Rekka Aizawa vs. Amber Addison - True Grit

Unorthodox, and at times unrequested, though Rekka's methods were when it came to assisting her opponent's when they could clearly use a helping hand...she nevertheless guaranteed their efficacy when it came to getting the job done. There Amber was, pathetically slouched over herself after getting her chipper face pancaked into the middle turnbuckle and apparently incapable of summoning the willpower to haul herself out of the corner...and now look at her. Springing back to life and rejuvenated once more. Full of spastic energy, which she used to start soothing her perky patootie after Rekka quite literally helped Amber get her ass in gear once again. Afterward making the wise decision of tumble rolling underneath the bottom ropes and retreating like the prissy namby-pamby Rekka pegged her as. A few minutes of getting her clock cleaned in an actual fight and the Inventor is probably already dying for someone to toss in the towel for her. Figures~...

"Awww, where ya headed off to, Edison? We wuz jus gettin started with our Lil' Ol Play Date~..." Rekka taunted at Amber while lackadaisically slouching over the middle rope, the inventor awkwardly and yet adorably hobbling off as if she just had a broom stick crammed up her backside. A devilish gleam lighting up Rek's face from actually being the one doling out the ass-kicking this time around, all to an obnoxiously peppy dweeb who the fans loved. Rekka's favorite kind of punching bag. One which she followed after with a nimble hop down from the ring apron upon stepping through the ropes. Covertly sneaking up behind the shuffling inventor before abruptly snatching her from behind with one grip clenched upon the back of her collar, and the other hand gripped on the waist of her outfit. The Impish Brawler tightly yanking upward for a hiked up wedgie on Amber in the same sprinting motion intended to ram her hunched over friend head first into the top of the nearby steel stairs.

Amber had never faced a villainous rival before. The woman was still very naive concerning certain things like judging others’ character. Always thinking her rivals would be the friendly type was proving to be a mistake, and she had a lesson to learn from all that traspired that day, but first she had to get away from a very bad situation.

The Inventor had managed to flee out of the ring, where she would walk around without being worried of a countout given the nature of the match. There she would be able to recover a little of her strength and start thinking in a comeback. Amber’s spine got a chill when she saw her rival getting below the ropes, but luckily she did that in her opposite side, then started doing something with the apron. Amber was expecting her rival to be searching for some weapon, but the truth became way more terrifying.

Before she could do something about it or notice, Amber felt the grip of Rekka around her collar and waist. Her rival had used a shortcut to her back and she just allowed that. “Hey! Let go!” Her protests were immediately interrupted by a jolt of pain coursing her body as Rekka held her and gave the Inventor a wedgie! Amber couldn’t do much but wail in despair as her own attire was biting on her flesh. She tried to force her legs closed but that didn’t help at all.

Rekka still had some plan. Amber should know by now that the redhead rascal always had some ill intentions, and before she could react to it both women were running and Amber was shoved against a row of steel chairs! Amber impacted forehead first against the steel stairs that allowed one to step on the ring. BLAM! With a metallic deaf thud Amber was left sprayed along the surface of the metal steps, her condition of consciousness unsure based on her lack of movement.

Nothing delighted Rekka more than meeting new friends at the workplace, getting to know them, become true blue compatriots, and bashing their heads in against whatever the nearest steel surface is. All too few professions allowed her to satiate that thirst for violence of hers. But here she was getting her metaphorical rocks off and having the time of her life from continuing her savage assault upon the naive inventor. Whose still been incapable of mounting anything resembling a counterattack and instead been on the receiving end of a hellacious and at times literal ass whoppin, which could not have been more embarrassing considering it was being perpetrated by an arrogant shit-talker of a brawler whose infamous for being more on the receiving end of beatdowns rather than doling them out. Rekka therefore making sure to relish every single solitary second of her polarizing lead in the one-sided match.

*CLANG!!!* Rekka proudly marched forward a few steps while dusting her hands off in a job well done, all without looking behind her at the languishing inventor having just had her perky face rammed into the steel steps with reckless abandon. Proud of her work with a sneering smile, Rekka eventually turned back around with her ego in towering abundance and started striding back towards the front of the ring. In particular towards her clankering shopping cart filled to the brim with blunt and barbed-wire wrapped weaponry. She'd shuffle some items to the side before managing to yank out a STOP sign from the bottom of the cart, afterward taking the street sign back around to where she had left Amber behind. The inventor perhaps noticing Rekka stalking her from behind and winding up like a batter at the plate, but the brawler doubted she'd be able to see a STOP sign being swung right at her face coming.

Amber was having a terrible time. With her naivete came great amounts of damage to her body, some humiliation and a powerful and painful lesson: there were some terrible people out there, and they were beyond redeeming. Becoming their friend was impossible, no light shining under that darkness. Rekka was one of those people without a redeeming factor. It costed her greatly to recover from the nasty impact against the steel stairs, but it looked like Rekka wasn’t going to capitalize on the advantage she had gained, and the match was young and Amber still had some energy. Now Amber had learnt her lesson, and was she going to do about that? Take it and become one more of the bully’s victims or fight back and show that she had some spine?

The answer was clear for Amber, who had now a renewed resolve. Since there was nothing worth saving in that rival she would go all out, always respecting the rules of course since that was what separated someone like the Inventor from someone like Rekka, but she wouldn’t hold her punches. Thanks to Rekka’s shopping spree Amber had enough time to recover from her damages and regain her senses. The moment she just achieved that she noticed Rekka swinging a STOP sign at her! She didn’t have much time to think what to do, but trying to STOP that STOP sign with some blocking movement was out of the question, as it was STOPping the sign with her face as Rekka intended. Instead of all that, Amber noticed how that sign looked really heavy and how surely it would cost a lot of strength to swing it, making Rekka’s movements slow enough for Amber to just slip below it and avoid the hit. But that wouldn’t be the end of it since after her swing and miss Rekka would be open for retaliation, and it was time Amber started making some damage in a cool fashion. The Inventor grabbed her rival by the scalp of her head, clenched her teeth and went for something unorthodox in her book, a powerful headbutt against Rekka’s forehead! "Hyah!!"

No, the irony of her specific choice of weaponry wasn't lost on Rekka. In fact, it was practically the entire reasoning behind her choosing it in the first place when there were far more bludgeoning and bloodying weaponry within her hardcore shopping cart. A cheese grater excruciatingly scrapped against the forehead could have had Amber sporting more red than what was already on the Inventor's outfit. A kendo stick thwacked against Amber's perky but tanned backside would have ensured that Amber would spend the rest of the week sitting uncomfortably on donut pillows. A baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire could have functionally served both of those purposes, hence why it happens to be a the weapon of choice for any and all ruthless sons of bitches. But none of the above would have been as hil-freaking-arious as creaming this faux aviator with a bright red STOP sign. Rekka could see it already in her warped little mind, a swing that was assured to be replayed multiple times on television and perhaps a popularized GIF in the making.

...it was just a shame the friggin thing weighed a metric shit-ton. The Impish Brawler's difficulty with handling the steel traffic sign evidenced by her fumbling around with it and strained face before she started brandishing it correctly. Sporting a devious smirk as she eventually starting strolling back towards Amber, who'd by than was just getting her wobbled legs beneath her once again. Rekka so very very wanted to see this creampuff's chipper little face indented into her STOP sign, so of course she'd get screwed out of that after having her wild swing whiff completely and accomplish nothing aside from fanning the front row audience members with a huge gust of wind. The brawler awkwardly staggering forward and releasing the STOP sign altogether as it careened off into the distant flooring. Rekka spinning around but only into having her scruffy locks clenched before having her head propelled into a coconut clobbering headbutt, ankles wobbling as her head repelled backward. The same direction she stumbled in with whirling arms before tripping onto the bottom half of the steel staircase. Laying atop its cold surface with gnashing teeth and one whopper of a headache.

There had been a sudden shift in the match and in both contestants’ dynamic. At first a pretty naive Amber had set foot on stage with an optimistic outlook, only to crash against a wall of reality in the form of an Impish Brawler. Rekka had been pushing Amber to the limit of her kindness for too long. The Inventor wanted to find a friend in any rival and she paid the price for that naivete when she was beaten and taken advantage of by that woman in a flashy and humiliating way. The Inventor had been beaten and battered in only few seconds with every little scheme Rekka could think of to the point she was feeling like she was doomed to fail in there, but then came some realization and the change in pace for the match. Amber had enough, and now she was sure of her rival being beyond redemption.

At that moment it was as if Amber was a different person. She was now fully aware of Rekka being devious and nasty, only willing to hurt her so now the Inventor was ready and willing to take the redhead down in a sound manner. That was how she managed not only to dodge the STOP sign swung at her face, but to headbutt Rekka so the Impish Brawler stumbled and fell against the steel steps. That sign of weakness was a reassuring statement for Amber: Rekka could be defeated, she felt pain the same as her.

From there Amber had so many options. She was resolved to get some payback against Rekka, but she still had her principles to uphold. It was true that a no holds barred match allowed for a more lax set of moves, but she wouldn’t fall for the same strategies Rekka had. The Inventor wasn’t going to ruin herself by steeping that low. That was when, in the middle of her rival’s plight. Amber noticed Rekka’s shopping cart of horrors. The Inventor wasn’t going to use weapons in her match since that was against the ideas she upheld, but nothing prevented her from using that to teach Rekka a lesson.

“Get up you devil!” Amber grabbed Rekka by an arm and forced the woman on her feet. For some instants Amber would feel the wobbly balance of her rival before getting one hand to her lower back and the other to the nape of her neck, using all her weight as leverage to drive her rival against her own shopping cart head first. “Off you go!” Now that was irony.

Well, Rekka certainly hopes her pugnacious adversary is pleased with herself. Here the red-haired brawler was. Dutifully going along with the pre-established rules of the match, minding her own business, and even contemplating aiding Amber back to her feet so that they could restart the match with a friendly and congenial handshake. Except The Devious Inventor took it upon herself to sidestep what she had coming and go for a blatant cheap shot in that blindsiding headbutt of hers. Walloping poor Rekka even moreso due to those gigantic aviator goggles she has on her head, or whatever they are. Now all the brawler had for rightfully adhering to the rules was a vengeful Inventor clonking craniums with her and sending Rekka into a dizzied tailspin...alright, Rekka doubted anyone would believe that she herself was the one being wronged here considering she'd just spent the past few minutes sucker punching and rump punting the perky fan favorite. But she figured she deserved any sympathy she could get considering their was a piping mad high-flyer on her tail and assuredly not in any frame of mind to start showing Rekka any leniency or wanna start talking about being pals like in the beginning of the match.

"...Erk...she'z got a harder head than me..." Rekka muttered with a flinching grumble as she remained sprawled out on the flattened steel surface, raising a hand to begin massaging her cranium. Only just then to begin lethargically hoisting herself off of the steel steps before the spiteful biker received some unwanted assistance from Amber, clamping onto her arm and the nape of her neck like she was a kitten being elevated and hauled off by the mother cat. "H-Hey!!!! Didn't you want to be friends or some junk??!! Whaddya say we let bygones be bygones and start all over?! Let's shake on havin a great mAAAAAHHH-OOPH!!!" Rekka's cowardly pleas obviously fell on deaf ears as she was being yanked across the outskirts of the ring on wobbled legs before being tucked and propelled face first into the hardcore chopping cart. Barreling it over and spilling all of the dangerous weaponry out onto the floor in a clanging cacophony of chaotic carnage. Rekka herself knocked for a loop and suffering severe dizzied spells as she started crawling off of the knocked over shopping cart, pawing at the ring apron and clearly desperate to get some distance between her and Amber.

Amber was facing a quite special trial that day. A no holds barred match is usually a complicated spot for a face wrestler like she was. Being a believer in fair play didn’t go really well with having all the options avaliable, and it was so tempting to go in search for some more effective but nasty moves. Of course, all that temptation multiplied when one was facing a true scoundrel like Rekka was. Now there was a deeper dark cave to fall in because taking so much pain coming from that dirty playing rival felt only even more appealing the idea of paying back with the same coin and add some humiliation to it. Amber was feeling that call, but for the most part she kept her revenge urges at bay.

It wasn’t as if the Inventor wasn’t going to give her rival a pretty ironic lesson though. Crashing Rekka against her own shopping cart of mischievous weapons was a good way of starting teaching the redhead rascal a lesson in manners without losing moral superiority. However, Amber was a justice-sided wrestler after all, and seeing her rival knocked down below a pile of weapons made her feel a little bad about it. After all she was proud of playing by the rules, and demolishing the rules didn’t give her freedom to just do anything. Not like she was feeling bad about punishing Rekka for her evil deeds, but the Inventor thought she had enough.

As Rekka would try to get a hold on the apron to get back on her feet, Amber would just get a hold on the woman’s nape of the neck and drag her back standing. Then, with a quick move, she would just force the woman to go below the ropes and get back on the ring. After that it would be the Inventor who would follow, taking the fight back to the rightful arena where no weapons or dirty tricks could stain pure wrestling. Of course all this opened a little window of oportunity for Rekka.

It should probably go without saying that Rekka much rather preferred the match's tempo towards it's beginning rather than what it transpired into. Not only in terms of quality considering that she felt herself capable of wrestling circles around Amber any day of the week, but because now that little inventing twerp had the sheer audacity to wreck Rekka's intricately assembled shopping cart of carnage. The cavalcade of weaponry now sprawled into a chaotic mess at ringside, ranging from the typical tools such as chains and baseball bats to the downright irregular, such as a rubber chicken and a super soaker water gun. She never knew what to bring or set aside whenever she was backstage stockpiling her shopping cart and tends to prefer bringing everything and letting the AFW custodial staff sort out whatever mess is less behind afterwards. Well, Rekka hopes no-one expects her to clean up this mess, especially when she wasn't the one who made it in the first place.

The Little Hellion scrambled off and over the lopsided shopping cart with seething pangs of aches and pains making her efforts anything but seamless. One hand clamping onto another piece of the ring apron in her upward scaling until she'd be unwillingly aided by the inventor snatching her by the collar of her outfit before tuck and rolling her underneath the bottom ropes and back inside the ring. The brawler herself shuffling up to one knee while keeping a focused fixation on Amber re-entering the ring herself. It was an act of chivalry appreciated by Amber's loyal fanbase who applauded her abstinence in resorting to the same level of depraved violence Rekka has by refusing to use any of the bevy of weapons littered all around her and instead taking the fight back inside the ring. Rewarded, unfortunately, by Rekka dashing towards Amber and leaping up to bounce herself off of the middle ropes while hooking her arm around the inventor's neck. The noble grappler Getting Rekt in Rekka's finisher of the same name for a surprise springboard flatliner!!!

In the end, no matter how evil her rival turned out to be, Amber was smart enough to realize that was not only a test to her might and prowess, but to her principles as well. For all her short but intense career the Inventor had believed in being a beacon for fair play, someone kids would put on posters on their walls while smiling, someone who would inspire future the next generation of wrestlers. And in order to do so the Inventor would have to face rivals like Rekka, fighters so wretched that even Amber would feel the temptation of sinking to her level and resort to bad sportswomanship. Having a no holds barred match only made that temptation stronger since nothing would mean disqualification. That was the first time Amber faced a threat like that.

And yet she prevailed. Just when Amber had Rekka at her mercy, all writhing and whimpering under a pile of weapon rubble the Inventor could have used any of those ill-intended objects to finish the redhead and get done with the match, but instead of that Amber had decided to bring her rival back to the arena. In the end the ring was precious and sacred for her and she intended to keep it that way. The people cheered after Amber dragged her rival inside the ring and the Inventor smiled to herself as she held on the ropes while she got inside.

Of course that wasn’t the end of it. Evil always found a way to survive and Rekka wasn’t going to fall so easily. As she got inside the ring, Amber was welcomed by an arm around her neck and a surprise springboard flatliner. Caught by surprise, Amber impacted against the mat and fell limp, the lights dancing and the sounds muffled as she was feeling dizzy from the sudden impact.