Rekka Aizawa vs. Amber Addison - True Grit

Expecting what should have been a torrential downpour of battering and blood gashing weaponry, Rekka was just as dumbfounded as anyone when she instead found herself shuffled underneath the bottom rope and back within the squared circle. She was helpless as a newborn kitten and here The Inventor was being the noble and virtuous heroine. Even after all of the cheap-shotting shenanigans and backstabbing treachery Rekka had tortured Amber with. She was earnestly wondering if Amber had forgotten that this was a hardcore match, not the same rinky-dink cream-puff matches she'd probably excelled at. In the end, Rekka came to the realization that life was all about choices. Amber chose to adhere to her honorable principles and become a wholesome inspiration to her impressionable fandom...and Rekka chose to spit right in her wholesome face by cramming that same face into the ring canvas at Mach 10.

Rekka huffing out a deep breath as she lethargically sauntered back up to her feet, wiping some sweat from her brow that was partly due to her exhaustion but mainly from worrying that she had lost control of the match for a minute there. "Whew...look who has some fight in her after all. Too bad that you're too much of a puss to wail into me when you had the chance, otherwise you wouldn't be kissing the canvas right now after Gettin Rekt, girlfriend~..." Rekka sneered through her pearly whites as she arrogantly planted her boot on the back of Amber's head, afterward dragging the Inventor's dead weight back to the middle of the ring by tugging on her right arm before letting her flop. Rekka than settling that pert tush of hers on the small of Amber's spine and hooking her arms over the Hellion's knees before cupping her chin as she settles into her Rough Rider camel clutch submission. Cinching it in tight, but taking the time to mush Amber's cheeks into a degrading kissy face for the fun of it.

Looking at it in retrospective that had been a crucial moment in the match. It hadn’t been as decisive as the match’s finishing move but it had been pretty important when looking at the narrative lying under all that flashy show. Amber had been offered a choice and she followed her instincts and principles. She could have seeked the quick solution, getting any of Rekka’s weapons from the rascal’s cart of destruction and using it to make the match go her way and even get that win that would mean a lot against someone like Rekka, but that would have made Amber steep low and become someone like Rekka if only for some minutes and she wasn’t willing to ignore her principles like that. In the end she would take the long, righteous way and defeat that rascal in a fair way.

Even if that mindset was a commendable one from a moral perspective and the crowd was fully supporting the inventor, it only got Amber in a dire situation as she Got Rekt. Surprised and dazed by the impact Amber writhed until she noticed something going on, a grip locking under her chin and even mushing her face in a macabre grimace as the camel clutch was locked! Crying in pain as her body was bent to a point Amber thought she would snap and her face was being contorted in a silly and humiliating way, the Inventor desperatedly clawed against the mat in search for the ropes, but they were properly placed in the center of the ring so a rope break wasn’t an option there.

The pain on Amber’s back was starting to go from a serious thing to an actual threat to her prospects in the match. For the first time, tapping out became an option. The Inventor was getting desperate and maybe, maybe in Rekka she had found her match, someone devious enough to find a way to break her. No, it wouldn’t end like that. With a groan of exertion and frustration, Amber tried her best to shift their balance in order to make that hold a little more bearable. She just needed some space to breathe and formulate a new plan.

Whatever life-changing lesson, or foundation breaking epiphany, or morality challenging insight that Amber was going to ultimately learn from this match...all could have been ascertained if she simply chatted Rekka up backstage one day. Sheeet, Rekka would have doled out this pearl of wisdom free of charge and without the Inventor having to get punked out like this and made to look like the loser dweeb she is. In this business, virtuous and idealistic saps who blather on about saying their prayers and eating their vegetables are just cannon fodder for the ladies with an actual killer instinct. For outright badasses, like Rekka, who take whatever shortcut they can to win and attain great satisfaction from bashing the fuck out of pure-minded dolts, like Amber. It's why the Little Hellion is the one with all of the winning momentum and is sitting pretty atop the downed inventor, currently getting her spine realigned while having her face scrunched to look like a mush-lipped goober for the camera guy at ringside so she can suffer the embarrassing indignity while actually suffering at the same time.

"Awww, lookit the big hero now~...Ya gonna start cwwyin now before ya tap, huh? Well I hope you hang tight and don't submit just yet, cause hearing that sweet squealin voice of yours is music to my ears. Yer even startin to get my engines revvin, lady~..." Rekka snarled out with a malicious sneer, cupping Amber's chin in between having her facials contorted for her own sadistic thrill in the viciously applied camel clutch. Her backside scooting upward to further torque Amber's spine backward and test out her adversaries flexibility, but the referee's admonishment for the illegal facial attacks and the Inventor's own rebellious maneuverings compelled her to abandon the clutch with an emphatic shove back down of Amber's upper body. Afterward taking her time in strolling around to face the languishing fan-favorite before hauling her back up to her feet by her auburn locks. Rekka adopting a mock brawling stance before proceeding to pelt and thwack Amber several times in a clear imitation of her earlier barrage. All to massive boos before once again kissing her knuckled fist for the kayo punch of her patented Kiss Goodnight Combination~...

Amber had a very clear idea of what she had to do concerning that match and her rival. For some time the Inventor had found her convictions shaken as she was facing a rival beyond redemption. She had been presented to a quick and easy path, one that would have gotten her hands stained with dishonorable and unsportswomanship means, but after some struggle she managed to turn her back on any treacherous movement. If she was going to win, heck, WHEN she won that match she would do it with fair play and showing the superiority of playing by the rules.

In the end, Rekka’s own devious tactics would be her downfall. The redhead could have just kept going with that powerful camel clutch until Amber had no other exit but to tap, but instead the redhead had to have her fun by messing with the Inventor’s face to the point she got reprimanded by the referee and forced to break a submission hold that could have easily been her way to victory. As she was being hauled back on her feet Amber started feeling that she had read every single page of Rekka’s book. The redheaded hellion was still a force to reckon and a dangerous fighter, but even if she tried her best to look unpredictable the Inventor thought she could read her now. Yes, the situation might look dire on Amber, but now she knew what to do.

Making good use of the situation, Rekka decided to keep her punishing strategy going with some beating. This wasn’t the first time Amber was facing that barrage of hits and that precisely gave the Inventor the insight of what was coming. Rekka was now easy to read for her: after the series of quick weaker strikes would come a big, really slow one aimed at destroying her. “Just… now!!”, thought Amber just instants before ducking and noticing a punch that would have meant goodnight for her just going milimeters above her. Using the momentum she got while ducking Amber twisted her body to gain even more strength and launch a counter attack in the form of a powerful superkick aiming at Rekka’s face!

Rekka subscribed to the self-help theory that in order to lead a healthy and prosperous life, you have to love what you do for a living. And Oh Dear, was she ever enjoying the hell out of this particular part of her job. Putting the screws to the air-headed aviator, downright out-wrestling her, and making her look like a mush-mouthed jabroni in the process were malicious delights beyond compare. The whites of her teeth showing as she smiled depravedly from overhearing Amber's agonized wailing into the night from the spine-torquing camel clutch, a shiver of her own trailing up her back from envisioning just how much of a miserable dweeb the Inventor must appear to her adoring fans. Embarrassing Amber for now took precedence over all else at the moment, including going for what more experienced wrestlers would have attempted, which was a pinfall. One that Rekka had a decent shot of attaining if she had merely capitalized right after nailing Amber with her finisher. But whatever. Rekka knew she had this one in the bag, so why cut short her fun? After hauling the sad sack of an Inventor back up to her unstable legs, Rekka opted to conclude matters how they started.

The Little Hellion suddenly going into her mock boxing stance, fists clenched and light on her feet, before beginning to batter her adversary's face with thwacking baps for strikes in a clear callback to the beginning of the match when Amber learned not to trust everyone who offers you a friendly pre-match handshake. Of course Amber was defenseless like the wimpish boxing bag Rekka assumed she'd be before ultimately and theatrically winding up for the one hit kayo that would be served up with an extra dash of pepper. She was already envisioning her hand being victoriously raised over a comatose Inventor now having to kick rocks and take her sorry bubble butt backstage~...when the little dweeb somehow dodged the undodgeable!!! Rekka losing her balance after stumbling forward a step, but immediately turned around into a jaw-thwacking superkick with a cracking impact that echoed through out and whipped the biker's head back with spittle sent flying. For now she somehow remained balanced on her tip toes until her legs started quivering like jelly before she eventually collapsed backward into a spread-eagled state of semi-consciousness.

The current situation felt like a culminating point to some kind of hidden narrative to that night’s match. Amber had approached the night with her carefree approach to her rival. Even if she wanted that win and was always competitive the Inventor was also mostly open to engage in friendly conversation with any rival she had, and it had been like that all along her blooming career. That night everything changed when she faced Rekka in combat. Now all her principles were being tested in a trial of fire. That rival was devious and wicked beyond any redemption, but what did that mean for Amber? After all the terrible moves she had endured, the thought of paying Rekka with the same coin was oh so tempting for the Inventor as the redheaded rascal was now lying motionless and completely open.

But then Amber noticed something. It was the crowd chanting her monicker. “Inventor! Inventor! Inventor!” That moment touched her deeply, feeling that connection with her public, feeling their support and using it to fuel herself even when it looked like she was exhausted. In the end, the righteous would find a way to prevail no matter what, and the people would side with those who play by the rules. Amber only had to remain true to herself and everyone would flock towards her to cheer for her in her moments of weakness.

“Come on, everybody!”, Amber started rousing the people while she went to one corner. “Let’s end this with style!” The truth was that Amber had too much and was feeling the strain, but if she managed to connect one more move it would be over. Getting on her feet on the second rope, Amber looked at the weakened Rekka before screaming: “Leg Propulsors Mk.II!!!!!” Taking off, Amber would make a decent but modest flight towards her rival before falling on top of her with a split legdrop before hooking one of Rekka’s legs in a pinning maneuver.

“ONE!”

Rekka always knew she was a badass superstar in the making, although at the moment she may be mistaking her potential stardom for the literal stars currently spiraling around her head and winking in and out of her blurry-eyed vision. Whenever she could actually make them out amidst the rooflights above as she remained as splayed out as a child attempting to make snow angels for the first time but not quite understanding the concept. The last thing Rekka could vaguely remember was being on the cusp of popping that bootleg Doc Brown right in the jaw for another one of her patented K.O. punches when all of suddenly she caught a flashing glimpse of the bottom of Amber's boot...and that's about it. Safe to say Rekka could piece together the rest of this mystery from there, but fuck did she not expect that pint-sized dweeb to pack that much of a wallop. A few attempts at rising back up amounted to little more than her crimson-haired head bobbing up and down.

*...smarmy punk...bet she thinks...she's got the best of me...gonna take that virtuous puke, and smash her freaking head through a window...* Thoughts of revenge were maliciously abounding as soon once Rekka started becoming cognizant of her surroundings once again. All of her bitter hatred towards such a morally righteous vanguard for truth, justice, fair-play and all that crap were what was compelling onward, not even winning so much as seeing the people's champion's face swathed in blood. Preferably begging for mercy while trapped in a submission, but Rekka would be satisfied with just the swathed in blood part. Unfortunately, those same people were cheering their hearts out for their stalwart heroine, feeding her their applauding support in their hopes that she could vanquish the unscrupulous biker girl. "The fuck she jus say?-" Rekka muttered before being creamed underneath the Inventor's thigh for a split leg-drop that made her whole body spasm before slumping back down, fatigued face murmuring into the back of Amber's thigh as the pin count continued uninterrupted!!

"2!!"

Of course Amber was in the middle of an instant that was something way more relevant to the Inventor’s career than what she could realize at the moment, but being caught up in the middle of the action wasn’t the best possible scenario to begin disquisitions on the nature of oneself. Instead, what Amber needed was to focus all her attention on the task at hand since it wasn’t a pushover at all, but it was proving to be a pretty intense learning experience. Up to that point the Inventor had been bruised and battered, pushed to her limits to the point she would have sworn she was losing the match at least a couple of times that night, and maybe that wouldn’t have been that bad if only it had been against someone else, but not against Rekka. No, that redheaded rascal wasn’t going to get a good ending that night and it wouldn’t matter if Amber was running on fumes, she would get the job done.

Even if that was true there was also a dark shadow lingering inside Amber’s mind. She had been passionate about wrestling since the very moment she was capable of watching her father’s matches, and that love for wrestling haven’t been tested as it was being right now. Amber knew pretty well that there were nasty heels in wrestling, but seeing them from the other side of the TV it looked like good was always going to prevail. Now that she was feeling the pain that evil could cause her resolve to win was big, but there was also great fear of what losing against that kind of rival might mean. There was a need to defeat Rekka in order to show everyone that Rekka’s practices were completely out of place, but what if she lost? What could happen to her love for wrestling if every rival she faced was as mean as this woman?

Those thoughts raced through Amber’s mind as she maintained the pinning maneuver, the Inventor gritting her teeth in a titanic effort. “Just a little more...”, Amber needed to reassure herself in order not to lose her grip on Rekka’s hooked leg.

“THREE!”

With the bell ringing in a signal of the match’s end Amber released her rival. She felt happy but also frustrated. She couldn’t even get on her feet as she remained kneeling as the ref almost dragged her on her feet raising her hand as the victor. The crowd exploded in cheers for her and that was exactly what she needed. She didn’t feel happy enough to celebrate, but knowing that people still believed in her and in the good ways in wrestling made her mind at ease. She respectfully bowed to the stands as a sign of gratitude for that night’s support feeling her eyes tearing.