Chelsea Loski vs Candy Cane

No Disqualification match

Chelsea came out doing her typical dance to show of her lovely body to the crowd as her music played, she loved to flaunt her assists to the fans, no reason not to given her job and if they loved to see it they would love to have her back.

She head down to the ring waving to the fans and high-fiving a few, she heard about her opponent being a pretty well known fighter from a different company but she  was confident that she could take her and get some credibility under her name.

She really needed to just hit someone. A lot.

Candy hadn't expected this return to wrestling to be some kind of warm reunion - she was aiming to beat the hell out of people after all - but not one damn thing had gone right since she set foot in this arena. If it wasn't crazy nurses deciding to bother her again, it was getting stuck in a mud match. If it wasn't that, it was more bad press about how soft she'd gone. Candy had been here no more than a month and already she was sick of everything. That was why she was in this match. No disqualifications sounded like one thing to savor right now, and as the redhead stepped out onto the stage, hosting her guitar up onto her shoulder with one arm like it was her battle axe, she betrayed little bit her frustrations and her eagerness to pound Chelsea Loski, whoever the hell she was.

Her music started as her white heel hit the stage, and Candy didn't waste any time waving at the people who screamed in reaction to seeing her. With purpose, her eyes narrowed at the ring, she left the stage and tromped down the ramp towards the ring, her usual barely-existent skirt bouncing with each step. At the ring, she flung the guitar in under the ropes and climbed up to swing a leg in. Her eyes settled on the woman across from her. Candy acknowledged little about her beyond her indifferent desire to see the girl with guitar strings in her teeth before the night was over.

Okay- she wasn't that pissed off. But she wanted to get this over with before the damn nurse showed up, and if that meant giving this chick a face-full of punk-rock, so be it. Candy wasn't even sure if Hinomoto was going to show up ringside like she'd said, so she wanted to get this crap over with and get all her frustrations out in the meantime.

She kicked her guitar into the closest corner before shooting a glare at the ref, waving her arms at the petite brunette woman. "Hey, it's no DQ. Just ring the frickin' bell!"

The first thing that came to mind as the fellow redhead came out was that she was clearly pissed about something. The second was that she looked ridiculous with the guitar, like she was doing some punk girl rock gimmick to stand out or something, then again this was a no dq match which meant that that thing would likely be used to try amd cave her head in, if the reputation of her opponnet was anything to go off of, and Akiha's info so far had been pretty precise.

"Well someones eager to get going, not even going to intoduce yourself?" She said, she already knew who her opponent was. After all when Rumble roses ended anytime any of there girls signed with a new place it was news and Candy Cane getting here was no different. And what Chelsea was banking on was her temper getting the better of her and allowing her to take advantage for the big win. "But you've got a point so lets get this over with, I've been itching for an easy win."

Ugh, this one was just the type to be able to get on Candy's nerves tonight. She wanted an introduction? Great, she'd get it. Not the one she wanted. The rocker scrunched up her face at the other redhead. "If ya don't know who I am..." She blew a raspberry and waved a dismissive hand. "Ya gotta be a special kind a' idiot."

Candy decidedly ignored whatever else her opponent said, putting her hands on her hips and pacing on her side of the ring until she heard the bell. Then, it was on, the redhead immediately swiveling to her right to strafe closer to Loksi. The ever-aggressive diva struck out with a hand - red nails and all as she bent her fingers - to snap it across Chelsea's face, growling as she did so.

"Oh I know exactly who you are, its just customary to intorduce oneself. Guess you misse that part." She continued taunting the fellow redhead, Candy had a temper and if she could make her angry and carelss there would be a seris of opportunities for her to jump on top off as she started to move in and get the whole thing going.

Candy attacked first, baring her aring out and sent a scratch aimed for her face. Chelsea quickly ducked under the attack and charged her opponent trying to drive her shoulder into her body to send her back.

"Customs my talented ass! This is no DQs, who gives a damn about customs!? I asked for this match, an' you're gonna get a boot-sized taste of why."

Candy's swiping claw came up with nothing but air, a fact that frustrated her and sent her spinning on her high heel to face the dodging redhead, nimble feet keeping her from losing her balance. As soon as she turned, though, another rushing redhead was coming Candy's way, and even the quick rocker didn't have time to react. Instead, she spread her arms and squatted like she was getting ready to bat down a bad pitch, her arms latching onto Chelsea's head as the redhead approached. "Oof!", came the Rose's cry, as the other woman collided with her, but Candy held on, dragging Chelsea to the mat with her as both went spilling towards the ropes.

"Well I do obviously, wouldnt have brought it up otherwise, and this match could be no-holds barred and Id still ask for your name. But I suppose ill just introduce myself the old fashioned way." She could tell the girl was already in a foul mood which would have been good to take advantage of if she didnt try to immediately go for the dirtiest move she could think of. Still she avoided it and ran forward to collide with Candy Cane and drive her down.

The fellow redhead had time to prepare for her charging in and while she still hit her withenouth force, Candy made sure she joined her down on the floor next to the ropes. This was a bad position for her, the last place she wanted to be when fighting her was ro be on the floor in any capacity besides locking in a submission, kicking away at her body to get some distance she tried to scramble back to her feet before anything could happen.

Candy wrapped her arms around her midriff as she collided with the mat, nursing the part of her back that made contact long enough for her to growl about it. But she was not to be slowed - her irritation fueling her, she clenched her teeth and got up onto her knees rapidly like a wild dog, in time to see Chelsea starting to flail away. "Get back here!"

She stretched out her body to grab Chelsea by the ankle with both hands and braced, yanking back on the other redhead to reel her in where Candy could do her worst. And judging by the expression on her face - eyebrows knit so tightly they nearly touched - her worst was something to be feared tonight.

Chelsea prided herself on being quick, hitting the enemy fast and making sure sshe got more hits in and was fone before the enemy started swinging. It was her best chance usually, most opponents were bigger and stronger so speed was what she counted on in a pinch.

Speed was not on her side this time around. As she got to her feet to get away Candy caught her legs and pulled her back down, making Chelsea fall flat on her face as she was stuck. "..crap.." She uttered.

With Candy latched onto Chelsea’s ankle, the more generally ticked-off redhead reeled the other woman backwards, pushing herself up off of her knees and back onto her feet as she did so. Once standing, the rocker dropped right back down, knee-first into Chelsea’s ankle, and wrenched up on the other woman’s foot in a mini-version of an ankle lock.

Okay, it was official – Chelsea was going to be the first girl she powered through on her way back to her rougher reputation. The whole match with Fujiko had gone…awry. And nevermind the stupid nurse. So far as Candy was concerned, as she wrenched and yanked, all that was just a false start to be wiped clean and forgotten about altogether.