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

Halloween would give Rekka credit, the girl was stubborn.

Irritating, stupid, smelly, nasty, with dumb hair and outfit that screamed ‘Trying Too Hard’ like it had a damn loudspeaker, but stubborn.

She’d seen plenty of guys and gals put in this move, and most of the time, if the ropes weren’t within immediate grabbing distance, they just gave up, cold turkey. Not her, not Rekka. The little punkette that could just kept on keeping on, defiant till the end. For a second, Halloween thought she might give up, saw that hand rising, looking ready to surrender...but nope. She just balled it into a fist and continued with her crawl, heading towards the ropes at snail pace. It might’ve been inspiring, if this wasn’t the same bitch who’d fishhooked her nose a few minutes ago.

But she was getting there. Closer. Closer. Almost there…

...and then Halloween stood up with Rekka’s leg still trapped in her armpits, dragged her back to the center of the ring, and dropped down again to relock the hold, erasing all of her progress. Mean? Yeah. She was in that kind of mood.

”Will! You! Just! Give! Up!”

In a small way, Halloween had to applaud Rekka’s tenacity. She could kind of relate, really. She’d been in similar straits before, being bent in half by some chick - and on the rare occasion, dude - who was damn near twice her size, ragdolling her about the ring, trying to get a submission out of a tiny upstart. She knew what it was like to be on the receiving end, fighting the desire to give in, even when you knew it was hopeless.

That modicum of respect was overshadowd by the sheer annoyance she was feeling, however. She wrenched the hold, fought for it, but her foe just kept on keeping on. Making her waste more time and, most importantly, energy - energy that would be better spent on the She-Mountain she had to face next. ”Stop squirming and just-”

Her protests were ignored and met with defiance once more, this time physical, as those same mitts crossed her face and gave them a hard raking. Halloween shrieked with a mixture of rage, pain, and sheer irritation, as she reacted in the predictable way - breaking the hold and flopped to the side. She wanted to give Rekka a parting gift for their time together, though, and shot her leg out to the side, trying to give her opponent a swift boot in her side.

Well, the kick landed, that was nice. Hitting Rekka with that parting blow was a small bit of satisfaction. Not much to chew on, but with the crap going on with her face at the moment? She’d take it.

It was more frustrating than anything, knowing she had the goods to take down this little punkette but being unable to seal the deal. It hard to tell if she was resilient or if she was just too dumb to know when to go down, but either way, it was starting to became a true nuisance. If submitting her wouldn’t work, she’d just have to fall back on the traditional way to win a match: Sheer blunt force trauma until your opponent can’t get up for three straight seconds.

Halloween started to sit up, expecting to put that plan into motion, when she opened her bleary eyes and realized exactly where Rekka was at the moment. She looked up in time to see the woman collapsing like a felled tree, in time to anticipate exactly where she was going to land...but not soon enough to do a damn thing about it. Down she went, bringing her big, red, stupid head between her legs.

”Fuck!”

Yeah, that one word summed up her feelings on the matter. Halloween squawked and rolled over to her chest after the impact, kicking her feet about while she reached between her legs and caressed the aching area. Just when she thought Rekka couldn’t be anymore of a pain in the ass…

So, the next few seconds of Halloween’s life kind of sucked.

It was bad enough that she’d have a coconut rammed into her crotch. That was painful by itself, this agonizing ache that was spreading throughout her loins. As much as it hurt, it brought with it some embarrassment, too, for all the obvious reasons. Not exactly the way Halloween wanted to go in her efforts to be taken as a serious competitor.

But then Rekka had to be, well, Rekka, and started piling on the insults. People had been yanking on Halloween’s ponytails since the third grade, it always ticked her off something fierce, and nothing had changed now that she was an adult. Add in all the slaps and the insults to her face, and she was a seething, heated mess by the time Rekka hauled her up.

But the good thing about all that? It made her mad. With anger came clarity. With clarity came an idea.

When Rekka lifted her, Halloween jumped along with the lift, giving it a bit more power than her opponent was expecting. Enough for her to swing over her shoulder and come over behind her, using her small size to an advantage. She wrapped her arm around the neck as she passed, opened her legs to capture the waist, and tried to put Rekka into a rear-naked choke from behind - her finisher, Lights Out.

Being small had a lot of disadvantages - not being able to get stuff on high shelves, not being able to ride certain roller coasters, constantly having to show ID when she wanted to buy alcohol or watch an R-rated movie - but it had some advantages that people didn’t often consider. Halloween didn’t hit her head on things all that much. She could fit into tiny spaces easier. She could get away with paying children prices for tickets most of the time.

Oh, and her limbs were small enough to easily squeeze a person’s neck. A fact that Rekka was learning at the moment.

”Nap time, chica.” She clamped down tight on the redhead’s throat, forming a noose with her arms. She wasn’t all that strong, but it really didn’t take much pressure to do the deed with a properly applied rear-naked choke, and hers was on point. The punkette put up a fight, but in the end…

Yup. Out like a light.

Halloween leaped up and pumped her fist in the air as the crowd cheered and the bell rang, feeling the exhilaration of a win course through her system, basking in the glory...only for it to be shortlived. Why was the referee still up like there was a match going? Why wasn’t her music playing?

...crap. Bashira. Almost forgot that she still had a 300-something pound problem to deal with. So, at this point, Halloween had one of two options: She could either wait for this gorilla of a woman to get into the ring and start the second round proper, or she could bring the fight to her and take the initiative.

Fortune favors the bold, right?

She took a couple of quick breaths to psyche herself up, then went into a hard run towards the corner and scaled up the turnbuckle in two leaps, effortlessly making her way up the pads. With no fear, she took aimed and leaped off the turnbuckle towards the outside of the ring, armed cocked back, flying towards her with an aerial elbow strike, hoping to catch her off guard before she even knew what was going on.