Heather Sunderland vs Asuka Kotori

Standard Match
Victory by Pinfall, Submission, or KO

Heather's theme began to play over the speakers as the lights turned to a dark blue all throughout the arena. The stage started to fill with smoke and green laser lights, Heather crawling out onto it shortly after. She was dressed in her usual of her purple fishnet top, black bikini top underneath, black skirt, purple and black striped thigh-highs, and black boots. She came out onto the stage, her face and arm glowing light purple with the paint she had on her body, making her way down to about mid-ramp before she stood up. She rose her hands in the air, pyro shooting out from the stage before she rushed down the rest of the ramp.

She slid in under the bottom rope, heading to the corner and the middle rope, getting atop it and raising her hand in the air again, pyro shooting down from the ceiling to the ring. She basked in the reaction from the crowd, hopping off the ropes and heading to the center of t he ring after. She definitely didn't have the best relationship with her opponent, always getting into quite heated spats with her and now she didn't expect anything different. Taking a deep breath, she nod her head, waiting for Asuka's arrival.

Asuka stretched out a bit as she waited at the Gorilla position, she was actually looking forward to her match tonight. Because of her modeling career she had been a bit busy as of late, which meant that she hadn't had time to duke it out with someone in the ring, well...now she was back and it looked as if she was back just in time to take part in a return of an old rival of hers. Heather Sunderland, Asuka Kotori greatly looked forward for another chance to beat up the purple haired veteran of AFW and once again show Heather were she belonged. Underneath the Red Falcon's boot.

Asuka's theme started to play out of the speakers when Heather's entrance had died down, the lights turned red in the arena and the ramp was filled with smoke, upon the ramp the long raven hair of Asuka flowed in the air as the ramp and smoke was lit with golden yellow lights. Asuka started to walk down the ramp as she was dressed in her new and rather elaborate attire.

Spoiler:

In stark contrast to Heather's black and purple attire, Asuka wore a white and golden piece of clothing which was rather unique in it's design. She wasted little time in getting into the ring and stepping right up towards her equally sized rival in the center of the ring. Getting right up in Heather's face as she would move in and shove her similarly sized chest against Heather's, knocking forehead's with her rival and glaring into her eyes. Asuka wouldn't let this stand off continue for long though, as she would bring her hands up and give Heather a rough shove!

" Who said you could get back into this ring Loserland?" Asuka pointed out as she would place her right hand on her alluring hip and glare over towards Heather.

Took a deep breath as she heard Asuka's theme play over the speakers, stretching herself out a little more, hopping in place. She was prepping herself as much as she possibly could, shaking off any sort of ring rust that she might have as she looked up the entrance ramp for the girl's appearance. When she finally did though, Heather tilt her head a bit. She almost didn't recognize her with such a different attire, making her cross her arms in slight bewilderment at the sight.

"Huh.." She hummed to herself, not sure what to make of her new attire that was alot more elaborate than her last one. It certainly stood out, that's for sure. She stuck her tongue out just a bit as she waited for her to get all the way into the ring--and just as she did, it already became quite heated. She grit her teeth as Asuka came right up to her, glaring into her eyes as their chests bumped and pushed together like that, nearly grinding her forehead against hers before suddenly she pushed her away.

Heather stumbled back a little, clenching her fists before hearing her words, leading to a little scoff. "I didn't know I had to ask someone for permission. And what the hell happened to you? That outfit of yours looks ridiculous. As usual, you think way too highly of yourself." She let out, sticking her tongue out at her again as the ref was explaining the basic rules of their standard match, calling for the bell shortly after.

She tried to make it so Asuka barely had time to react after that bell rang, rushing right at her and attempting to leap up for a hurricanrana attempt.

Asuka watched as Heather stumbled backwards from her shoving watching the woman clench her fist and the scoff, yet those words of hers only made the raven haired beauty put on a cocky smirk on her face. " You need my permission, after all. I'm the one who handed your a sound defeat right before you packed your bags. Guess I'll just have to do it again." Asuka said as she would stand there, ready to kick Heather's butt.

As the referee stepped in besides the two to start to explain the rules though. The lovely Japanese-American would turn her head towards the referee, and then out of nowhere try and raise her left leg up and kick Heather right in her bare midsection! Trying to stun Heather while the referee was explaining the rules, right before the bell rang.

Asuka Kotori would try and quickly step passed the referee and grab Heather's pretty hair, trying to yank the woman up to a straight stand where she'd attempt to quickly send as brutal of a slap she could to Heather's pretty face! After which the referee would quickly call for the ringing of the bell and the start of the match.

Heather scoffed at her words, ignoring them as much as she could as she had that clear plan in her mind as to how she was going to start the match. She had the idea that she'd be able to catch Asuka off guard, starting the match out in a big way, just running the scenarios in her head. She was barely paying attention to the rules that were being stated, just anxious for them to be over with so that bell could ring. Unfortunately for her, it seemed Asuka wasn't even going to wait that long.

Heather suddenly felt that sharp pain slam right into her midsection, her eyes widening as she coughed out, doubling over and holding the area of impact. She groaned out loudly, shaking her head a bit as she just tried to catch her breath. The girl had definitely caught her off guard, not even allowing her to start the match properly and dealing quite the blow to her right from the start.

She tried to pull away, but that grip on her hair pulled her right back, forcing her to stand up straight before that slap collided with her cheek. "Gagh!!" Heather yelled out from the sharp sting, stumbling a bunch as she nearly fell to her side, unable to regain her bearings to retaliate.

Asuka's foot found Heather's gut and with it she stunned and doubled over the beautiful purple haired veteran and with it she then took a hold of Heather's hair to slap her right in her face with her other hand, watching Heather stagger back and almost fall to the side, Asuka would follow after.

There was a boo from the crowd as they saw Asuka's slightly underhanded tactic, when it came to Heather though, she knew it was worth it. As long as it meant that she could finish this match with her foot on Heather's cheek then that was more than enough for her.

Asuka would wait for the moment when Heather tried to regain her bearings as she'd try and snap her leg up for a quick headkick, trying to smack Heather down onto the mat!

Heather's head was spinning already from Asuka's heavy, dirty start to their match. The boos rang out through the arena--in a situation where Heather would usually be into taking the crowd's reaction--but now it didn't matter. The crowd disapproved, but it didn't help her much at all. She was in a bad situation, and that slap that slammed into her face really felt like it rocked her senses, sending her for a bit of a loop.

She shook her head, groaning out slightly as she went to right herself, stumbling a little before another hard impact slammed into her head. Heather let out a loud yell, the collision rocking her head as she was taken down to the mat already, her body smacking into the canvas with a loud grunt.

Asuka smiled as she smacked Heather Sunderland down onto her side and with it the raven haired beauty would step forward and try to place her foot against the cheek of Heather. Rubbing her sole down against that soft cheek for a humiliating boot grinding on Heather's lovely features.

" You really need to learn your place, Loserland." Asuka spoke out as she would then try and violently scrape her boot against the cheek, before pulling it back and trying to send a hard football style kick to Heather's funbags.

Wanting to make sure that Heather knew what she was up for in this match, as Asuka had no notions of letting Heather walk out of here as anything but defeated and utterly humiliated.

Heather groaned out loudly as Asuka's boot was planted on her cheek like that, rubbing in the whole humiliation of the feeling. She squirmed around on the mat, her face turning a slight red at the situation she was in, hating the words that Asuka was saying to her. She tried to turn her head and eyes up at her, glaring as much as she could.

"S-shut up..you bi---guaahg!?" Her comeback was cut short as she raked her boot across her face before driving that kick into her chest. She coughed out desperately, spittle shooting from her mouth onto the canvas as she held her chest in pain, rubbing at it a little. Her eyes watered just slightly, Heather just trying to squirm herself away and make her way towards the ropes.

Asuka would move her hand up and flick it through her hair, flipping it back over her shoulder as she watched Heather start to squirm on the mat. She couldn't help but enjoy this, it felt so much like their previous match. Something that Asuka still held as a point of pride, the sound beating she had handed the world-famous high-flyer.

The raven haired beauty would saunter around the crawling and squirming frame of Heather, her shapely hips swaying with each step. Placing one foot on either side of Heather's downed frame, Asuka would try and drop down, aiming to crash her 10/10 ass on Heather's lower back, quickly trying to latch her hands around Heather's chin the second that Heather's upper body would flop up off of the mat. Trying to lock the woman into a quick camel clutch hold.