Rosa "Crusher" Cabrera vs. Blue Imugi - Pound It

Rules: Standard rules.
Victory Conditions: Victory is obtained by either pinfall, KO, or submission from the opponent.


Suspension.

Not as relaxing as she thought it would be.

It had been...how long she’d trashed that medical room? Imugi didn’t care to recall exactly, but it was at least long enough for the seasons to change. In hindsight, it was kind of stupid to think she’d get off scot-free, though the suspension itself was only half that time and, honestly, didn’t sound all that bad to her. If anything, when she first heard it, she was a bit excited for her a bit of early, fully-paid hibernation. But what “suspension” really meant was just “not wrestling”. That didn’t mean they couldn’t have her do other things. Merchandise, signed memorabilia, B-roll footage, question and answer sessions. It only got worse after her suspension was over, making her work double-time to wrangle back the attention of fans both old and new in an attempt to keep the fire from her first match going a little longer. Keep that excitement built for her next appearance.

It was funny, she’d started wrestling to get away from the idol stuff, but they seemed to be cracking the whip even harder than back in Korea. Even with her remarkable penchant for dodging responsibilities, Imugi found management here was a bit harder to evade than Min-ji. Min-ji, for one, had a face. An aging, wrinkled face that you could see, hate, and perceivably punch. AFW had middlemen and faceless figures in the shadows that knew exactly where she was every second of the day.

She really needed a change of pace.

So yeah. She should have been excited to finally be getting her next match in a while, and should have been getting ready for it in her usual fashion, namely taking a nap. But from her slumped spot on the bench, an across her stomach and one foot dangling lazily over the side, Imugi’s kept awake. She didn’t wonder the reason for her insomnia, knowing it well as she kept staring at the empty message board displayed on her phone. She’d exchanged numbers with Army on that same night and even she was surprised by how long she’d let that silence go on after she left. She didn’t know why, couldn’t scrape the answer out. Normally, it was the guys who reached out first. Normally. But ‘normal’ wasn’t what people came to AFW for.

Maybe he was in the arena. Maybe he’d heard and was watching tonight. Maybe he was hoping she’d call and meet up after. Maybe he just wanted to wish her luck. Her thumb hovered over the text bar, frozen in time along with her gaze.

She closed the app and went back to her browser, pulling up the last minute searches she had been doing on her opponent tonight. Three pages into Google didn’t turn up much beyond her profile. ‘Crusher’ was probably a name that was supposed to scare her, maybe would have if it wasn’t the fifth she’d seen since the pit. Nothing stood out beyond that. A newcomer like her, with a newcomer’s record and a newcomer’s reputation. Only she was supposed to be in Friction. Why was this person such a big deal that they had to train her all the four hours over from Tokyo?

Only one way to find out, she guessed with a shrug.

Theme:

Blue Imugi:

The arena was alight the next moment. Deep blue rays spotlighted across the sea of energetic onlookers. The opening drums of the little dragon's theme ricocheted throughout the dome, and not a moment after, Imugi emerged from the gorilla position. From over the collar of her trench coat, her half-lidded eyes and cool gaze kept forward as she descended the ramp with her hands tucked into her pockets. With a quick tuck and roll, the Korean entered the ring and popped up to two feet, giving a slight wave of one hand, then the other to both sides of the crowd as she made her way to the opposite corner. She threw off her coat to one of the officials, then turned on the spot, bouncing from one foot to the other as she watched the entrance. Her debut was fun, but it was also a warning. She had to get at least a little serious.

Yeah, right.

Rosa had this far been disappointed in her start in Tension.  She did debut strongly only to get stuck far outside her comfort zone in some boxing tournament.  Rosa can punch and has pure power but she was never much of a trained, technical boxer unlike the opponent she was set up against.  

Rosa was going to avenge that loss tonight no matter what it took.  She had never heard of Blue Imugi and tonight she wanted to make sure Blue Imugi would never forget Rosa.  

Once her music began to play the large powerhouse appeared to a chorus of loud boos from the crowd.  Undeterred Rosa kept a confident, imposing walk down the ramp as she appeared to be calm.  Once she reached the apron she climbed up into the ring standing dead center with her hands on her hips.  

"I am going to crush you and make my mark here in Friction woman.  Don't take it personally though, I am simply a lady on a mission." Rosa would growl to her for as she waited for the bell.

Crusher, huh? Yeah, that fit.

Imugi had heard plenty about the wide breadth of competition Friction had to offer and why people tended to prefer it over Tension. Hell, she was nearly a shoo-in for the kawaii division herself before someone brought up ‘pillow fight matches’ and the conversation ended abruptly. Still, she could appreciate what the promotion had managed to do. It wasn’t all that different from her idol agency. Every match could be something different, something weird. There was no way of telling who’d come peeking out of that curtain.

Rosa’s nickname, though, gave Imugi all the clues she needed, so the sight that came strolling down the ramp was hardly a surprise. She moved to meet her at the center of the ring, getting an even better look as she approached. Tall, well-built, packed with muscle, she was starting to notice a pattern with these match-ups.

Imugi watched her as she stepped into the ring and made her intentions known, not batting an eyelash at the threat hurled her way. It was nothing new to her, though she had to admit, Rosa was a lot less bashful than people staring her down typically were. Imgui could have been the size of a mouse and that would have made no difference. This woman was a certified destroyer.

Cute.

“Crush. Yeah. Hah. See what you did there.” She brought her hand up and scratched the back of her head, putting the other at her hip. “Nice to meet you, too.” The official called for the bell, letting it ring out not a second after. It was time to rock, but Imugi didn’t move. Not right away. Instead, her lethargic eyes were glued to floor with one curious eyebrow raised before she pointed down at the Crusher’s feet.

“Hey, Rosa? Boots are untied.” In the next instant, Imugi would leap off the floor with two feet curled back, aiming a dropkick straight for Rosa’s stomach. Assuming she landed it clean, she’d kick into the impact and flip backward back onto two feet.

Rosa stood with her hands on her hips, looking silently at Imugi as she spoke trying to trick Rosa. Rosa didn't look down or otherwise move but Imugi moved with blinding speed landing the dropkick! "Oomph!" Rosa grunted as she stumbled back a few steps, straightening herself out as Imugi landed on her feet. Rosa glared at her and shook her head moving froward as quick as she could to close the gap between the women, trying to take Imugi's head off with a clothesline!

Hm. Slow.

Granted, Rosa didn’t exactly look like a speed demon when she first came strolling down into the ring like she owned it, but she’d taken enough bad knocks over the years to not let appearances fool her anymore. She hadn’t met anyone that could keep pace with her yet and it didn’t looked like that was going to change today.

Rosa made a valiant effort, though. Not a moment after she was back on two feet, the Crusher came storming right back at Imugi. Anyone else probably would have been knocked clean flat. But in the split second she had time to react, Imugi dropped into a low lunge, ducking beneath the woman’s arm and shooting a back kick into the back of her knee as she passed, attempting to stumble her at least a little. She’d keep with the momentum either way, rolling forward and popping up to two feet close to the ropes.

This was not going well. Rosa rushed at Imugi as quickly as she could but the little brat managed to duck under her clothesline and smack the back of her knee with a kick! Rosa groaned a bit and stumbled forward, gritting her teeth and hobbling for a few steps before she turned around and saw Imugi near the ropes. Rosa had to slow her down somehow so she decided to take a more cautious approach this time. Moving towards Imugi the bigger woman kept an eye on her waiting until she was within striking distance. Once Rosa was closing to within an arms length she stepped in, trying to swing and catch Imugi with a punch to the abdomen! It wasn't much but she knew she had to get the ball rolling somehow!

Imugi didn’t even have to look to know her kick landed flush. If it wasn’t the growl that Rosa let out, all of that solid weight hitting the floor at once was impossible to miss. Double-edged sword to bulking up like that and all. Real intimidating until you started stumbling like an idiot. But it was weakness Imugi was fine to keep exploiting, and intended to do so after she popped up to two feet, spinning as she rose to face the Latina powerhouse.

Only she wasn’t coming like she had before. The woman took her time on her approach, eyeing the little Korean carefully through her hardened gaze. Imugi raised an eyebrow, scratching the back of her head lightly. Either she lost her nerve or-

Yup. There was the fist. It was almost a natural progression that Imugi noticed quite a lot. When they couldn’t deal with her speed, they went the opposite way and took things slow, like trying to catch a rabbit by not agitating it. Rosa would see how that would work out after she threw her punch, which Imugi would sidestep and let the arm drift past her toned abdomen. Keeping with the momentum, the Korean would turn on the spot and kick off her front leg, leaping into the air to hit Rosa in the side of her face with a back roundhouse kick.

Rosa swung and missed once again. She tried to adjust but once more took a strike from Imugi! Herded snapped to the side and she stumbled over again, reaching up to hold the side of her face in her hand. Rosa was running out of ideas now, as she had failed over and over to even lay a finger on her opponent. Rosa tried to zero in on her again knowing that she wasn't going to do much of anything in this match should the current trend continue.

Rosa backed off and beckoned Imugi at her, hoping that this time if she lay in wait she could try to reverse whatever it was that Imugi was going to try to do to her!

Oh man, she’d almost forgotten how fun this was. Bobbing and weaving, kicking people in the face. It all came as natural to the little Korean as tying her shoes, but she hadn’t been able to do it for so long the energy was starting to feel foreign to her. But it came back to her with that last hit, narrowly avoiding Rosa’s monster fist before sending her back with a solid clap. She was finally getting into this again.

“Toro!” She shouted out the second after her kick landed, coming back to the ground with a light spin on the front of her foot.

To Rosa’s credit, she was at least keeping her cool better than people in her spot tended to be. Usually because they were men. Men with big egos and lots of pride on the line, though the Latina didn’t seem to far off in that department. Imugi was quick to catch the glare in her eye that accompanied that little gesture. This woman was really going to crush her if she got even half a good grip, so it was hardly a surprise for Imugi to see her playing defense now.

Not that she couldn’t work with that. Imugi lunged forward, taking the bull head on by the looks of it. Only at the last second, right at the edge of Rosa’s grip, before she went to duck underneath one of her arms and make a short bunny hop to the ropes behind her. With a well-timed backflip, she’d reach her arm out and attempt to catch the bruiser’s neck and bring her face first into the canvas.

Rosa thought she finally had the little twerp within her reach until Imugi ducked underneath. Rosa tried to turn but felt herself grabbed by the neck and falling forward. She couldn't believe what was happening, her mix of rage and embarrassment sinking in as she fell. The impact jolted her quite a bit as her face was crushed against the canvas leaving Rosa screaming in rage as her hands covered her face after the throbbing impact! She shook her head rolling to her side as she could practically feel the audience laughing at her. She was supposed to be a large, feared woman.... now she felt like a laughing stock!