Jackpot PPV: Title Match: Jinx vs Rebeca Tomko

Match Type: Title Match
Rules:Victory obtain by submission or pinfall.  No Champion Advantage.
Competitors:

Jinx:

Vs

Rebecca Tomko:

With the AFW World Championship belt on her shoulder, Rebecca Tomko forced the top rope down as she stepped over and in to the squared circle just to walk up and give her opponent a better indication of the size difference between the two of them before the crew got their shit together for the sudden, unannounced championship bout. 14 inches of height was a lot on paper, but face to face the feline challenger would have to crane her neck just to see over the amazon's impressive bustline as she stepped ever closer into Jinx's personal space. "Still feeling like this was a good idea?" She asked, smirking down at the smaller fighter.

"The Following contest, is scheduled for one fall and is for the AFW World Championship! The title may change hands via pinfall, submission, referee stoppage, count out or disqualification." The announcer declared as a striped shirt wearing official came dashing down the ramp, trying desperately not to fall on her face before getting into the ring "Introducing the challenger: Weighing in at one hundred and nineteen pounds, she is seven years bad luck for anyone who crosses her path, This Is JINX!"

"And her opponent: Representing the Bullet Club, Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, she is the interim AFW World Champion, the Amazon Enforcer: REBECCA TOMKO!"

Things had gotten just the slightest bit out of hand. The plan had been a simple one, put on a show with a little song and dance at the Friction champion’s expense to stir the pot a bit. It wasn’t so much about actually stealing the title, just a bit of groundwork to position herself into the title picture. Having Adrian actually show up to rebuff her wasn’t in the cards, nor was actually being called on to fight here tonight. Still, had the actual champion or one of her Bullet Club bimbo Jackson sisters stepped up, she had them scouted with a fair share of research prior to coming out here. Rebecca on the other hand?

She knew of her, but not much about her. Her enormous size and impressive physique though gave her a general idea of what she was likely capable of. The “unga-bunga” type to throw their weight around. Hit hard, hit heavy, and move at the speed of molasses. She wouldn’t nail down the stereotype just yet to keep herself from being taken off guard in case this woman just so happened to be some sort of wacky high flying exception to the norm, but it was something to go off of at the very least.

While Rebecca made her way down the ramp, Jinx was left to prepare herself for a fight. She was working at several disadvantages here both in the obvious size difference between them and the less obvious issue of her clothing choice. The restrictive dress attire wasn’t really meant for a high degree of roughhousing but it was going to have to make due tonight. Carefully she worked the hooked backings of her earring out from her lobes, gathering the cat head dice in hand. Next she slipped off her shoes and tugged off her long black dress socks. Toes wiggling on the canvas, she stuffed all the smaller items in a shoe and set them on the far ring steps.

Turning back to the ring, Rebecca was felt before being seen. The vibrations in the ring as her as the big woman stepped over the ring and dropped her weight onto the mat didn’t fail to catch her notice. Putting on a brave face, the dark haired rookie strolled to the center of the ring, putting up a good front of confidence despite the clear and present threat. The feline fighter snorted softly when the amazon closed in, tilting her head to stare up at her with a narrowed gaze. The corner of her lip twitched at Rebecca’s words.

“Hm. I thought you were bigger. Guess there is always room for improvement.” A sly flash of a fanged smirk up at Rebecca, perhaps in a continued effort to make bad choices by poking the bear. Was she delusional? No, just good keeping up a rather convincing front. Jinx had too much pride to really admit she had stepped in way over her head. For all her acting chops though, the sweat beading on her forehead wasn’t something she could just turn off. There was one thing helping her keep it together. The shine coming off the face of Friction’s championship belt. This was the closest she had ever been to gold in her professional career… she had come too far to back down now.

Rebecca's smug smirk turned into a scowl at Jinx's defiance, false bravado or not intimidation was half the battle against the newest and biggest member of the Bullet Club. If you could stand toe-to-toe with the amazon and still be smiling for whatever reason you were half way home and for Jinx that meant she was half way to the AFW title. Unfortunately for the black cat the other half involved actually having to fight over two hundred pounds of muscle. Best of luck with that part.

With the ref barely able to snatch away the championship belt while the two women stared each other down, the bell was rung and the match officially begun with the bigger woman not waiting for the echo to dissipate through the arena before launching her attack. It wasn't much, just trying to force the smaller challenger into a collar and elbow lockup so the Interim champ could start bullying Jinx with her strength, trying to shove and pin her against the ropes.

However brief the moment was, Jinx took the time to admire her own reflection in the polished gold belt. A mirror to her own ambitions not so close at hand. She hadn’t been in AFW long, but her thirst for the top was something she had developed early, even if her means to achieve it had been reduced to taking the less honorable road in most cases. There was no morality issues here though, not when faced with Adrian’s goon. They had already stooped to playing unfairly so anything from here on out… Well, that was just leveling out the playing field.

Her smug smirk faltered with frown tugging at the edges of her lips when the belt was ushered off, leaving her to stare up at the grim reality of the roadblock that stood before her. Deep breath. It was time to focus. A plethora of her bag of tricks wasn’t going to work against someone like Rebecca, especially not with gold on the line, so she had to be smart about this.

Taking a step back… then another once she really understood how large of a side disadvantage she was at, Jinx barely had time to put her hands up when the bell sounded and Rebecca can charging forward. Not enough warning to move, the smaller rookie was forced to lock horns. The pressure of the bigger woman's weight and grip bear down on her was intense, while such power was to be expected, Jinx didn't exactly have a history of fighting folks this far outside of her weight class. There was an attempt to halt the steady momentum driving her backwards but it mostly amounted to a frantic backwards stumble to keep from being brought down to the mat until she was able to really dig in her heels.

Too little too late. Her feet dragged along the canvas, barely managing to slow the big woman’s rush until she found herself pushed against the ropes, the cables digging into her back. Her slender frame shook, trying in vain to fight back but only found her sinking deeper into the ropes.

Oh shit oh shit!

Jinx’s amber eyes, wide and panicked quickly scanned the ring. Where was the referee? Somewhere behind Rebecca. Good, that was good. The feline fighter threw up her hands in mock surrender, lo longer fighting against Rebecca’s hold on her, adopting a looser stance against the ropes. She leaned her head back making what almost sounded like a hissing noise… before thrusting her face forward, spitting up at the large woman’s eye. Not the proudest start, sure… but if she managed to distract Rebecca enough for that, her hope was to slip out of her grasp to the mat and scramble underneath the big woman’s legs back towards the middle on the ring on all fours.

Rebecca was feeling fairly sure of herself as she bullied the smaller catgirl around with relative ease, even the force of the top ring rope pressing back (through Jinx's shoulder blades, admittedly) didn't seem to bother the amazon at all. What was bothering her was the referee slapping her on the back to get the big woman's attention. "Come on! Outta the ropes, am I really gonna have to do a five count for a lock up? Title's on the line here!" The striped shirt wearing official argued at Rebecca's shoulder blades, even audibly flinching when it looked like she was going to turn around and give her a look. Fortunately for the ref girl, Jinx provided a suitable distraction.

On the list of things that no-one should ever do, not for the harm it directly causes but for the sheer sense of wrongness, spitting in someone's eye was damn high on the list. Rebecca was all prepared to slowly lift her hands and give a clean break but challenger had to go and make it personal like this. "Motherfucker!" the amazon roared as she swung blindly, one hand trying to wipe the disgusting gunk off her face while the other tried to swat the person who caused it to be there, but Jinx was long gone. The challenger was quick to sprawl and scurry away from the enraged woman and with good reason, even the ref was running for the hills.

Rebecca hadn’t been the first large woman to get an eyeful of spit from Jinx in her budding career, though the juggernaut was the first time it had happened in competition. The young fighter had done a lot of scratching and clawing to get where she was, and when it came to hanging with bigger and stronger women this sort of bullying wasn’t exactly a new thing to her. When she was less experienced, Jinx may have tried to fight on even footing, letting her pride take center stage, but these days she knew better. Women in the back would sooner step over her battered body than offer a helping hand so it was up to her to stay on top, any means necessary.

Tucking her arms in, she slipped down along the ropes, dropping down to her knees just as a heavy arm gave hooking around to knock her lights out. Not today. It was tempting to gloat, doing so now would be absolute folly. Dipping forward, the feline fighter scrambled through the larger woman’s legs on all fours, stopping to look back at just how distracting the tactic had been. With her back still turned, Rebecca made for an awfully vulnerable target, one worth capitalizing on. Planting her palms to the mat, Jinx leaned her body forward, lowering her upper body down to the mat. With a swift snap of her leg back, the dark haired girl sent her heel stabbing out at the soft joint of the amazon’s knee from behind, trying to hit her thick leg at its weakest point to cause it to buckle.

Should Rebecca falter and drop to a knee, Jinx would quickly push off the canvas, popping herself up. With a hard twist of her slender form, the girl would spin through the air in a small corkscrew, whipping her leg around to try and catch the bigger woman in the back of the head with a whiplashing side kick before landing back on all fours again having spin an entire rotation.

Even if Rebecca managed to get her eyes cleared in time, it wouldn't help her see Jinx's back kick snap straight into her hamstring just as the bigger woman was starting to turn around to really give the feline fighter a piece of her mind. With a grumbling grunt of pain the Amazon Enforcer stumbled down to one knee mid-turn, leaving her to get a good look as the challenger kept her fast pace up with a jump and a twirl, looking to follow up going low with going high. The bigger fighter looked like a sitting duck, and maybe some of the large women Jinx had fought previously were in the same situation, but Rebecca wasn't about to risk a knock-out kick like that while she could still somewhat move.

Wincing as she forced herself forward, Rebecca moved to get her shoulders into the spinning challenger before the kick connected, her shoulders ramming into the fast feline's chest and midsection as she attempted to muscle Jinx into a fireman's carry and start carrying her towards the centre of the ring, 6 feet off the ground. It wasn't the most elegant solution, Jinx's thigh still clashed against the side of her head as she rose up causing the bigger woman to stagger around as she tried to re-affirm her grip on the situation, but it had taken the worst off the blow and now Jinx was firmly in the Amazon's clutches.

While Jinx was no stranger to bringing bigger opponents down to her size, Rebecca was probably the largest woman she had ever fought in what was supposed to be mostly fair fight. Weapons normally had been the tipping point to give the crafty kitten a leg up on the competition before. Now, while it was possible for her to make use of some cheeky tactics, there was a title on the line. She had risked a lot already with her foul use of fluids, further cheating was only viable in the more dire of circumstances. She had the upper hand now though, so it shouldn't be an issue.

"Nyeh!" It had been a graceful kick all things considered. A skillful use of her body to snap momentum into an otherwise inert position. Any real pleasure she might have taken from it was offput by the other woman sudden lunge, be it mindful of clumsy, it had been enough to thrown her devastating scythe of a kick off the mark. Instead of strike delivering skull shattering blow, her leg found itself meatily thudding against raw brawn with a hearty slap. Her golden eyes shot wide in clear surprise, underestimating just how fast the bigger woman had been able to move. Before she knew it, her weight was hefted up off the ground leaving her dangling across the amazonian woman's shoulders.

Kicking wildly in protest, Jinx let out a howling whine. Had she been in her proper ring gear, slipping free would have been a relatively easy thing to do. Here however, her clothes not only limited her open movement, but gave Rebecca something with a bit more grip to hold onto to make the task even more daunting. Unwilling to be carted around the ring for free however, the feline fighter rallied her efforts in a raised arm, thrusting her elbow down at the side of the big woman's head to try and fight her way free with as may strikes as it would take. "Lemme down you oaf!"

Handling Jinx was very much like trying to handle a very aggressive cat when trying to force it to go to the vets. While most people caught in the amazon's clutches would rather brace themselves for the inevitable impact of a six foot drop to the floor (with the possibility of 200lbs of muscle landing on top), the feline fighter was willing to risk falling off and landing head-first on the canvas by struggling and fighting back. Repeated elbows thudded into the side of her head like a concrete drill, the giantess' grip around the smaller challengers pants was abandoned as Rebecca moved to protect her skull from being smacked around to much by the scrappy challenger.

It was up to Jinx how she was going to land as the Interim champ shrugged the challnger off her shoulders, all Rebecca wanted was for her to stop hitting her in the head.