Reika Suzuka VS Jess, Barroom Bashup (LtLukas)

Match type: Barroom brawl.
Winning conditions: Pinfall, submission, or knockout, the bar is they're ring. Use it to your advantage, or lose out punchdrunk...

Location: One of the many AFW Barroom's, now used as a ring.
Crowd seats: Half capacity, match is caught on camera, and played to the crowd room.

Spoiler:

With AFW's choice of making they're specialized theme rings in almost any place imaginable, hotels, off shore islands, parking lots, a extravagant bar seemed fitting for two fighters to tussle out they're quarrels with each other, one of them being someone who had been on a streak of various punch ups, rival making, and just overall bad deeds. Reika was her name, and she didn't look pleased with this match choice one bit, for the last thing she needed was alcohol to soothe her roughed up body, except here, she was trying to maintain her well known look as she entered the Barroom, minus her own theme, as she threw off her black jacket purposely at the innocent referee girl.

Showing off her toned but bruised body, wearing a bikini one piece bra as her lower areas consisted of a short skirt, and tights, evil eyeing the girl as she propped herself lying along the bar counter. Waving her finger in a 'No' gesture at the local bartender as they soon scattered off, after all, Reika wasn't planning on winning this math with a clouded mind of beer and bruises.

"I'm really not in the mood for this..." Reika said to herself, adjusting her newly paid for glasses, as she would lean up and crack her neck, and then soon her fingers wandered over to the mic, "but whoever dare thinks they can win this match, is very, very deluded..." she said, all to the camera and crowd watching from a, safer, room across from the action, as she would swipe the camera away with her hand, showing a challenging smirk as she motioned her hands in a taunting tone. All to whoever was making they're way to fight someone so vicious, and attractive as Reika Suzuka. Truthfully though, she did feel like crap for overgoing her limits in fights, but with this mood on her, it was clear she wasn't going to let off this opponent lightly tonight.

The Elegant Viper had returned...

Jessica had a few different minds. It was time for the big shot, it was time to give it her all, it was time to put on a show. The Violent Violet bounced from one foot to the next, not feeling good nor bad, but just alright. Alright, she had been training her tail off and had climbed the ladder to get to where she was. Alright, this was going to be pretty hardcore, and this was where she did her best. Alright, she was going against Reika Suzuka.

Reika Suzuka.

That was a name that still carried a lot of weight, especially around here. Back in the day, Jessica had watched some of her matches. The Violent Violet was a brutal woman, but she saw the capacity to cause injury when it was right in front of her. This was going to be her comeback tour, and Jessica was going to be the first on the list. She breathed out. Management liked feeding her smaller women so that Jessica could squash them, but she recognized that tonight was not going to be a squash of any sorts. This was going to be the biggest match in a while, and Jessica was not going to let herself down. She had a handful of fans, but she did not really care about them that much.

Tonight was about her.

Her red boots clanked on the harsh concrete floor. She had been in quite a few barfights in her life, and this one would simply be one of many. The wrinkle here was that this fight would be in front of a live audience, and that cameras would be there. Whatever. Come what may. Jessica was not above fighting dirty, especially on a night like tonight.

Reika's words blared over the loudspeakers. Jessica could not help but chuckle a little bit. She had said words like that before in this very stadium. On the way to the bar, Jessica swiped a microphone off of one of the crates, and approached her opponent for the evening.

"Listen. You're old news at this point bitch. We have moved on without you. And I am not afraid to teach you that the hard way..." Jessica's venom seethed through the microphone, and now Jessica was staring at her opponent as if she were ready to tear this woman apart. In many senses, she was.

Thinking that her opponent would be a no show, that all changed when a vicious, tone rumbled through the mic toward her as her eyes settled on the rather the irate individual. Reika's time in AFW hadn't running in her favor, she had lost a few, and broke a fair few combatants. But now what gave it away she thought to herself with this girl, the odd hair colour, or the run of the mill attire which hugged that supple body of hers, simple, but Reika had trashed better looking opponents, however, this one had a mouth just like hers, so Reika's interest tonight had raised slightly.

Not by a lot, hell even Reika's mind was complicated at the moment, but just enough for her to get up off the bar counter, and settle her blue hues over this woman in front of her.

"Let me guess, yet another AFW hopeful trying to get her point across by tearing into, more, tougher girls than you with just a few spiteful words?, whatever your name is, you really haven't the slightest chance against me.......girl..." Reika said in a rather bored tone, dropping her mic half way as her heels clicked approaching Jess, getting in close, as she inched down her glasses at the girl, giving her a stare, as her hand was ready to backhand this oddly dressed choice for a bust up at a bar.

But then again this wasn't a date for anyone here, except for these two, with a raging with hype crowd getting excited as the bell was sounded above the bar. The fight was now on, and Reika's sudden thought before of backhanding a uppity bitch of this attitude, was changing, instead, she was going to THRUST her hand to the girls throat, hopefully to make Jess choke on those words...

Reika was indeed looking damaged, little rest, but her brutalness had never left her.

The two women were nearly on top of each other now. Jessica could nearly see the pores in Reika's skin. To say the moment was tense would be the understatement of the century; the crowd was on their feet and the bell had not even rung yet. The Violent Violet did not even breathe. It was as if time had slowed. Reika was saying things, but Jessica was not listening. Her muscles were tight now, and her nostrils were flaring. Quietly, her body cried out for blood, and Jessica was getting close to sating that particular worry.

Then the bell rung. Before Jessica could act, Reika was in motion. A hand reached out to Jessica's throat, and Jessica withdrew for a second. The Violent Violet regretted not breathing. Now, she did not have a choice. Her purple eyes closed halfway, and Jessica grunted a bit. Of all of the ways to start this match, this was inarguably the worst one. But Jessica did not come into this match with a plan in mind, and Jessica was nothing but adaptable.

Jessica grabbed her opponent's arm, and jumped into the air. Her powerful core allowed her to bring her powerful legs up and hopefully wrap around Reika's arm. Jessica would then move her arms for a standing arm bar. If Reika was going to go for broke straight from the opening bell, Jessica would too.

With a firm, spiteful grip on the girl in front of her, Reika was about to chokeslam the girl dressed in red, only to feel the weight of her up close, the girl felt built along with the look of her, yet still a bog standard taste in attire for Reika's eyes. However, in Reika's current state, it may be her close to sore muscles she felt ringing all over her body, Reika really was going to fight this girl nearly on empty, minus a drink to keep her mind a float for better or worse in a sense.

"Hmph, nothing to say?, speak up bitc-" as Reika was trying to go for a hard drag of the girl into a chokeslam, her words were having little effect on her advantage of playing mind games with the girl, instead, it had her soon locked in quite the new hold Reika was used to, only this time throttling arm was targeted, trapped between the girl's, warm, yet quite powerful legs as the Viper soon writhed around, trying to throw the girl over the bar, but instead ended up stumbling a little before hitting the cold floor from the weight of this girl.

Grunting from the sudden fall as her scantily clad body glistening in the overhead bar light, and the fact her arm was probably going to be soon squeezed into numbness, Reika took her other free for the moment arm, and dug her hand in a clawing motion around her opponents head. Her next move was to smash this bitch's face against the floor, that's if she break out of this hold, bucking her body weight close to the girl's, as she would latch her hand on her...

Still with her glasses still on too at this point.

No one could say that Jessica did not know how to start a match. For what it was worth, no one could say that Reika was the type to get off to a slow start either. Sure, the talking was a little annoying, but she figured a little bit of trash talk was par for the course. Especially on a night such as this and in a situation such as this. "I am going to break your fucking arm." Typical Jessica. Straight to the point, malevolent, and full of not only malicious intent but the capacity to follow through. Jessica was pulling as hard as she could, intending to take that arm out of the fight as quickly as she possibly could.

Only, Reika was not exactly cooperating with her plan. Sure, the move had gotten Reika down to the floor, but she was not taking it easy once she hit the dingy barroom floorboards. Rather, the Viper was moving, fighting, trying to claw her way back into the match. And literally, clawing her head. Jessica tried to throw her head back to avoid Reika's arm, but the woman's long arm made that untenable. Jessica gave Reika's arm one last squeeze before relinquishing her arm back to her, and rolling away. The move had been a good one, but it was time to let it go.

Jessica rose, ready to fight again. "Come on, bitch. Come at me. You know that I am the fucking rock star here." The Violent Violet hunkered down into her wrestling stance and prepared herself for the next go round. She did not like being choked, and she swore to herself that she was not going to be choked again. The muscles in her arm were tense, and her nostrils were flaring. Truly, Jessica was ready.

Failing to claw successfully her hand hand around that purple head of hair, whether it was wig or not was up for debate, but with a sore arm as Reika grit her teeth, hissing like some sort of feral snake, the pain finally stopped. But yet the soreness was still there as her opponent had backed off her, Reika on the other hand, on her knees, leaning with one arm as the other was trying to regain its feel, as her head would slowly crack side to side on her shoulder, soon looking up at her red clad opponent.

At least she had her talking now, even after two first failed moves, Reika was beginning to get annoyed with this rough start, and not a brutal one like she intended for, hell, she still didn't even catch the girls name. Nor did she really care as she slowly got up, looking the girl over before readying to charge into her.

"Pfft, Your no rockstar..." Reika rolled her eyes, before spearing herself and her glistened, scantily clad body weight right into the girl, hands out in a grabbing motion, even with one dead arm, as she would try her might to back her opponent into the wall behind her, at a slamming rate of power. Since Reika had observed the selected arena beforehand as she slummed around before her opponent got here, compromised of a bar, a pool table, and even a pinball machine, all to use to her advantage since this place was off limits to property damage. Thats if she could muster up the right strength, to throw her opponent around, into them which wasn't looking likely at all.

"Mn but I will make you cry like a diva ~" Reika said in a spiteful purr, being this closeup in a lock of strength, attempting her throw of her opponent, while her breath exhaled over the purple haired girls fringe, with the crowd soon getting they're share of angles of the two.

Reika came hard. Jessica thought she was ready, but like in many situations, she had underestimated her opponent. She found herself pitching forward at just the moment when she should have been standing upright, and subsequently found herself retreating all the way to the wall. Her back slammed into the hardwood, and she let out a loud "Guuh!" She cursed the crowd with her one open eye as they cheered her pain. She felt all of the power of the Viper, and she did not like it. For a moment, Jessica felt trapped. No, worse than trapped. There were a lot of potential things she could get thrown into, and the situation could quickly spiral out of control.

So Jessica did the only thing left. She pushed back. The Violent Violet did not spend those long hours in the gym for nothing, and she was going to show herself, all these fans, and most importantly Reika, that she was not to be trifled with."Fuck off bitch," she growled. Her gritted teeth and venomous tone showed how serious she was, but she reckoned that her bulging arms and vein in her neck showed what she wanted far more directly.

Then she was thrown. The momentum of the blow was perfect, and Jessica soon found herself careening across the wooden floor, arms and legs flying akimbo. Once again, she had focused too much on offense to really protect herself, and paid the price. Her rear skidded across the floor before she came to a stop at the foot of the pool table.

"Fucking lucky," she snarled as she moved to get up as quickly as she possibly could.

Seeing her opponent fly from her sheer strength of the Viper alone, Reika just managing to throw the red clad girl, all with her abused as it is body, she cracked her neck to the side a little, before refocusing on the girl trying to get up near the pool table. Reika's time fighting underground fights always paid off, even if she had been losing some of her, furious touch she was known for, over the past few months. Definitely not something she'd lose for a while, but just with those months with nothing but weaker opponents...

No one truly challenging her reputation, until now that was.

Wasting no time to be thrown into one of this girls, limb breaking hold on her, Reika stalked her opponent and marched up to her, hand clawing back down onto that head of her opponent, just as she was getting up, as Reika was about to punch her, right in the face, and possibly onto the pool table as she winded her fist around her socket.

"Hnnh, kiss this won't you?~" Reika said, most likely to her groaning opponents face...

Not a simple punch to be exact, but more so a harsh grab and shunt, before wailing it into the girls face, granted her short haired opponent did have her looks. But Reika wasn't giving her the courtesy of saying that, she was going to ruin it, even if it meant smashed in glass or bleeding.

Jessica realized that she was on the back foot now. And that was a very bad place to be, least of all in a time and place like this. Footsteps darkened her disposition, and Jessica recognized that she was going to have to turn this around as quickly as she possibly could in order to come out of this arena on her own two feet, as opposed to a stretcher. The Violent Violet swore to herself that she was going to get up and rolling, and that no matter what happened, Jessica was going to win the next ten seconds.

A hand seized her head. She hated when that happened, as it felt so demeaning. But in this particular instance, she didn't mind it so much at all. It meant that Reika was close to her, and that was exactly what she wanted. Sure, the Viper was pulling her upwards, but lo and behold that was exactly where she wanted to be. She had been backed into a corner, literally and figuratively, and she often figured that the best form of defense was a quick and efficient offensive strike.

The second she got all the way up, she sent a flurry forward. Jessica did not feel like getting up and dealing with whatever it was that Reika was about to throw at her. Rather, attacking from the corner seemed like the best plan. After all, a tiger was most dangerous when it was cornered...