Where's the script?! - Remy Mousse (D) vs Rebecca Owens

Match type: Standard

"För helvete, where is the damn script?", Remy bickered to herself. She had figured the AFW wanted to test out her skills in the first match, but an improvised match was still a lot to ask. Sure, wrestlers always improvised, but they still followed a certain structure. Completely improvised matches tended to either boring the audience to death, or worse, cause serious injuries. Remy had once witnessed two overenthusiastic jocks managing to commit both sins, as one of them broke his leg, and the audience seemed to get more enjoyment from heckling "YOU CAN'T WRESTLE" at them. Remy had shivers at the thought of it happening now. However, all was not lost. Remy still had time to come up with some kind of a structure, so the match wouldn't end in a catastrophe. Taking out her notebook, she started scribbling down some ideas, going over things that could go wrong, and what moves were spectacular but safe to do.

"Ayy, what's up, champ?", Remy suddenly heard behind her. It was a laid-back-looking male member of the staff, "I just popped in to inform you, that your turn is in five minutes."
"Ah, good timing. Come here for a second", Remy requested bluntly. "What can you tell about the girl I'm performing with tonight. What's her forte?"
"Last minute research, eh? Heh, a bit careless on your debut", the man chastised her. "Your opponent's Rebecca Owens. You could practically call her a giant. She could lift you up like a pillow and slam you to the centre of the Earth."
"Hmm, a powerhouse? Perfect, this'll be easy then!", Remy exclaimed as she finalised her notes and had a last look at her attire.

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"That's the spirit, no need to even hear about the weaknesses! Go get her, champ!", the man chuckled and high-fived Remy, as she ran to the wrestler's queue area.
"Oh, and one more thing!", Remy shouted at the man. "Next time, get your boss to give me the script in time!"


The lights' dimmed, as the announcer climbed into the ring. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a standard-rules match. Introducing first! Making her debut tonight! Billed from Stockholm, Sweden... She's been called the most powerful mouse of the World... REMY! MOUSSE!"

Lights flickered, as Why Can't We Be Friends by WAR began playing.

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Remy soon emerged from behind the curtains, jumping up and down on the estrade while showing V-signs with her hands. She then skipped down the ramp and into the ring, occasionally giving high-fives to children. When she finally jumped into the ring, she climbed a cornerpost and flexed at the audience, screaming "MOUSE POWER!" from the top of her lungs. "I definitely need to rethink my catchphrase", Remy thought to herself, as she stripped her cape and crystal.

Sometimes Rebecca wondered if her lot in life was just to be a test to determine the strength of new members to the league (not a bad gig considering she herself was still relatively new). It seemed to her that every other match she did was against some new person to the league and she wondered if that was coincidence or not. That also meant she went into many of these matches blind.

This time however she manged to get a glimpse of the girl who was to be her opponent, a smaller girl with steel blue Hair and what looked to be a mouse theme with her outfit. Immediately her cute senses were active and she had to stop her self from squealing like a schoolgirl. The girl seemed to be talking to one of the stage hands about something, she did not really try to listen in but she definitely heard the word script before the mouse girl who the announcer introduced as Remy bounded down to the ring.

Shortly after the music switch from contemporary to the ancient Frankish War song and she exploded out onto the stage, the crowd cheering as the Warrior made her way down to the ring, giving her warcry before entering the ring. She gave one last Warrior's salute to the audience (her promise to the audience to fight with all her power) before turning to face Remy.

Remy had to admit, Rebecca was a fairly impressive woman. Muscular and tall, the woman was truly built like a giant. Which was almost too perfect for the match Remy had been planning in her head. She had to force her facial muscles to stop grinning.
"Okay, get your head together. I'm a little mouse. She's a giant warrior. Act scared and meek, like a little mouse", she recited to herself. This was just too exciting. Thankfully, Rebecca's fierce warcry returned her back to the stage, and Remy continued her act. She made her face look astounded and walked restlessly around her cornerpost. Sometimes, like a cartoon character being threatened by a huge bully, she sobbingly stared at the audience to sign with her hands about the height differences between them. When Rebecca made her declaration, Remy looked like she was ready to burst into crying. In truth, Remy enjoyed Rebecca's warrior motif, as it reminded her of her old Nordic federations.

When the referee called Remy and Rebecca for the handshake, she hesitantly walked to the centre of the ring. When their hands finally met, she suddenly twitched like Rebecca's hand pressure was too strong at first.
"Hey, I like the warrior theme", Remy whispered like she was sobbing, "I know this is not be an easy job for either of us, so let's be safe, alright?"
After the handshake, Remy essentially speedwalked back to her cornerpost, sometimes looking back, and then leaned on it.

When the bell rang, she began approaching Rebecca, raising her hands for an invitation to a Test of Strength. If Rebecca would accept this, Remy would pull out before their hands met, speedwalk back to her cornerpost and shout "A moment, please?" to Rebecca. Remy would then drop to her knees, cross her hands for a prayer, and sobbingly mumble the Lord's Prayer. When she would be done, she would jump to her feet, shout "Come on!" to the audience, and start clapping her hands together to get them do the same. Then with a chorus of claps, Remy would stomp her feet to the rhythm two times, and nervously walk up for the actual test of strength this time. She would let Rebecca push her to her knees, until putting more pressure to try and get the test go the other way.

When the two met in the center of the ring Rebecca again had to stop herself from going all gaga over the adorable girl with the mouse motiff. Outwardly she played the tough girl but inwardly and in her private life she absolutely loved cute and adorable (in fact there was a small pile of stuffed animals on her bed that she slept with.) It had been a problem early on in her career but she had (mostly) been able to keep it all under control since then.

Rebecca would nod upon hearing Remy's words as well. "Thank you, your mouse theme is certainly one I have never seen before. And I don't know how safe this is going to be, but I'll at least try not to injure you." At first Rebecca was concerned for the girl. She seemed to wince, even though her grip was firm but not hard. Then the other theatrics began. As she watched first before the bell, then as they were about to lock up most of her mind was just repeating "what the hell?" In the confusion however a small seed began to take root, buried in the confusion and the overwhelming cuteness. That seed was doubt, you don't stay married to one who calls himself the Cheatmaster without learning at least some of the tricks.

Still that was all in the back of her head. Once they locked up again...for real this time she pushed as hard as she could, getting her to her knees. Once she felt that extra resistance, she would then reverse gears, pulling Remy up into her arms before going for a belly to belly suplex

Rebecca was certainly putting a lot of pressure into the test. A loppot of pressure. Although Remy had intended to let Rebecca push her onto her knees, it was weird seeing her go this hard. When her knees hit the mat, Remy began pushing back, hoping that Rebecca would get the hint. Instead, she suddenly felt herself be yanked into Rebecca's embrace, and was only able to let out an eep before feeling herself be drived into the mat by her much larger opponent. Although Remy felt herself a bit dazed, she soon rolled away from her opponent, and raised herself to a crouching position.
"Didn't I just tell her to be safe?", Remy thought to herself, "should've warned me if she wanted to do a suplex."
Remy had been the target of belly-to-bellies before, but usually she would have helped her opponent a bit by jumping a bit with her ankles. Rebecca was truly a real powerhouse for being able to effortlessly lift and slam Remy. However, there was no time to sit around wondering about. Remy figured that perhaps Rebecca wanted to do some more suplexes, and sprang back to her feet. She charged at Rebecca, widened her arms a bit to make it easier to grab her torso, and braced for an impact. When she ould be on the ground again, Remy would repeat and charge for a second time.

The suplex went off without a hitch, of course Rebecca was stronger than average and the size difference helped. As she was rising to her feet she saw Remy Running towards her again her arms outstretched and again she would grab for another Belly to belly suplex. The same thing happened again and for a third time Rebecca easily picked her up and threw her with ease. However each suplex would be not as hard as she could have done for the simple reason that she still found Remy adorable and did not want to hurt her. The actions did confuse her however, and she resolved to ask her about it after the match. If Remy was still on the mat after the third one Rebecca would attempt to go for the pin here, planting her weight right on top and hooking the leg.

Just as Remy had thought earlier, Rebecca continued her great suplexes. As Remy had now braced herself for the suplexes, they felt much easier to receive. She could hear the audience cheer everytime Rebecca drove her to the ground, which affirmed Remy that repeating the same move always works to bring more out of the audience. When Rebecca drove her to the ground for the third time, Remy laid spread-eagled on the mat.
"Rule of three", she repeated, panting, in her mind, "Three moves are always a good number in one set."
Remy's earlier sprinting had left her a bit winded, so this was a good moment to catch some breath.

Like Rebecca was reading Remy's mind, she soon covered her for a pin, which Remy kicked out of after the ref had counted 'one'. She rolled away from Rebecca towards the ropes, while giving a pained look on her face. When Remy reached the ropes, she used them to climb back to her feet, back turned towards her larger opponent, leaving herself wide open for attacks from behind. If Rebecca decided to utilise this position, Remy would try to struggle a bit, but ultimately let Rebecca make her next move.

Surely this had to be a trap...there was no way that this girl would leave herself that open to attacks this many times. There had to be some sort of trick or plan...or maybe she really was that green. Who know but either way Rebecca would move cautiously forward to grab Remy by her arm and hurl her to the other side of the ring. When she bounced back towards her she would use the forward moment to catch her and lift her for a devastating facebuster.

What was taking her so long? Remy was practically offering herself on a silver plate. The audience has a short attention span, so the next move has to come ASAP. Remy was starting to get worried that Rebecca might be unsure of what to do.
"Jävla, I can't keep leaning on the ropes like a dead fish. I better turn around and.... "

Remy suddenly felt herself be flipped around by Rebecca, and flinged to the opposing ropes. Like a boomerang, Remy bounced back towards Rebecca. "All right, after this move I guess I could implicate a switch in role-" Remy couldn't finish her thought. Without implication, Rebecca grabbed her head and drove her down to the mat, face first. Only her reflexes, honed after years of training,  enabled her to slam her hands on the mat to absord the most dangerous force of the impact. Still, the move was awesome indeed, as Remy felt her face and head ache like it had been slammed by a sledgehammer.
"För helvete, she's either a complete amateur or she's for... real?"
Remy had the weirdest thought, what if she was signed to a combat-wrestling federation. No, of course not, she can't be for real. Why on earth would she have been contacted by that kind of a federation? She was an entertainer, not a fighter. What an absolutely silly thought.
"Jävla, this hurts. Get your head back in the game before you botch this.", she chastised herself.

Remy rose to her knees and quickly crawled on her all-fours towards the cornerpost. When she noticed Rebecca closing in on her, she quickly turned around to a sitting position, raised her hand to stop Rebecca." Stop, not yet! Don't hit me", she yelled while trying to motion the handsign with her other hand - two taps on the mat and holding her head first and back second. Usually, those wrestlers in "sports entertainment" would probably understand this signal that she's going to hit them on the head and the back. Remy then rolled out of the ring, and vanished underneath it.

After grabbing the chair, Remy realised that she could win some cutesy points with some shenanigans. She first appeared on the opposite side of the ring, with only her mouse ears visible to those on the other side. Like a cartoon mouse, she then vanished again, only to appear on the neighbouring side. And again, she disappeared and reappeared on the opposing side. This time, however, she stayed to peek at her opponent, trying to invite her to approach.

Would Rebecca approach her, Remy would use the chair to strike her head in a surprise attack. After that, she would slide back into the ring, and slam Rebecca's backside with the chair.

After the facebuster Rebecca had a weird notion about the match, but she shoved it aside. Never one for flash and showmanship, she had only ever been interested in combat wrestling. The other side held no appeal to her. However if she had she might have recognized the signals she was getting from Remy. As it was, Rebecca was stalled again by the frankly adorable display. That paused her just long enough for Remy to slip out and begin her little game of mouse. Each time she popped up and disappeared Rebecca became less cute focused and more frustrated until she thought she had her.

WHAM!!!!!! A hard metal item came out of nowhere to collid with her head causing her to fall back, roaring in pain. That roar would shift to a scream as her back to the full brunt of what she now knew was a metal chair. She fell to her knees holding her back and glaring around...determined to break now that damned rodent.