Rekka Aizawa vs. North Star - Fire In The Sky

Match Type: Hardcore Match
Win Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout.
Location: Seaside Loading Dock

Hauling ass with recklessly swerving abandon down a freshly paved freeway to the cacophonous throttling of her Harley Davidson motorcycle was just the right atmospheric touch to put Rekka in the perfect mood for what was about to go down tonight. The stars aligned in Rekka's favor and she'd finally been given the go ahead by those upper management chumps in the penguin suits to wreck all types of cathartic havoc on one of those aforementioned stars...one of the northern variety, apparently. She'd stifled her laughter with a snorting guffaw after being retold the name of her first ever opponent, but as friggin hilarious as that was, Rekka was not about to laugh at finally being pulled off the bench and put into some goddamn action already. The smoldering fire of her rebellious soul needing to be emblazoned once more by feeding some rookie kindling to it, and some bubble-headed, starry-eyed, J-pop princess had all the makings of a perfect punching bag for Rekka to get all fired up against. All those biker gangs who'd given her the boot were going to see firsthand the level of outright savagery she could dish out, and regret ever kicking her to the curb with nothing more than a boot on her ass and her torn up membership card. Speaking of curbs though, Rekka was just now leaving the highway before jumping the curb to drive down to the match's location down by Ōsanbashi Pier. The Little Hellion riding up to some cars parked in a circle, turned off her engine, unseated herself...

Rekka Aizawa:

...and began to precariously trip over with the motorcycle teetering to the sides as well before somehow managing to catch herself and her ride before it slammed to the ground!!! Rekka scrambled to steady her chopper upright again before scanning her surroundings to make sure none of the AFW camera crew caught that aura shattering bit of clumsiness. It was her own fault for spending so much dough on a motorcycle she'd clearly have trouble managing due to it's size...but she didn't care. She wasn't about to be seen driving one of those Vespa motor scooters the sales guy suggested was more her size. What the hell kinda rebellious message does that send? She'd be the laughing stock of the federation!!! So with a throat clearing cough, Rekka flicked down the kickstand of her HARLEY DAVIDSON MOTORCYCLE...and proceeded to stride towards the circled area all the parked cars were facing. She'd make sure to pop up the collars of her vest with a nibbling teeth grit on her toothpick, loving the smell of axle grease and sea-salt in the air. Smelt like victory. A silver chain link roped around her shoulder for her own personal touch on tonight's events...but it wasn't gonna be of much use without the other girl. Hmm...looks like she was the first to arrive tonight. Figures. She'd be scared to fight herself too. So Rekka opted to seat herself atop the hood one of the cars...scanning around for where this tardy popstar was already.

New venture, new opportunities.

There had been little opposition to Aya Minato's sudden proclamation to thrust herself in the competitive environment of wrestling. Her agency was use to the spontaneous pursuits she'd explore. In most cases, she grew bored or frustrated with what she had to do but sometimes she found something she'd love to for... for a little while at least.

There was no doubt that singing and music was what she was called to do in life but reserving herself to just that was troubling, boring even. How could she become inspired with fresh material if she never explored anything outside of just music? Her music would feel all same-y and that was so boring to think about. There were those that would tell her that having the same music would be fine since what she made was a hit but the thought of another upbeat, cheery album would honestly drain any enthusiasm she had for music. It would be a job and not a passion. Enter one night of bored television viewing to discover Japan's female wrestling league. It was fast, loud, and exciting from first watch and something about the soul of the experience had really pulled the popstar in. Her next album was destined to capture that soul.

She had to get involved somehow and jumped at the first opportunity. A bit of pitching back and forth and her agency offered Aya several choices for her first match but it had to be something different. That's why in spite of the standard matches, she went straight for the challenge of some outdoor "hardcore" match. It sounded gritty, exciting, and something quite unlike anything she had experienced before. Even sweeter was someone that her opponent sounded different as well. Some biker girl that fit the aesthetic of the match. It was perfect and already the first impressions for a new album would be forming something so... new.

Aya's private van had finally arrived into the dockyards and everything seemed to be falling into place. Her chosen wrestler's name, North Star, was supposed to invoke the feeling of shining bright, guiding others to push themselves and for herself, exploration into something new. When the van pulled around to the sectioned off area, North Star flung open the door and jumped out of the car before it came to a complete stop. She flourished her arms as if making a grand entrance, her purple cape flapping slightly in the wind like some grand hero.

"Ta~daa~! Well it would be an entrance if there was a crowd but this is so much more unique with pretty much just the two of us, huh?" She glanced over speaking at her opponent for the match but was intended to be rhetorical yet still inviting anyway.

Stepping into the cordoned enclosure, Aya unclasped her cape through the heart pendant that held it together and tossed it aside. She reached up and stretched herself out eyeing her opponent, "So this is my first match and I can't wait to see what wrestling is like. Hopefully you're a good opponent because this would be boring otherwise~" She winked and stuck her tongue out. It didn't matter if she wasn't quite sure how to wrestle yet. It was going to come to her fast, she imagined.

*...tch...the hell is this floozy, anyway? Don't she know punctuality is the politeness of kings?...* Rekka let loose some of her deeply hidden book-smarts with a thuggish scowl as she perused the predictably dismal surroundings of a seaside loading dock bereft of any lingering overworked schlubs. Blanketed in pitch darkness aside from whatever fleeting patches of luminescence the flickering street lights could grant the pot-holed littered concrete, unmanned forklifts, and stacks upon stacks of wooden pallets. Rekka felt right at home amidst the dingy grime and foreboding darkness of their industrial meeting grounds...she just hoped that she wasn't gonna come across any friggin rats. Especially those foot long N.Y. sewer rat types. Those things freak her the fuck out. Rekka has had to excuse away her terrified girlish screams to her old biker pals on more than one occasion whenever a jumbo rat crossed their paths. There beady little eyes and-*shivers*-Rekka would rather not think about it, especially not when the star attraction was just now beginning to roll up.

The little hellion hopping down from her perch and folding her arms in glowering and judgmental disapproval of all she was seeing unfold before her burgundy eyes. Some kinda...dolled up, sugary sweet, beauty pageant reject rolling up on her and looking more like some J-POP princess than a legit threat to her own baddassery. Rekka had to damn near squint from all of the sun-shiny radiance emanating from this chick, not to mention the liberal usage of bright pink in that dainty getup of hers. North couldn't have stood in greater contrast to her surroundings or Rekka herself if she tried, and than she went and mentioned that this was her first actual tussle...OH...Rekka must have done something good in a previous life. Can't imagine what that could have been though.

"Hmm...first match ever ya say? Well don't that beat all." Rekka sneered while spitting out her toothpick to the side, than strolling up to North with her hands firmly affixed in her pockets with a slouching posture. "Well...I don't wanna brag, but this is my 49th-NO...59TH match in AFW. I'm a genuine, bonafide, hardcore legend round these parts. Heh, but don't you worry your pretty little head. I'll show you ALL the ropes, and before the night is done, you'll see what wrestling is exactly like...Alright, let's do this thing. Good luck~..." Rekka smiled wide and brought up her right hand for an amicable high-five between friends...too bad it'd be followed up by Rekka clocking North right in the jaw from her other hand in a blatantly under-handed Sucker Punch!!!

Who was her opponent even? Judging by appearances, it looked like someone who liked to dress as a boy with the decked out flame trim. Someone that liked to play with those little cars on a track and while aspiring to actually driving, secretly didn't want to do anything dangerous. I mean, Rekka was here after all. Then again, maybe everyone didn't design their own outfits. If there was anything North could have done, she'd probably make Rekka cuter than boyish.

"Oh you are hardcore legend, huh?" North nodded seemingly impressed but she didn't know what that meant. Was almost 60 matches impressive? She didn't have one of those cute belts so she wasn't a champion but she could have been maybe. Although it was promising to hear that her opponent had plenty of experience. With a victory here, that meant the popstar fighter could just go ahead and skip ahead to being an experienced wrestler after one match. This was, after all, a learning process and even now, she had no idea exactly what to do. However, leeching off of seeing and studying how someone actually wrestles would be quite instructive and likely advice the protegee by kilometers at a time rather than the few meters she'd get by actual self study. That was the thought anyway.

"Yes! Good luck to you as well!" She raised her gloved and eagerly slapped her opponent's. That was a nice gesture... Suddenly her head snapped to the right as something boxy connected with the left side of her face. Wide-eyed, she'd stumble to her right, half turning to put her back to her opponent. Her stagger lead to her dropping onto one knee as she covered her cheek with one hand. It just now occurred to her that was the first time she had ever been punched and for the first one, that hurt!

"Owowow! That wasn't very nice of you!" North Star complained as she rubbed her cheek. If that was how wrestling would normally go, no wonder this stuff wasn't very inviting but good to know for her next match. Now, hopefully she could get a minute to here to get better. She thought there would be no need for Rekka to be aggressive with North already down like this.

From the looks of things, it seemed like this daft J-POP starlet was actually buying into whatever Rekka was selling!!! All that malarkey about Rekka being a hardcore legend whose been in near sixty ferocious beat-downs during her renowned and extensive AFW career. *...PFFT!!! What a rube!!!...* Rekka internalized her astonishment at how much of a sugary sweet sucker this ditzy blonde was, the little hellion struggling to keep up her posturing charade any longer after seeing how unabashedly naive this North person was. She reckoned it partially had to with how convincing Rekka was in weaving her fabrications at this point. Not a day going by in her previous biker gangs that she didn't go on at least one bloviating tangent either about how much beer she could knock back, how many years she's done in the joint, or how she'd taken on an entire street gang of hardened thugs that one time. The numbers being exaggerated each and every time she'd told her stories...but it looks like Rekka still has the story-telling touch given how masterful her sucker punch went down.

"Ohhhh...Sorry about that, Sunshine. I guess my hand slipped there for a minute...but don't tell me you're all shook up from a little lovetap like that?~..." Rekka snarked while shaking the hand she walloped North with, playing off the whole thing like a big misunderstanding to see if this prissy popstar would continue being such a gullible dimwit. But damn did cracking this starlet in the jaw feel satisfying, like swatting a mushy marshmallow decked out in glittery make-up who'd never taken a real punch in her entire glamorously glitzy life. "Hey now, ya can't blame me for you not being able to take a punch worth a damn. But alright here, lemme help ya up~..." Rekka continued with the nice-girl act as she approached the hobbled popstar and gingerly helped her up to her feet by tugging on her arm...before abrasively latching on a squeezing side headlock on North for a smushed faceful of Rekka's sideboob. One not applied for too long as the hellion dragged North to the nearest car and started repeatedly banging her head into the hood of the car before mercifully releasing her.

North may have been naïve about it at the start but she wasn't gullible enough to believe that tone of concern now. Still, it felt only natural for her to respond even though she knew it wasn't sincere. "Yea... no, I'm fine." She sneered obviously a bit salty after that initial taunt.

"No but thanks though." Again she was somewhat polite (though sounding annoyed) at the offer to be helped up but she did little to help herself before her opponent seized her into a headlock! "H-hey come on! I'm not ready!" She'd complain but not really sure what else to do as she was dragged over to to somewhere she wasn't quite paying attention to.

It was enough to focus on the discomfort of the headlock but now when she was pulled away, she could see and understand for a brief moment where her head was being flung into.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

North's skull caused the thin hood to reverberate in sound from the blunt force trauma that was occurring. Although this was all new to her, her head bouncing off the hood of a car had to be the moment she wondered 'What the hell am I doing here?'

It honestly took a moment to realize she had been released at someone point and was now bent over laying across the hood of the car, her hands gripping tightly from instinct onto the ledge of the hood to keep herself from sliding off. Her head spun as she groaned softly in her daze. Finally she was coming too a little, enough for one of her gloved hands to slide down the hood of the car and gingerly rub her forehead.

"Okay.... ow..." She found herself muttering in disbelief as she slowly started to push herself up to balance on both of her feet.

*I've been working on the railroad~...All the live-long day~...* Rekka couldn't help but start reciting a little rhythmic diddy inside her head while gleefully introducing that J-popstar's puddum right into the metal hood of some random jalopy AFW had in storage for occasions just like this one. It probably didn't need to be said why the company doesn't ask employees to volunteer their own cars for segments like these, not when the caved in dent on it's hood answered the question for you. Rekka's humming tune being quite appropriate considering it usually accompanied images of people hammering on something with immense satisfaction, the Little Hellion continuing her grueling manual labor until opting to release North with a sneering smirk. She raised up her open-palmed hands and started clapping them together up and down as if smacking off any lingering dirt after a job well done.

"Whoopsie Daisy~...My mistake, I thought you said were ready. But hey, I gotta say, you're looking pretty damn badass right now. Ya took getting yer face pancaked into a car like a real champ~..." Rekka offered North a sarcastic thumbs up as she continued her goody two shoes act for just a little while longer, or at least for as long as she could suppress her gut busting laughter from how much of star-studded simpleton North was. Rekka clambering up to kneel beside her groaning adversary and than picked her head up by tugging on her flowing locks. "Uh-oh...looks like ya missed a spot there, Superstar~..." Rekka sneered right in her prissy face while pointing down at the hood, before slamming her into it once more. She was about to slide down off the car herself until she'd noticed North's smooth skinned bare back. The Hellion flipping over while digging her nails into the top of North's shoulders from behind before skipping backward and applying one hellacious and deeply embedded back-rake to the poor popstar.

North Star was beginning to think Rekka wasn't being genuine with her kindness at all. It might have been from her head still spinning but surely she wasn't concerned for North's well being if she was willing to grab her hair and lift her. Doubly so to be slammed back down onto the car's hood again!

Yep. The popstar was definitely coming away with a headache after all this and she definitely hated getting those. That confirmed that Rekka was just a horrible person. Of course that was before this next move.

Nails dug into North's back and she could have sworn she was being ripped apart. "Aaauhuuh!" The pain of that rake prompted the popstar to lift her head off the car and cry out in agony. She even clenched both hands onto the car windshield wipers and lifted her feet as a reflex. Okay, now Rekka was a vile person.

Still though, North clung to the car's hood withering a bit as she uttered another pained groan before finally making her protest known. "You're pretty mean..." She whined finding this whole affair quite overbearing right now.

Believe it or not, this prissy pop-star oughta be thanking Rekka right about now. Out of the kindness of her blackened heart, the Little Hellion was offering to provide North Star a free crash course in fighting dirty for AFW. Now this pixie puke will be accustomed to any hardcore wrestler's tactics the next time she steps up to her next match...although if Rekka has any say in the matter, she'll make it so that North Star will never wanna entertain the idea of wrestling ever again. So than you might ask, what good would lessons about dealing with hardcore wrestler's be for her than? And to that, Rekka would say..."...Sh-Shaddup!!!" and probably kick you in the shin as hard as she can with thick toed boots before scurrying off like the scrappy little scamp she is.

Rekka polished her nails against her outfit with a snarky smirk as North star figured out what it was like being a scratching post, claw marks trailing down the pop-star's no longer pristine skin as the hellion traipsed over to the side of the car to clamp her hands onto North's weirdly colored hair. She'd tug her off of the hood of the car now brandishing a dent the size of her head on top of it. "...*tch*...Uh, DUH...yer just figuring this out now, ya pop-tart? All those hair chemicals musta went to yer brain. C'mere, gonna have me some fun breakin in my new phillie~..." Rekka sneered wickedly before shoving North down to the graveled floor dampened somewhat from puddles before straddling North's middle back. Rek wiggling her tush atop her soft seat just to rub it in before hooking both of the idol's arms atop her thighs, and then interlocking her fingers underneath North's chin for a maliciously applied camel clutch.

Recognizing her opponent's true intent was one thing, acting was entirely different. If she had any prior knowledge then maybe that sucker punch would have never happened. Maybe North might have known to not just sit there after one blow. Then again, that wasn't her fault she didn't know what it was like getting hit. It hurt!

Speaking of anytime those grubby punk's fingers tangled into her artificially colored hair, it felt quite impossible to do anything. This time as the popstar attempted to just break way. Her hands had even reached back and swatted at Rekka's arms wildly. "Owowow! Stop grabbing my hair!" She whined. It was an attempt, at least, but one that never got a chance as she was rudely pushed to the ground thereafter.

It was an awkward fall, nothing with any sort of harmful impact but North did make a splash as she landed. An oily pool of water had hung around a shallow recess in the concrete made for a major annoyance to one who was always so clean. She wanted to get out and wipe whatever it was she fell into out of instinct but Rekka had other plans it seemed. The redhead situating onto her backside plunged her right back in.

So bothersome but that was going to be such a minor issue as North found her arms suspended and then oh so casually lifted into by her chin to bend backwards! "Mmph..." She grunted finding the point where there was discomfort.