Amelia Price Vs. Shinobu Echigo - Schoolhouse Rock

"And here you are~..."

"Huh? What's this?"

"That, my good stagehand, is a comprehensive list of each and every regulatory infraction within AFW that persist to this very day. From pH balance of the water fountains being off measurement by .02 percent, to the predatorial threat presented from flickering street lights in the building's parking lot in sub-basement J. Egregious lapses, one and all, in basic adherence to citywide mandated regulations. Now the General Manager...'s assistant secretary, told me that if enough employees signed this petition I have here, he would assign a sub-committee to look into each and every-EH?" Shinobu gawked after opening her eyes from the blank space before her where the stagehand used to be. A peering probe down the hallway revealed the worker to be turning the corner before disappearing entirely, Shin snapping her fingers from what she felt was a surefire petition signer before her match tonight. One which the producer in the nearby gorilla position bellowed for her to come be ready for once her it was her cue. Her petition being placed on a moving crate along with her flyers and replaced with her trademark Kendo Stick on her vibrant jaunt to get back to business.

Shinobu~...:

A twin stream of pyrotechnics blasted into the air to the booming ballad of Shinobu's theme song, emboldened with a steadfast sense of iron-willed conviction as she boldly marched outward to a decent pop from the audience. Shinobu, clad in her form-fitting white singlet beneath her white trenchcoat with blue linings and regulation wrestling boots, proudly stood atop the ramp and set about making some dramatic poses with air-swiping kendo stick strikes to showcase her expertise with the weapon in question. Afterwards she would lackadaisically situate the wooden sword across her shoulders and behind her neck before slinging both of her arms over her training weapon. A mixed bag, though her AFW career had become up until this point, Shin still took pride in being given the opportunity to compete on a stage as grandiose as this. Surely it meant that the executives and assorted higher-ups saw some sliver of potential in her despite the losses she'd endured...and once learning whom she'd been matched up against tonight, she was beginning to catch on to what the head honchos gameplan was with her. But for now the law abiding Wrestle Angel would go striding down the ramp before grabbing hold of her kendo stick and hopping up the steel steps. Entering through the ropes and pointing her kendo stick at the hard camera in the audience for dramatic effect before navigating her way towards her corner turnbuckle. Shin placing her weapon on the floor while eyeing the top of the ramp eagerly.

AMELIA... WUZ... HERE. The rambunctious teenager took a few steps back to admire her handiwork. It was hardly anything special, just some chicken scratch etched into the one of the walls of the backstage lockeroom Nothing more than a little token of her debut, something she could later look back on with a grin. She tapped the tip of the switchblade she used to make the carving against her chin, her head slightly tilted as she observed the new engraving. "Too plain, needs a little more BANG!" Amelia muttered to herself. A smile returned to her face as she took the blade back in hand and added onto her artwork. ...BITCHES! Perfect.

And just in time too. Soon enough her entrance theme was blaring outside, signaling her turn at an explosive entrance. She tosses the blade into her locker before making her way out the door and stopped just short of the entrance curtain. She quickly popped in a stick of bubble gum and began chewing aggressively. She blew a few bubbles until a satisfyingly large when appeared before finally throwing the curtains aside and barging down the ramp to glaring lights and welcoming cheers. She was a rookie after all, so she expected a warm welcome from the audience, but she doubted such a warm reception would last more than a few minutes. She had a feeling the crowd wasn't going like what Amelia had in store for her opponent tonight.

Nevertheless she continued to make her way down the ramp, walking with an ever-so confident strut along with a menacing grin across her face. She spotted a fan seated along the bleachers just overlooking the entrance ramp, frantically waving a Shinobu sign as she continued along her entrance. She scowled at the sight and made her way up tot he fan, grabbing the cardboard sign and smashing against her knee. "Not near my entrance, got it bozo!?" The fan looked stun, as did the rest of the crowd. It wasn't long before the cheers were slowly replaced with boos as Amelia finally neared ringside. Much better.

She popped her body through the middle ropes and made her way directly to her opponent's corner. She eyed the woman from head to toe. She was of similar build and height, nothing Amelia couldn't take of. She took a few more steps forward until she was within a few inches of her opponent's face, still chewing her gum with an open mouth and with deliberate smacking noises. "Whatsup bitch!? I'm Amelia, and you better remember that while you're being wheeled out of here on a stretcher!" Spittle flew out of Amelia's mouth as she practically screamed the threat, eager to make a daunting first impression on tonight's opponent.

A rule-abiding paragon of righteousness and mannerly civility~...is what Shinobu figured that upper management must think of her if she seems to become constantly matched up against wrestlers like rambunctiously kittenish pranksters and sociopathic harlequins. Why does she seem to get matched up against individuals who seem directly contradict all of her wholesome core tenets? It took Shinobu some time to piece everything all together, but she finally figured out that it must al bel an attempt at rehabilitating them and having them become reformed into upstanding citizens, of course!!! Only a shining example of honorbound respectability like her could have a ghost of a chance at reintegrating these poor women into polite society~...not that Shinobu has had much success in that respective mission of hers. In fact she rather wished that management informed her of their intentions in the first place rather than have her sleuth everything out herself.

Still, Shinobu was resolute in her newfound sense of purpose when it came to her wrestling career. It's what caused her to have a little extra pep in her step today as she traveled down the ramp and took her respective position in a corner turnbuckle, the Steel Defense bobbing side to side with a peppy smile on her face as she eagerly awaited the entrance of just whom she'd be pitted against tonight. So far only knowing that she was a rookie and was regarded as something of a little mischief-maker back in her carefree high-school days. Nothing that Shin seemed to concern herself too much with until finally her red-headed adversary made her bubble-gum blowing entrance. Shin gradually beginning to realize that she should have concerned herself more with that tidbit than she realized. Shin's eyes gawking wider and dilating the closer that Amelia approached and made a literal tear towards the ring, in particular that poor fan's sign.

Her smile awkwardly remaining intact until Amelia came face to spittle flying face with Shinobu...a few emphatic blinks later Shin's strong front would wither into abject disgust and irate perplexity. "D-Did you just call me-...Y-You are not allowed to chew bubblegum in the middle of a-...D-Destroying fan property is prohibited under-...YOU ARE JUST INCORRIGIBLE!!!" Shinobu scowled with a firm stomping of her white boot and her balled up fists trembling at her sides and feeling distinctly agitated and daresay, fussed up. "My NAME, is Shinobu. Not that...that vile and reprehensible street slang of yours. Tch, fine. You just wait right there, and I'll show you a thing or two, believe me." The appalled former Wrestle Angel would turn to the side and start undoing her white jacket. Not surprisingly at an accelerated pace as well since she was now exceptionally eager to get this match underway...

Not allowed to chew gum? Something something prohibited? Incorrigible? Amelia quietly sounded out the last word syllable by syllable before waving it off with a few shakes of her head. She wasn't sure what it meant, but she sure as hell was going to take it with disrespect. If there was one thing Amelia didn't like, it was being told what she could and could not do. The fact that her stuck up opponent was doing just that, along with the multi-syllable name calling certainly wasn't helping quell Amelia's desire to pummel this snooty brat. She had dealt with plenty of girls just like this back in the good ol' days of high school. The know-it-alls, the teacher's lap-dogs, the do-it-by-the-book types - They all fell underneath the same umbrellas. Pompous bitches who were in dire need of a good beating and a painful lesson, and Amelia was always more than happy to provide.

"Awww poor baby. Doesn't like being called what she is... a B-I-T-C-H!" Amelia stamped her foot down and rubbed her hands underneath her eyes in a fake display of wailing and crying that was a clear mockery of Shinobu's reaction to her entrance. She made sure to spell out the word slowly and with precision, enunciating each an every single letter obnoxiously and loudly while taking a deep and exaggerated breath before moving onto the next one. It was a simple word, something that was a part of Amelia's every day speech. Not an hour went by where she wasn't calling another girl a bitch, slut, whore or some other variation thereof. The fact that Shinobu thinks she ought to be immune from that only irritated Amelia further, that is until she realized that Shinobu's sensitivity for insulting language could be the object of a lot of fun.

"Show me a thing or two, huh? I absolutely can't wait... ShinoBITCH!" Amelia stood her ground the whole time as she continued to taunt and mock her opponent. She barely allowed Shinobu room to breath as Amelia stood within a few inches of her the whole time. Her reddened face and irate expression brought nothing but pleasure to the young bully. She loved nothing more than to beat down on uptight girls who's lives revolved around solely being slaves to the rules. There was something about crushing girls like this that that brought an immense sense of freedom to Amelia... somewhat ironic she supposed but Amelia rarely had time to delve into the psychology behind it. All she knew was the she enjoying seeing these girls screaming in pain, and that was all the reasoning she needed to deliver exactly that.

Shinobu, obviously enraged at Amelia's flaunting entrance quickly spun around and began undoing her jacket. She seemed eager to get it off, moving her fingers at a quickened pace that ultimately left her fumbling between the various buttons that ran down the middle of her attire. Amelia crossed her arms and began tapping her foot against the canvas impatiently. The tension that had built up between the two in only a few seconds was enormous, and she wasn't just going to let it all dissipate as she politely waited for her opponent to ready herself. The Bully glanced behind her shoulder to the ref who stood in the center of the ring. Pff. What do I need her permission for. Amelia thought to herself. She spun her head back around to her opponent, still furiously working away at her jacket.

"Here let me give you a hand with that!" Amelia bellowed before clinging onto the jacket by the waist and ripping it off with as much force as she mustered. Her hope would be to apply enough force to both simultaneously spin Shinobu around while undoing any buttons or zippers that remained before throwing the jacket outside the ring. Any damage the attire received would be inconsequential to the fiery haired teen - right now she just wanted to clobber this uptight dork. If Amelia managed to succeed at spinning the woman around and tearing off the jacket, she would then accompany the gesture by attempting to headbutt her opponent square in the face, hoping to send her stumbling back into the turnbuckle unofficially starting the match!

Shinobu always had a twitching ear for vulgarities and obscenities whenever they were uttered anywhere within her vicinity, an odd quirk that served her well throughout her fabled reign as her school's Hall Monitor. Nary a muttered curse word or derogatory comment about the school's faculty or lunch menu going unticketed by an eagle-eyed Shin popping out from beneath potted plants or outside of lockers to distribute scribbled up justice. Being a forthright and rule-abiding student meant that she herself had never uttered one solitary syllable of any such profanity, of course. Well, aside from perhaps the errant stubbing of her toe when inside the privacy of her apartment and well outside the hearing range of others. But the utter callousness with which this...this...delinquent, flung the "B" word at Shinobu was truthfully making her uptight blood boil. To the point where she wish she had her ticket book to write Amelia up at this very moment.

The juvenile delinquent would have surely been drowning in tickets by now, and not just from the profanities but from each and every other infraction that Amelia perpetrated merely on her way down the ramp. Shinobu had begun listing them off one by one before opting to stop herself in mid-ramble since she would probably short circuit if she continued any farther. Amelia doing little to correct her immature first impression afterward as she continued to belittle and mock the former Wrestle Angel with clapping enunciation of that reviled name for a female dog, and right up in her face the entire time. The aforementioned concept of rehabilitation being the absolute farthest thing on Shin's mind as she began meticulously unbuttoning her marble while cloak. A seamless act under normal circumstances, but today Shinobu was just having the dickens of a difficult time undoing the middle metal clip...

"Of all the...Why is this clip being so gosh darned-WAHAA!!!" Shinobu's befuddled frustration and scowling attention centered upon her jacket would both be interrupted by Amelia's sudden tugging on her cloaked overcoat that sent the law-abiding grappler in a cartoonishly twirling spin-cycle on the tips of her feet. The schoolyard hooligan doing in one second what Shin couldn't accomplish in a solid minute as her tattered jacket went flying at the announcer's desk who scarcely managed to evade it in time. Shinobu's whirling rotation coming to an abrupt end with the swirly-eyed policewoman on wobbled legs before getting a clonking meeting of the minds that sent her staggering backwards. Shin's head repelled back with her arms waving about in a panicked attempt to find an upright structure to catch herself until finding it in the form of the corner turnbuckle she'd dejectedly slump into in a groaning and befuddled daze. The referee's terribly unhelpful response to all of this chicanery being to wave her index finger and signal for the clanging ringbell and beginning of the match.

With Shinobu's troublesome jacket out of the way and her opponent sunken groggily against the ropes, it was finally time to unleash Amelia's pent up anger and frustration at this annoying little know-it-all. Her head stung a little bit, but not nearly as much as Shinobu, who stumbled sloppily against the turnbuckle. Amelia reached out and grabbed a fistful of her opponent dark hair, dragging the girl upwards a few inches until she was perfectly standing against the turnbuckle. "See, wasn't that much faster?" Amelia would say with a sing-song voice, shaking her opponent head violently before finally coming to a rest.

"In fact, I think I'm an owed a thank you. C'mon Shinobitch! say Thank You Amelia!" She would go back to violently shaking her her opponent by the hair, rhythmically banging the back of her head against the turnbuckle. She would wait a few seconds for a response, before the ref finally came over and told her to forfeit her grip on Shinobu's hair. Normally she would just spit in the ref's face right there an then, but considering things were just getting started, she didn't mind letting one slide. Best to just let it go and continue on with her cruel antics. "Oh no, I hope this isn't giving you a headache is it?" Amelia pouted, still using her annoying girly voice. "Maybe this will make it better?"

Satisfied, she would then let go of her tugging grip on her opponent's hair before lifting one hand into the air, reeling it back, and sending it straight down towards Shinobu's collarbone bone! "HI-YAH!" Amelia would bellow, exaggerating the scream as she karate chopped her palm straight into Shinobu's chest, immediately reeling back before sending a few more flying down again and again in a flurry of painful strikes.

Shinobu deftly attempted to piece together the jumbled thoughts in her cranium that were left in scattered disarray from Amelia thwacking their coconuts together to an audible *Thunk* after being swiveled around from her adversary's frenzied unfurling of her marble white trenchcoat. Dastardly and deceitful tactics were about what Shin had come to expect from someone who spewed such vulgarity, but she mistakenly assumed Amelia at least had the most rock-bottom standard of common decency to wait until Shin was duly prepped and the bell had rung once they were at their proper positioning. Did this deplorable woman truthfully have so little honor? Although, in retrospect all of Shinobu's matches up to this point had started in manners that were anything but conventional. One of these days, Shinobu will start a match with a seamless, efficient, and by the books lock-up with zero foul play involved.

Flinching from the abrasive handfuls of hair yanking the Steel Defense's head upward, Shinobu scowled with one eye squinted at the obnoxious bully spewing spiteful venom straight in her face. Accompanied by the shrill yelping from Shin having her head viciously and disrespectfully jerked around with infrequent slamming against the turnbuckle pad before the referee's admonishment compelled Amelia to relinquish her raven-haired locks. The spinning tizzy she was previously suffering from being amplified that much more as her feet shuffled beneath her to re-establish some manner of equilibrium. Shin's slouched posture becoming ramrod straight from the thunder-crack of a strike getting painted against her chest, afterward shifting to the side and huffing through puffed cheeks...but keeping a wary eye peeled for the next strike. One that Shin would swiftly dodge to have Amelia now be the one cornered against the turnbuckle, where she'd have a thrusting knee strike hammered into her breadbasket.