Rekka Aizawa and Bashira Matsumoto vs. Halloween Sonohara - It's Terror Time Again

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The referee hit the mat once. Not much, but it was a good sign. Rekka wasn’t exactly built like a tank, but she wasn’t poorly put together, either. Girl had some decent body going on, was clearly no stranger to the gym, so getting any count on her at all after only two moves was a small accomplishment that Halloween would happily accept.

And then came the two count.

That got Halloween’s blood racing, as much as it possible could in the space of a single second. Was she on the cusp of winning the first half out the gate? It wouldn’t be quick enough to break her record, but it would be damn close, and it would give her enough energy to take on Bashiri...maybe? At the least, it improved her odds.

It was a nice dream, but Rekka had to go and wake her up by not being a total pushover. When the referee stopped counting, Halloween was confused at first, until she looked over and saw the hand on the ropes. ”Puta…”

With a huff, Halloween got up and went back to work, knowing she couldn’t let this window close anymore. She reached over and grabbed Rekka’s hand, yanking it off the ropes, and proceeded to drag her back to the center of the ring before she went back to work. Just to be safe, though, she gave her opponent a couple of kicks to the chest along the way. Keep her pacified.

And out of spite.

"Huh?...Why didn't anyone wake me for chow-time, guys?" Rekka vaguely recalled her time being ostracized in her former biker gang in a swirly-eyed stupor, in particular when they'd tried on several occasions to ditch the fiery redhead by making for the road on their choppers without ever waking her up. She'd be currently recollecting one such occasion as she'd reflectively stretch out one of her hands for what she imagined was the keys for her motorcycle, but was in fact just the bottom rope that she'd scarecely managed to clasp on to in her entirely accidental thwarting of Halloween scoring a second miraculous pinfall.

Rekka did start blinking her way back into the real world before she suddenly started feeling her arm being yanked along by her wrist, her feet peddling somewhat against the canvas as she remembered where she was, what was going on, and how much she despised the person who currently had her grubby mitts on her. "You stup-ERG, just wait till I get my hands on-OWOWOW!!!" Rekka flopped and floundered like a fish on the deck of a boat from being stamped down upon by the irate Halloween enthusiast. The referee needing to interject not only for Rekka's sake, but because H.W. never technically broke herself away from her foe after the rope break. Allowing a frazzled biker girl to begin lethargically shuffling up to her hands and knees as the ref got between them.

”Back off, Yuki!” The referee made her demands clear as she stepped between them. ”Give her some space after the break!”

Halloween was annoyed by the interruption, but she did as told, taking a couple of steps away and giving Rekka the breathing room she clearly craved. She huffed, hands on hips, and sighed - it was to be expected, really. This wasn’t Mexico, wasn’t her old ring, and the referee’s in Japan tended to be stricter than the ones back home. More formal. Paid closer attention. Just meant she had to be smarter about things, that was all.

When the referee finally backed off, Halloween kept her position and bent over, hands on her knees, whistling as she shook her hips from side to side. ”Phew! Puta!” She wagged a finger Rekka’s way and winked. ”You already gassed? We just started, tater tot. Sure you don’t want to sit this one out, let your big buddy do the real work while you take a powder? Huh?”

Rekka blamed the two-bit officiating in this backwater league for not getting her a proper rope break and instead showing preferential treatment towards this twin-tailed cavity enthusiast. Only some semblance of fairness was being practiced once H.W. was being ushered back, which allowed Rekka the opportunity to start soldiering up to her feet once again, one arm shielding the side of her abdomen where Halloween kept stamping and stomping down upon and sporting a spiteful grimace.

Although Rekka's eyes began darting between something behind Halloween and her adversary herself, the red-head brandishing a devilish smirk in an obvious foreshadowing of danger behind Hallow. "Aw yeah?!...Hmm, maybe I will let her rough your ass up..." Rekka wincing seemingly right before Bashira was going to strike H.W. from behind...except upon turning around, Bash would only be seen wiping some chocolate off of her mouth with a napkin. Still at the trick-or-treat candy table and not paying attention to the match, but would still serve as a distraction for Rekka to attempt one cockbacked haymaker right to H.W.'s face when she turns her attention back towards the ring.

Okay, taunt time was over. It was time for Halloween to get back to business - namely, the business of whipping Rekka’s flat butt, flat abs, and flat chest frm pillar to post. A business she was thoroughly enjoying by the way.

Eager to pick business back up, she moved in as the referee gave her clearance, only to stop for half a second when her opponent spoke. Something about the look in her eyes, what she said, the way she was staring past her to the woman-mountain hanging outside of the ring...no, she didn’t like it.

But it might’ve been a trick.

But it might not have been a trick.

Look.

Don’t look.

...she looked.

And, damn it, Bashira was still busy terrorizing every candy bar in the area, and had no more thought to Halloween than the chocolate stain on the right side of her mouth. ”Meirda.”

Sure enough, Halloween was greater with a punch to the face the instant she turned around, clocking her square on the face. The blow made an audible crack ring throughout the arena, and left her staring at the lights for one, two, three whole seconds. Then gravity got the better of her and she fell, flat on her back, right in the middle of the ring, arms and legs splayed and a blank look across her features.

HA!!! Deceit and trickery win the day once again~...Rekka having played her role masterfully by outwitting this holiday-themed spaz in a crafty bit of duplicity, and Bashira having played her role excellently too!!! The rotund behemoth continuing to do just that as she payed precisely zero interest in what was going on in the actual match, but having nonetheless served as a perfect distraction twice now. And all without knowing any of it. But what she was learning was just how deliciously scrumptious Japanese snackfoods were, tasteful delights everywhere to be seen...but to Rekka, nothing was sweeter than making Halloweenie suck fist.

"Ohhhh, Looks like you just got knocked the fuck out, ya little Spanish fly!!! Wha kinda simpleton falls for one of the oldest tricks in the book, anyway??!!" Rekka gleefully smack-talked down at her splayed out adverdsary, stepping over her midsection and neglecting to remember that she herself fell for the same rouse three minutes ago. The spiteful brawler pie-faced HW for added disrespect before tugging on Halloween's arm to twist her over. Rekka than settling that aforementioned butt of hers on the small of HW's spine and hooking her arms over Rek's knees before cupping her chin as she settles into her Rough Rider submission...which is just a normal camel clutch, but with a cooler name.

It wasn’t so much the punch that hurt - Halloween had taken harder punches, way[/i harder than anything Rekka could ever put out, and still managed to get her way back up. Pain, she could hang with. No, what really had her floored was just the embarrassment of it all. She’d let Rekka get the better of her. [i]Rekka. They’d only just met, and she could already tell how shameful of a situation that was.

But it was one she would rectify. Soon.

She just didn’t know how yet.

It would come to her, though, and she’d have some time to suss it out, because Rekka was taking the reigns for the moment, it seemed. The rowdy redhead came off, planted her stinky hand in Halloween’s face, and rolled her over on her chest, clearly setting up for something. She tried to crawl away, make some progress to the ropes, but her opponent dropped down on her back, pinned her down, and…

Huh. A camel clutch.

It hurt, of course. Halloween was a flexible sort, but that didn’t make her immune from the pain this move could generate, as her spine was stretched and compressed. ”A camel clutch? That’s...that’s what you go for?” Through the grunts and groans, Halloween managed a half laugh. ”So friggin’ original, nice.”

Hackneyed though it was, Rekka was a staunch believer in the overused quote that "Revenge is a dish best served cold". Having to wait this long before finally scrounging up some offense against her twin-tailed nemesis only made the moment all the sweeter, maybe even sweeter than all those candied treats Bashira was still scarfing down on with reckless abandon. Except that Rekka was practically a connoisseur when it came to serving up her malicious vengeance, and nothing complimented that dish better than a scrumptious knuckle sandwich that laid out the Halloweenie for some neck-cranking misery.

"Tch, still the freaking smartass, eh? Ya know what? Yer right though. Whatsay we get a little more creative than?" Rekka snarled with her hands still cupping HW's chin, but with her backside scooting upward to further torque Hallow's spine backward and test out her adversaries flexibility. "Nah...that's too boring for ya, right? Still, ya look like a real pathetic loser getting strung up like this. Here, lemme help with that~..." Getting nosehooked until Halloween had a pig snout would be Rekka's idea of "helping", piling on the shame even moreso until an admonishing referee compelled Rekka to drop the submission entirely after a five count with Rek standing over her.

Ugh. Just had to say something, didn’t you, Yuki Couldn’t let Reiko just put you in a basic bitch camel clutch, no, you had to goad her, taunt her, and now look at you.

Halloween was quite flexible, as it turned out, but she wasn’t Cirque du Soleil level. That meant that, while she could take this better than most and bend fairly far back, this was still far from a comfortable position, straining her spine every inch of the way. The worst of it, though, had to be when Rekka stuck her grimy fingers in her nose, testing the limits of her nostrils and leaving her to flail about in the hold. Not just painful, not just embarrassing, but so damned annoying.

The good part of it, though, was that it meant that she could only maintain the hold for so long before the referee made her let go, which meant that Halloween didn't have to make a mad crawl to the ropes for release. For now, though, she was still in a bad position, something she had to fix in a hurry. She planted her palms on the canvas and pushed her way up, making her way up to one weary foot.

Rekka's one and only regret about this entire situation was simply that she couldn't be in the audience to bear witness to her own handiwork at the moment. Halloween getting her spine torqued with an added nose-hook for tacked on humiliation was assuredly a freaking hilarious sight to behold, and one that Rekka made doubly sure to perform right in front of the cameraman at ringside. Hopefully an assurance that Rekka could go back rewatch this match back in the serene confines of her home with repeat viewings of Hallowuss looking like a stretched out goober getting her ass straight up handed to her.

"Guess that makes you my basic bitch now, doesn't it?" Rekka obnoxiously gloated over the splayed out H.W. while leaning over her with her balled fists propped upon her hips, afterward stepping onto her twin-tailed adversary to flex a bicep in a pose broken up the referee's insistence on a breakup between the pair. For now begrudgingly adhering to the officials rules with her hands innocently tossed up and allowing the Halloweenie all the time in her world to compose herself...which to the Little Hellion lasted only about three seconds. Right before she came sprinting over to hike up one of her legs and attempt to savagely stomp down on one of the hands H.W. had planted onto the canvas.