Rekka Aizawa vs. Amber Addison - True Grit

Wholesome joyousness wasn't typically the demeanor Rekka carried herself with, but sometimes the impish rapscallion was incapable of maintaining her usual surly cantankerousness and thuggish attitude. Today being one such day as she merrily skipped down the hallway towards the gorilla position in preparation for her impending matchup. Ever since first being informed of her scheduled throwdown and it's hardcore stipulation, Rekka had taken it upon herself to ensure she'd be making the most out of what was her favorite freakin ruleset in regards to matches. Which was that there were none. Zero. Zip. Zilch. She was granted permission and outright encouraged to go straight ham with whatever weapons, cooking items, or steel plated surface she could get her grubby mitts on. Hence why when researching her options in terms of what blunt object to bring down to the ring with her, Rekka internally stated *Ah fuck it* and opted to just bring everything. A jangling shopping cart filled with a trashcan of hardcore staples now swishing and maneuvering past bewildered backstage employees scarcely ducking out of the way of Rekka whistling down the hallway and further escorting her weapons of choice onward. On the way "accidentally" running over one guys big toe who'd blurt out an obscenity and go hopping off.

Rekka Aizawa:

Plumes of fire started began being shot skyward from the top of the ramp as Rekka's metal theme was rocked out from the speakers, all the headbangers in the audience now doing exactly that as flaming imagery was broadcast from the Titan-tron. What came next being the aforementioned rickety shopping cart being pushed out by The Little Hellion herself, now sporting a far more malicious and gleaming smirk as the garbage can full of weapons jingled and jangled for the entire journey down ramp. At the bottom of which would be where Rekka would abandon her wheeled treasure trove after skillfully twisting into a skidding stop. Hopping off and rubbing her gloved hands in giddy enthusiasm at the potential of getting to use even half of all these chaotic toys of hers, especially on who'd she had been matched up against tonight. Rekka scampering up the ring apron and rolling underneath the bottom rope before springing back to her feet. Afterward throwing up her middle fingers to the audience with a spinning flourish, booing her vehemently after making it known just what she thought of these yahoos. She'd wipe a thumb off of her nose with a sneer and backpedal to her corner turnbuckle, hands clamped onto the top ropes behind her with her vision centered upon the top of the ramp...

“Okay, take some seat before we talk about your next match.” Saeko’s voice sounded a little bit shaken. It was just a slight thing and the cheerful Amber wouldn’t notice but it was there, and maybe it was better like that, with the young wrestler being oblivious of her manager’s concerns. “Your next rival is… a complicated one I’m afraid.”

“Well, I’m here for the challenge, so you can throw anything at me!” Amber said in an excited tone. There was again that cheerful optimism that was so close to complete impulsiveness. It threatened with being the downfall of Amber but it looked like that for the moment it was being one of the Inventor’s main draws with the crowd. Her naive, babyface approach was getting some of the people’s love. In a complicated world where cynical thinking was everyday’s routine, the people was rewarding someone with a simple, straightforward and happy go lucky character like Amber. Saeko knew this but she didn’t want Amber to go overdrive, so for now she hid that information. After all, her client needed all her focus for what was coming.

“It’s not what you think. This next match is a hardcore one. I’m sorry but I couldn’t barter with that. That means there would be no holds barred, no disqualification. And your rival… she looks like a handful. I watched some videos and she is a rascal. Expect lots of foul play, even weapons in ring. Look, as I see things the management is making you a test by fire. Now that you have shown you can get good looking by the book wins they want to see if you would survive this and escape with your principles unscathed. I recommend taking this with extreme caution, and not being afraid of throwing the towel if needed. I’m adamant on this, Amber. Take care and good luck.”

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Amber thought about what Saeko warned her about for some time, but as the match approached her cheerful way of taking things came back. As her entrance theme played, she walked down the ramp while everyone rooted for her. It looked like facing a complete villain wrestler made most of the public to side with the hero, and that was more than happy to bathe in the people’s support. After some walk among the crowd, Amber made it to the ring not before noticing what it looked like a garbage can all full with weird and blunt looking weapons. Her rival couldn’t be expecting using those, couldn’t she?

Amber "The Inventor" Addison:

Once inside the ring she noticed the small redhead leaning against the ropes with a confident grin, and it became so hard for Amber to think of that woman being the terrible foe Saeko warned her about. After some stretches and a final ovation, the referee called both women to the center of the ring. Amber was the first one to answer the call, from where she would look at Rekka while she waited for her.

Patience was a virtue that Rekka would readily admit she sucked eggs at. Thoughts aplenty were gallivanting about in her noggin that ranged from what weapon she'd first introduce, to how her adversary's chipper face is going to appear with a fresh coat of crimson red. However, Rekka was particularly fidgety today because she'd been given today's match details by some personal assistants to certain highbrow executives...an unorthodox occurrence that made her surmise that those certain corporate cronies were probably watching this match with keen interest on its outcome. Amber Addison, was the little puke's name. And apparently being a naive and insufferably chipper doofus was her game. One who management clearly wanted to spit shine and present to the world as some marketable cash-cow for all of the wittle kiddies to look up to, admire, and tell them to eat all of their veggies~...

"...hggh." Sorry, Rekka threw up in her mouth a little there. The cantankerous rebel slouching down and apathetically seating herself in the corner as Amber made her glad-handing entrance, Rekka glancing out of the corner of her eyes at the inventor high-fiving all of the jackasses at ringside that she herself has just flipped the bird to. Showering her with praise throughout all of the wholesome hospitality until Amber entered the ring and proceeded to limber herself up. The Little Hellion not...emulating, and instead remained leisurely seated until finally being ushered towards the middle of the ring, compelling her to haul herself out of the corner by tugging on the adjacent middle ropes and start striding forward to meet and greet Amber. "Alright, Alright...guess you heard about me huh? Listen, I ain't as bad as people say. Ahm just in this for a good tussle, not any of that dishonest shit. C'mon, let's show these people what we're made of, huh?" Rekka smiled wide and brought up her right hand for an amicable, cordial, sincere high-five between friends...

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Amber had always been an optimistic, cheerful woman. For all her life it had been so difficult for her to think badly of anyone no matter how bad their reputation could be. And that was exactly what was happening right now. Yeah, that redhead could look a little intimidating with that couldn’t-give-a-damn kind of pose she had and her gaze looked like one of a criminal, but it couldn’t be as bad as her manager tried to look like, right? In the end, Amber was sure it was all a gimmick to play the villain in a wrestling world like the one she was in.

As if to confirm Amber’s theory, the redhead walked to the center of the ring to meet her, greeting the Inventor in a direct, but honest looking manner, even smiling to her while offering a handshake. Without hesitation, Amber accepted the handshake. That was when Rekka’s trap sprung. “Yeah, let’s have a great ma-auuuuuugh!" Without any sign of warning, the redhead sent a nasty sucker punch to Amber’s jaw. As the Inventor wasn’t expecting that since the match hadn’t properly started her guard wasn’t up, so she took the full blow to her chin, relenting in pain. Only her rival grabbing her hand prevented Amber from walking back. The bell rushed to ring and signal the match prompt start while Amber was so busy trying to check her jaw for severe damage to be wary of what Rekka was planning next.

Alright now before everyone gets their panties in a bunch...just hear Rekka out here. Now TECHNICALLY, she wasn't actually being dishonest when first greeting the amber inventor. Rekka insisted that the both of them show these people what we're made of. It just so happened to be that the red-haired brawler was made of deceit, subterfuge, maliciousness, underhanded tactics, and probably a few other nefarious personality traits the Little Hellion couldn't quite remember at the moment. So in a way, Rekka absolutely kept her word from earlier. Especially about just being up for a scrappy fight. And Amber, typically, replied in kind by showing the audience exactly what she was made of....which was Grade-A SAP!!!!

"Awww, well aren't you polite~..." Rekka condescendingly mocked the inventor with a babyish tone of voice as if she were talking to an infant, pouting her lips as well while keeping her walloped adversary upright on spaghetti legs. "But yeah, let's shake on it, best buddy~..." In a blatant bit of perverse mockery, Rekka would emphatically shake Amber's hand while she was still teetering from the sucker-punch. Wobbling the inventor's arm up and down with a brimming smile directed at Amber and briefly towards the booing audience all around them before abruptly tugging Amber into a knee strike straight to her breadbasket. Followed concurrently with the diabolical brawler balling her free hand into a fist, kissing her knuckles, and thwacking Amber's soft cheek with a haymaker that at the very least came with her freedom from the handshake as well.

Of course being a wrestling fan and the daughter of a wrestler for all her childhood and now a wrestler herself, Amber knew very well the intricacies of the wrestling world and how some of its fighters were a handful in terms of breaking the rules and acting on a heelish kind of way. That of course helped all the wrestling world keeping the narrative together and cementing a tale of heroes and villains that would draw the crowd’s attention, but that didn’t mean that the actions of these villains are less evil because of that.

Now for the first time in her career Amber was experiencing how it was facing a heel like that in the form of Rekka, who got the Inventor with a sucker-punch as she faked a handshake out. To add more insult to injury the redhead started mocking her rival and celebrating her actions by actually shaking hands with Amber, but she was too dazed from the sudden strike to actually respond, so her arm would wobble in a pathetic way that added more to the mockery. It wasn’t as if Amber hadn’t been warned about this as her manager took some time to make her know about Rekka’s ways, but she didn’t want to believe the full extent of it until now, and she was paying the price. At least the audience had clear who was the good one now as they booed at the whole scene the redhead had caused.

It looked like Rekka wasn’t done though, as she abruptly dragged Amber towards her and hit the Inventor with a powerful knee to the groin. Amber immediately got her free hand around her stomach as she coughed and gasped for air, falling on her knees while her other hand was still trapped in that travesty of a handshake, firmly grasped by Rekka. As if the situation wasn’t bad enough, Rekka kissed her knuckles and went in for a furious punch at Amber’s cheek as she released her. “G-haaaah!!” The Inventor fell face first to the mat and writhed on it as she groaned in pain. The bell rang at that moment signalling the early start of the match. Amber did her best to cup her face and rub off that pain she was feeling before trying a crawl towards her corner. She needed to get some air and distance from Rekka before getting up, but she was quite open at that moment.

Clearly there was some manner of prejudicial bias at play here tonight. Perhaps it was because of Rekka being an unapologetic motorcycle enthusiast who revs up her chopper's engine to an obnoxious degree in the wrestler parking lot, or merely because ginger-haired wrestlers are discriminated against in Japan because of the blatantly false stereotypes about them having no souls. Whatever the case may be, Rekka just couldn't wrap her head around the reason why the audience was showering her with boo's when all she'd done was the prototypical ritual of respect between wrestlers by shaking the other's hands pre-match. Rekka's enthusiasm for a nice clean bout being demonstrated thusly, with the scrappy brawler clasping Amber's hand and jostling it up and down-

...oh. Well that's odd. Amber didn't seem to be reciprocating. In fact the Inventor's arm felt like a wet noodle throughout their handshake. The Little Hellion certainly didn't hope it was because of that little love tap of a punch from earlier. Cause Rekka hardly even put any mustard on that cocked back wallop, unlike these next two dastardly combination clobbers where she buries her padded knee into Amber's abdomen to set the Inventor up for the kissed kayo punch that obviously wasn't strong enough to knock Amber out. Rekka's imagination simply tended to get the better of her. But it nevertheless did the job of connecting clean as a whistle and flooring the fledgling rookie. Much to her sinister adversary's jubilant delight as she started shadow boxing and hopping swiftly around her fallen foe.

"Wooo!!! How you like that, huh??!! I call that one the patented Rekka's Kiss Goodnight Combination~...Wanted to call it the Rekka Knockout, or R.K.O...but the AFW legal team said it's already been trademarked." Rekka lamented her trademarking woe's with a begrudging shrug before proceeding to haul Amber up by her hair, but remaining uncomfortably arched over herself and snagged into an intently tightened side-headlock. One that was assertively wrenched in with what little bicep she had mashed into the side of Amber's face. Further control being exerted as the ruffian directed them towards the corner Amber was previously crawling to, except now it was breaking into a stampeding sprint straight at it with Rekka attempting a running bulldog but with the inventive rookie getting her face crammed into the middle turnbuckle instead.

Amber couldn’t say she arrived to that night’s match without a warning on Rekka’s methods. Her manager had taken some time in telling her about what kind of dirty fighter she was going to face, but Amber chose to dismiss those warnings thinking that it was all exageration coming from the always serious Saeko. That was probably Amber’s greatest weakness: the Inventor was bent on believing there was good in everyone, always with that silly optimistic way of seeing things that was now getting her in some trouble. Because there was no redeeming factor for Rekka and the later Amber learnt that the more it was going to cost her in the match.

Maybe Amber didn’t know about Rekka’s evil, but the crowd knew really well as everyone gathering in the stands was booing the redhead as she went nuts against Amber. It wasn’t as if that would make any effect on the rowdy Rekka as it looked like it fueled her willpower, but when all looked dire it was nice for Amber feeling that she at least was supported by the people. Her fanbase had grown lately and she could feel that suppport being a powerful fuel whenever her resolve would falter.

Of course even if that support was important in the end it wouldn’t matter if Amber was just there being a ragdoll for whatever Rekka had in mind, but it turned out the redhead was capable of some nasty tricks that left the Inventor staggering, and Rekka used that momentum to execute a running bulldog on Amber, but instead of hitting the mat she was sent through the ropes against the turnbuckle. “G-aaaaaaaagh!!!” Amber wailed in pain and desperation as she was severely damaged by that hit. In any regular match that would have been a disqualifying worthy move, but that was a no holds barred match and it looked like it was where Rekka was the most comfortable. Amber needed to untangle herself from the ropes and get free, but for the moment she just lay limp with her head resting against the turnbuckle while on her knees.

Rekka's generosity truly knew no bounds. Upon noticing that Amber was having a teensy bit of trouble with retreating back to the corner, Rekka graciously took it upon herself to aid in the inventor's struggling endeavor by politely escorting her adversary back towards her turnbuckle. Far more expeditiously than if the she had left Amber to her own lethargic crawling, might she add. It was just a shame that neither the brunette not the surrounding audience seemed all that appreciative of her neighborly efforts, the vast majority of which let their indignant voices be heard all throughout as Rekka savagely rammed the chipper inventor's face into the middle turnbuckle pad as well. The Little Hellion not being surprised in the slightest if the impact left a slight indentation of Amber's face into the padded surface...actually Rekka was kinda hoping it did just because of how freaking funny it would be.

Rekka sporting an impish smirk afterward as she lackadaisically sat upon the middle rope besides the turnbuckle and her rattled adversary. Reveling in how much control over the match she'd snatched up, and all from one hopelessly naive handshake. "Whoa you ain't lookin too hot, Best Buddy. No worries I know a trick that'll wake you up, Pal O' Mine. S'ah real kick in the pants..." Rekka ominously uttered while glancing behind her at the rattled inventor before she'd untangle herself and re-enter the ring. Striding confidently towards the other side of the ring while clapping above her head in a mocking attempt to rouse the audience as if she were the aspiring fan favorite. Only earning her more booing jeers as she positioned herself across the opposite side of the ring where she'd take off dashing straight back at Rekka and in particular her bubble butt, which was about to be field goal kicked as if it were the game winning shot.

Amber’s always cheerful and friendly approach to wrestling was now a hindrance to her as she had arrived that night at the ring as usual, thinking in the possibility of making a new friend, while her nasty rival was doing he bidding as she wanted. The Inventor was caught completely off guard in a couple of treacherous strikes that left her in a very precarious position, all her body entangled in the ropes as she was on her knees with her head resting against the turnbuckle. She definitely needed to get out of there by any means possible, but her situatios was dire as she still had to free herself and regain her balance without ruling Rekka out of the equation, as she could hear the mocking her, basking in the delight of her humiliation as if that was Tuesday morning for her. That was when Amber started thinking that her manager was right and that Rekka had no redeeming factor at all. What could that woman be planning?

The Inventor didn’t have to wait long to discover that. As Rekka took some time to rouse the crowd as if she was getting ready for something big, Amber took her chance and did her best to get free, managing to untangle herself from the ropes, but before she could get on her feet and turn back to face her opponent, Rekka hit Amber’s butt with the punt of her foot. Pain coursed through Amber’s backside as she wailed in pain from the nastiness of an impact intended just to damage her as much as it could. Amber stumbled and fell on her stomach while rubbing her pained buttcheeks. She needed some time to recover after all that terrible start to the match, and luckily she had her literal escape route in front of her.

Without leaving Rekka any time to act again, Amber rolled off and stepped outside of the mat. Technically that wasn’t an illegal move in a match like that. Standing on her feet, she limped out of Rekka’s reach as much as she could as she started feeling her buttocks slowly recover, her teeth clenched as every step she took it hurt like hell.