A Submissive Clash - Rebecca V Rook

Submission match:
Winner decided via submission. (Shocker.)

Just like that the AFW had booked Rook into another match, perfect. Thus-far she had been able to make her presence decently well known throughout the organisation, truthfully at the moment she wasn't at all mainstream knowledge, but if things kept going the way which they were it wouldn't be long until that major fact changed. Much to her surprise, the vigilante wasn't able to pick up much information on who she would be fighting today, be that due to just a general lack of information or because the wrestler herself hadn't yet participated in a lot of matches, it didn't matter, at the very least she had managed to acquire her name. Rebecca Nightgale, her second name similarly sounding to the bird species. Now Rook might not have known an awful lot about this wrestler, but her herself was in a particularly aggravated mood today due to a couple of things happening behind closed doors in her personal life, so no matter who this Rebecca girl was, she wasn't going to have a very easy time of it. If Rebecca herself was actually dangerous or not wasn't the question, what really mattered was how long it would take Rook to get a hold of her to clip her wings.

Rook:

Not needing to hang around for too long Rook was soon able to make her way out onto the entrance ramp to begin her fast paced walk to the ring. Pulling her mask down before she started moving as she often did, the vigilante soon wasted no time before she started heading down towards her acquired goal. Once again the reaction she received from the audience was a relatively positive one despite her not putting much effort into how she wanted the audience to view her. The largest majority of them were still pretty unsure of who she was, but that wasn't a problem for now. The main issue was the match at hand, and how she would go about coming out of it as the dominant victor for all to see.  

Once she reached ringside Rook used her decent momentum to jump forwards into a dive and skillfully slide underneath the bottom rope, rapidly climbing to her feet before glancing at the referee, making sure all was well while heading into her corner. After arriving things would be pretty simple for Rook at the moment, all she would do was lean back and wait, wait for whatever poor wrestler she would be put up against to fight tonight.

Rebecca was about to walk to the backstage area after chancing into her wrestling attire which consisted of black & red leather thigh high stiletto boots , a black leather thong and a black corset which barely contained her assets when a crew member knocked on the locker room door to present the whip she wanted to bring whit her to the ring. The French native would walk towards the backstage area that was closest to the entrance ramp as she watched how her opponent made her entrance and was impressed by what she saw.

So after she gotten her weapon she would walk backstage and wait their until it was time to make her entrance as she got her signal when These boots are made for walking by Jessica Simpson was being heard coming out of the speakers as she walked onto the ramp as she smirked at the fans. Cracking the whip she brought with her on the top of the ramp as she looked down at Rook hoping to intimidate the wrestler already in the ring.

After she did that the French native would start to walk to the ring just as the announcer started to introduce her to the fans. ''Now entering from Paris,France weighting in at 143ibs it Rebecca Nightgale '' was heard throughout the arena as the announcer did his part while Rebecca walked onto the steel steps and gave her whip to the announcer as the male stepped out of the ring. Looking her opponent into her eyes the French native would step towards Rook and extend her hand as she whispered ''hope you don't mind me stealing all the attention skull girl''.

Rebecca:

So this was Rebecca Nightgale, interesting. Throughout the entirety of her opponents entrance Rook stood back and watched her very carefully. Since she didn't know anything about her other than her name she was attempting to decode as much about her as she could from her appearance alone, something which didn't go too well. Best she got was from the actual announcer, who vocalised that she was originally from Paris and weighed in at 143lbs, not really very useful information but Rook believed that some useless information was far better than no information at all.

With Rebecca extending a hand and whispering a harmless comment Rook just stood back and ignored the gesture. "Keep it." Were her only mumbled words as she crossed her arms and just waited for the match to start. This woman wanted all the attention? That was fine. Attention isn't what wins matches, all it'll get you is more humiliation when you end up losing a match, more people to watch your epic failure.

Sure that the match would be starting soon Rook unfolded her arms, entering into a more defensive stance by raising her fists, just waiting for the moment where she could lash out. With the sudden ring of the bell that was it, the vigilante charged straight for Rebecca, looking to waste no time before trying to get a decent submission in place as she wrapped her arms around her opponents midsection, hoisting her up for a classic bearhug.

Rebecca was expecting an different reply to her handshake gesture and comment then just a simple keep it she got from Rook. Even so the French native did not mind as she just smirked arrogantly at her opponent as she watched the other wrestler cross her arms and just stand their pretending to be tough in Rebecca's opinion as she walked towards her corner not believing the other woman to be much of a threat.

After turning around when she reached her corner to face her opponent just before the bell would ring as Rebecca tried not to laugh when she saw Rook raise her fists and got into a defensive stance. ''Come on now skull girl you are making me think that you believe you actually got a chance against me''taunts the French native as she got into a stance of her own as her taunting was proving to be a mistake soon when she feels her opponent wrap her arms around her midsection.

Not expecting her opponent to be so strong as Rook lifted Rebecca into the air and trapped the French native in a bearhug as she tried not to show she was in pain. ''Let me go''screamed the former model as she would try to pry open her opponent's legs and get free from the bearhug and as she landed on her feet go for an elbow strike to Rook's face.

Whenever an opposing wrestler says anything along the lines of, 'You believe you actually got a chance against me?' It immediately makes Rook think the opposite to what they do. Simply put, they are exhibiting far too much confidence in their own abilities. The vastest majority of the time somebody who is actually good at something wont say a cocky word, so with that in mind statements like that would do anything but help Rebecca in this match.    

"No." Was Rook's solitary word as she held the other girl aloft in the tight move, doing her best to squeeze every ounce of air out of her as possible until she finally started fighting back, just about managing to pry the vigilante's arms apart and causing her to stumbled back a little way in the process. For her troubles, just as Rook went back to look at Rebecca she was treated with a sharp elbow strike to her face, her vision flashing with a white light as the pain was anything but gentle.

Forced to stumble back even further, Rook would respond by violently lashing out. With her lack of vision not lasting for more than a second she did her best to advance forwards while aggressively swinging at Rebecca, her intent to punch wherever on her opponent she could get away with.

Rebecca was in pain as she had underestimated her opponent and was now paying the price as she got the air squeezed out of her as Rook was doing her best to crush the French native's spin with her bearhug. Luckily for Rebecca she was able to pry open her opponent's arms and after landing on her feet in an act of panic was able to land an elbow strike to Rook's face.

With her opponent stumbling back the French native got into a stance while she glared at the other wrestler as she would keep her distance at the moment. Rook would soon recover from the elbow strike and would swing aggressively at Rebecca who would leap backwards and after she landed jumped forward as she would try to counter with a roundhouse kick to her opponent's head.

Rook shouldn't have expected much good to come out of randomly swinging for her opponent with nothing but fury to guide her, yet the burst of both rage and adrenaline which she received from getting an elbow shot to the face made her feel as if she were temporarily invincible, unable to take any damage from the opposing Rebecca no matter how hard she might try! Of course this supposed invincibility proved very false when all Rebecca had to do was dodge out of the way of the aggressive flailing and kick Rook in the side of the head.

With the impact reverberating throughout her already hurting head Rook was sent down to one knee to try and recover from the attack, the sensation of being hit in the ear causing it to unpleasantly ring and therefore make her dazed state even worse. Despite not knowing much about Rebecca's wrestling career thus-far, perhaps it would have been wise to approach her with a bit more caution.

Rebecca would just smirk as her opponent did exactly what the French native had hoped and after the model had avoided Rook's attack lashed out with a roundhouse kick to the other wrestler's head. It became even better when her opponent dropped down to one knee and got into the perfect position for the French native to launch an follow up attack.

Taking another step forward Rebecca would just smirk at Rook before lashing out with an kick to her opponent's chest followed by another kick to the chest. The french native would continue to do this while the AFW fans started to count out loud until they reached ten as she would then take another step back and wait to see if her opponent would fall to the canvas or stay on her one knee.

Stuck on one knee staring at the uninteresting canvas it wouldn't be long until Rook was assaulted once more, a kick aimed straight for her unprotected chest. The thumping pain of the impact shot through her like a bullet, her chest forced to absorbed the initial impact whilst the rest of her body had to do it's best to endure the reverberation. With a choked cough of discomfort Rook started to do her best to recover when she was hit again! And then once more! Each individual kick sending equal waves of shock throughout her form as she was unable to do anything but remain crouched and take it.

When she was finally given some respite Rook fell forwards onto her hands, forced to use them to stabilise herself unless she wanted a face full of canvas. With an underlining whimper in her breath she remained solid for a short time, eventually managing to reorient her now burning gaze up at Rebecca. With a plan behind her Rook would suddenly stumble to her feet, barely managing to stay up for a moment as she completely ran past Rebecca, intent on bouncing off of the ropes opposite them and coming straight back for the other girl with a classic clothesline!

Seeing that her kicks were being effective the French native would just wave to the fans that were counting out loud each time she landed them on her opponent's chest. So seeing her opponent fall onto her hands and stay their for a short while gave Rebecca the perfect spot to try and land a bow down to perfection on her opponent.

Not wanting to miss her chance the French woman would take a few steps back before rushing forward as she would leap into the air to bring her foot down on the back of Rook's head only to see her opponent move out of the way. Shocked by this Rebecca was not quick enough to turn around and when she did Rook was already onto her feet and running towards the ropes. Wanting to try and stop whatever her opponent had in mind the former model would run towards her opponent and try to knock her down with a big boot only to just miss rook and get knocked down by a clothesline.