Traci Albrecht vs. Ranka Shumisen - A Brutal Debut

Traci Albrecht vs. Ranka Shumisen
No Holds Barred Match
Anything Goes, Victory via Pinfall, Submission, or K.O.

Spoiler:

Following her dominating victory over Gail, Traci was in fairly high spirits.  It had been exactly the kind of fight she'd came here for, and the one-sidedness of it was just icing on her sadistic cake.  Unfortunately, however, this next match wasn't of the humiliation variety, and the last time that happened she ended up with a near-concussion, a bloodied face, and a massive ache between her legs.  What's more, she was apparently up against a pretty big name wrestler, and a real serious one at that.  Even so, the green-haired beauty was still confident about her chances, and even a bit eager.  Thrilled by the thought of trying to break that woman's supposedly cold composure, Traci was going to pull out all the stops.  Surely the reaction she would get to see would be well worth it.

As her music started to play, Traci would strut out onto the stage, dressed in a maroon two-piece wrestling outfit, complete with matching gloves and boots.  The crowds' reaction, much to be expected was very mixed.  The wrestling fans of course hated her dirty and underhanded tactics, while there were others who still loved to see her handiwork or were just captivated by her amazing looks.  Smiling and waving, the green-haired sadist sexily made her way down to the ring, hips swinging back and forth, showing off her pristine legs and perfect ass.  Climbing up onto the canvas, Traci bent over as she stepped between the ropes, making sure to give the audience a good view.  With a deceptively pure smile on her face, the beautiful woman struck a seductive pose just as her music began to die down.

Once that was done, Traci made her way over towards her corner, where she would start stretching (and showing off) while awaiting her opponent.

Every single time before a match Ranka always warmed up the same way, standing and shadow boxing in front of the mirror, she kept this up until her body was warmed up, her blood hand started pumping and she was loosened up a bit. It was her usual way to start up things before going in to a match, so that her engine was always warm and ready to go. Only weaklings use such petty excuses as not being prepare for a brawl or a tough fight, if you are a true competitor and a wrestler you're always in tip top shape after all.

Dressed in her usual red and marine blue wrestling attire, she stood there until that first bead of sweat formed on her body, there it was. She was warmed up now. She stepped away from the mirror and brought up her right arm to wipe it away, before she turned on her heels and headed out of the locker room she had been provided. Tonight AFW was gonna get to see a legend reborn, " Hmm...this will be one hell of a first impression. Hah! The fans of this comedy show will probably piss their pants." Ranka let out as she walked down the hallways until she came up towards the gorilla position. Her opponent had already made her way down towards the ring and for that reason it was Ranka's turn to move down.

There was no pretty light show or fancy thing for Ranka Shumisen, as her theme began to blast out of the speakers the crowd stirred up, they had known that she would appear her in AFW but now it was truly a reality. There were roaring cheers and swell as booming boos in the crowd all around her as she walked down the ramp. She moved up towards the ring and climbed up like it was an old routine that she had done a million times.

She didn't step up to the center, she simply made her way to her corner, no fuzz about it. Nothing to show off. For the only thing that mattered to Ranka right now was to show talent, not her body nor image. She wasn't a superstar, she was a goddamn fighter! Tonight she'd paint the ring red.

Soon enough the ref-girl would step up and wait for the two to come to the center of the ring. Her emerald eyes would trail towards her opponents, as Ranka would look over who her first victim of AFW would be, a pretty girl...oh how she loved that kind, people usually got upset when the pretty ones were mangled up! She stepped up to the center and would roll her eyes a bit as she saw her opponent up-close, letting out a light sight...seeing if she could perhaps get under the skin of the girl.

Traci raised an eyebrow as her opponent for the night, Ranka, emerged on stage. She appeared to be quite strong and intimidating, meaning the green-haired sadist would likely have to be pretty careful as she fought. Even so, unless she was superhuman or something, the woman would have the same weak spots as any other, so she wasn't overly worried.

She carefully observed as Ranka stepped up into the ring, with nary a flourish or any attempt to play to the crowd at all. Serious-type indeed. The first emotion she even observed was the redhead's look of disappointment after looking at her. Of course, Traci could only smile in response, secretly pleased that Ranka was underestimating her. It would only make her job easier, and that much more satisfying of a surprise when her claws did show themselves.

Maintaining her usual facade, the green-haired beauty walked over towards Ranka calmly, arms crossed over her chest, coming to a stop right in front of the powerful woman. "My, aren't you a serious one?"

Ranka watched as her pleasant looking opponent went up towards her, looking as if she was ready for the fight at least, she had to commend that in the girl. Though the redhead wasn't too happy with the fact that this girl didn't seem bothered by her actions...it was rather disappointing but it wasn't a game breaker, the plan was the same as before.

The redhead would shrug her shoulders as she watched Traci walk up closer towards her with those arms crossed over her chest. Hearing those words the mighty Rank would simply put on a light snicker as she'd follow it up with a distant sounding " Aaaah, i've been found out ?" As if she wasn't even talking to Traci but someone else. As if she saw Traci not fit to talk to.

Right as those words left her mouth though her right fist would shoot up without warning and blinding speed straight towards Traci's pretty face, attempting to hit her with a strain high angled punch to the girl's cheek! " Kidding."

Ranka clearly wasn't taking Traci seriously at all, maybe even less so now. Of course, that's exactly what Traci wanted. Or at least she thought she did.

Just as she was ready to leap up and strike Ranka between the thighs with her knee, she was literally beaten to the punch. "Ghhhhhk...!" Staggering backwards and a little to the side, Traci just barely managed to keep on her feet. She quickly tried to re-orient herself, but the impact still left her a bit dazed and wide open for a follow up.

Ranka's eyes narrowed as she smacked her fist right into Traci's face, watching the girl stumble backwards like that and barley keeping herself up right was just the perfect position that the beautiful redhead wanted her in....without wasting a moment the redheaded veteran quickly stepped up.

Her arms would shoot out, left hand moving to grasp the back of Traci's skull to keep it firm and rooted in place, her fingers entwining with that short hair of the girl's as her right hand balled into a fist. Not even a second past through the fluid motion before Ranka shot her hand off like the bullet from a fun straight up into Traci's face, only for that gun to cock right back and fire of another and another bullet right into Traci's fist. The motion of her fists like that of a power hammer, it's was a mechanize....moves so naturally blended with her body that it looked as if those fists were just meant to do damage more than anything else in life.

Though she really didn't look it, Traci was still a capable wrestler. As Ranka grabbed her by her green hair, she instantly threw up her arms to shield her face.
"Gaaaahhh!" the first blow hit like a sledge, causing pain to shoot through her arms.

Before she could even muster up a way to strike back, the redhead's fist came right back, this time breaking through her weakened guard, and slamming right into Traci's face. Her skull probably would have snapped right back had it not been for Ranka's grip on her hair, and her whole body went a bit limp for a moment, as the brutal impact jarred her brain.

Ranka's fists shot forward and not only did she pull of a relentless attack against Traci's guard, she broke right through with her second strike, smacking the cute girl right onto her lovely face yet again. It was pretty standard affair for Ranka though, her body was like lighting made flesh and when she went to town on people it wasn't very rare for things like this to happen.

The redheaded veteran held tightly on to the back of Traci's head and as the girl went limp she would use that hold to pull the girl's head right in underneath her right armpit, attempting to wrap her arm around that skull before hoisting her high up into the air! Where Ranka would hold Traci for a moment could she do so, and then finally attempt to drop back attempting to spike the top of Traci's head down with a brainbuster! Each and every movement of Ranka was fluid, as if it was all things she had done so many times that it was just second nature to her.

Ranka was absolutely unrelenting, as no sooner had Traci shaken off her daze when the green-haired beauty found herself hoisted up into the air, upside down. Knowing what was about to happen, but powerless to stop it, she couldn't help but let out a scream as she fell.

With a resounding noise, her skull came hammering down into the canvas, sending a chain reaction of pain through her neck all the way down her spine. Flopping out forwards onto her belly, Traci laid there flat, moaning as she clutched at her neck.

Ranka would move up in a rather casual manner after having spiked down Traci's lovely head into the mat for a cruel brain buster...it was usually rare for people to go in for big moves like this early in a match....however Ranka wasn't one to care about stuff like that. The only thing that mattered was that she got to pound some sense into people like...well Traci here.

The redhead moved up to her feet and pulled back a few strands of hair behind her ear. Moving around towards Traci's legs as she'd attempt to take a hold of them, stepping forward as she'd try and tuck them in under her armpits while trying to keep Traci down on her front. Her hands would soon try and reach forward, attempting to take a hold of Traci's arms by her wrists and pull the girl up, trying to lock her opponent into a rather cruel baby-swing submission hold!