No Holds Barred/Anything Goes
Victory via knockout, pinfall, or submission


Still a bit fresh off her recovery after nearly having her arm ripped off by the redhead Lucy, Serina was not expecting to be hit with a sudden challenge like this. The dirty blonde had never even heard of this "Ven" before, not that she ever really kept up with current events in the AFW. Well the ones that didn't concern her at least. Making enemies was a common past time of hers, but she hadn't been in that many fights here yet to have forgotten any of her opponents, even with her generally poor memory. For all she knew, this Ven or whatever was just some bitch trying to pick her off as an easy win (because of her losing record, though Serina wouldn't admit to it). Just the thought of it pissed her off, and so she felt determined to prove this cunt wrong, whoever the hell she was.

As her heavy metal theme boomed forth, Serina stepped out into the arena dressed in her white button-up shirt and short gray skirt. With the usual look of irritation on her face, she marched down to the ring, largely ignoring the raucous crowd, on both sides of her. Walking up the steps and stepping through the ropes, she stood in the center of the ring with her arms crossed, eager to get a look at the stupid bitch who had challenged her.

Still relatively new to the AFW it had taken Ven quite a while to find an opponent which she deemed suitable. Although there were plenty of people to choose from, this Serina girl was certainly a particularly nasty one, that much she could tell from her extensive research. Yet her unpleasantness only seemed to betray her as she had lost a lot more matches than she had won. Perhaps this undeniable fact would help Ven turn Serina's bad attitude around, hopefully the unkind girl was still salvageable, still able to be changed for the better. Truly, only time would tell.

As her opponents introduction came to a close Ven's more gentle music began to eerily breeze through the numerous speakers, allowing Ven to begin making her way down to the ring. Wearing her usual tattered and revealing dark blue top with white sports tape wrapped around her breasts, as well as her also rather revealing dark blue cut off skirt, she slowly walked down to the ring. With an unreadable blank expression she carefully climbed onto the ring and over the top rope, continuing to make her slow approach until she was met with the unhappy looking Serina.

Serina's brow furrowed as Ven would make her entrance. The weird get-up, the hair, the face, none of it even remotely triggered anything in her memory. "What the hell did this bitch want with me...?" she thought to herself.

The dirty blonde girl continued to glare at Ven as she made her approach, but as her foe got closer, her eyes widened in surprise. Up close there was no denying it: Ven was huge, towering nearly a foot over her. The rather slender-figured Serina was at a very distinct size disadvantage. While it was a harsh blow to her confidence, Serina quickly recovered, re-assuming her scowling persona.

"Y-you're the one that fucking called me out, right?" She demanded, glaring up at Ven. "What the hell do you want?"

Going into this match Ven already had a pretty good idea of what Serina looked like as well as what she acted like. Truth be told, from looks alone she wouldn't label Serina as the aggressive and vicious type, just goes to show that you really cant judge a book by its cover.

Ven's height was as much a curse as it was a blessing, it was often useful in combat and helped her intimidate the people she wished to teach a lesson. But in situations like this intimidation is not what she wanted, far from it, she came to reform not to pointlessly frighten. Because of this, before she started speaking Ven moved down onto one knee in an attempt to seem less threatening.    

"I want nothing more than to help you change your violent path. You treat others with nothing but disrespect and cruelty. This is completely unacceptable. So I came here today to offer you one chance. One chance to change your ways." Ven said with a very monotone voice, speaking with only utmost sincerity and conviction, all the while maintaining her emotionless expression.

Serina just stared down at the kneeling Ven, almost slack-jawed at what she was saying. The shock of the size difference was nothing compared to this. She had been dragged out here to get... lectured? "What?" she sputtered, almost unable to comprehend what was going on.

This huge amazon freak went through all this trouble to preach at her like some empty-headed priest or monk or something? Serina was all too aware of the fact that she was a bitch, and she didn't feel bad about it in the slightest. In fact, she enjoyed it. The only times she ever felt remorse for her actions were the times she directly ended up fucking herself over.

The whole situation seemed too ridiculous to her to be real. Ven had to be pulling some kind of act, and Serina was not in the mood to play along. "Are you... fucking serious?"

Even though Serina had only spoken a single word Ven already knew that her offer had been badly received. Deep down she couldn't blame Serina for reacting negatively, someone appearing out of nowhere and suddenly asking you to change the way you are, that's not an easy thing to even think about, let alone do. Nevertheless Ven came to this match with a goal, and she was going to do everything in her power to achieve it.

"As serious as it gets. You either let me help change your foul attitude for the better. Or you deal with me acting as a constant thorn in your side for the rest of your career.." Ven spoke out once again in the same manner, slightly raising the volume of her voice to help get the point across, punctuating her last few words by standing back up fully once again.

"The choice resides with you." she muttered quietly, never removing her piercing gaze from Serina.

Now threats, thinly-veiled or otherwise, were more Serina's language, and something she knew exactly how to respond to. With more threats and violence, of course. She still didn't exactly get what Ven was trying to do, but it seemed pretty clear she was going to use force to do it.

With the initial shock of the size imbalance more or less banished by that bizarre exchange, Serina returned Ven's glare, snarling at the larger woman. It was still painfully clear she was at a disadvantage, but the handy part about the dirty moves she loved to use so much was that they tended to level the playing field. No woman could stay standing after something like this.

"Here's my answer, you stuck-up prick!" Serina shouted angrily, as she ducked low and attempted to slam an uppercut right between Ven's thighs.

Unfortunately it already seemed as if Ven had failed in her mission to realign Serina. The gaze which she returned was defiant and vicious as ever, and it was made that much more poignant by Serina snarling up at her like some kind of wild animal. It was all too clear that this girl would not listen to reason.

Not quite fast enough to react in time Ven was hit dead on by the cheap yet no less effective uppercut, instantly causing her previously blank expression to twist with pain whilst she let out an equally pained gasp. Of course she expected such moves to be used during the match, but what she didn't expect was for them to be used so early on.

As the bell was rung to officially start the match Ven was unable to prevent herself from swiftly falling forwards towards the canvas. However on the way down she would pull back one of her fists and attempt to use her downwards momentum to punch Serina straight in the head with great force!

As her surprise cheap shot landed, Serina welled up with pride, seeing the much larger Ven agonizingly react to the blow. It seemed unlikely this goody two-shoes would try to repay her in kind, meaning the dirty blonde's own crotch would be safe for once. She could use whatever underhanded trick she wanted without the fear of it being used back on her!

Of course that small victory was even more short-lived than she was expecting, as the falling Ven still manged to hammer Serina right in the face with her fist. Taken completely off-guard, the dirty blonde girl was instantly sprawled out on her back, knocked into a complete daze. "Uuurrrggghhhh..."

Ven was way too distracted by the fiery pain in her crotch to feel any sense of accomplishment. Although Serina was a lot shorter than her it didn't mean that she couldn't hurt her, especially if she kept aiming for such sensitive spots like that, which she obviously would.

Falling onto one knee yet again Ven began taking in deep breaths of air, clearly using her opponents current incapacitated state to recover from the painful uppercut. After just about enough recovery time she would return to her normal breathing pattern before standing up, quickly striding across the ring to reach her downed opponent.  

Upon getting to her destination Ven would stare down at Serina with a look of disgust for a few seconds before bending down to pick her up by the legs. If she was able to get a tight hold on her opponents legs she would perform one heck of a dizzying giants swing before abruptly letting go and allowing gravity to do the rest of the work.