Alizeh Midori vs Mika Murasame: Climbing the Ranks

Alizeh had been in a few scraps in high school, usually with girls exactly like Mika, arrogant, haughty, conniving and cruel. The type of person she hated most in the world so it was no wonder she and Mika had started the bout off as they had. Really it was just something of a miracle Alizeh had managed to counter what she could of the girl's less than fair offense. Eventually this lead to a full blown cat fight brawl between the two girl which forced the ref to come in and separate both in order to try and establish some degree of decorum and civility in the match between them. Something that Alizeh needed after having the back of her head smashed into the mat roughly by Mika.

"Ngh... bitch." Alizeh mumbled to herself as she sat up and saw the girl getting into it with the ref before turning her back on the woman completely and... leaving? Flabbergasted for a moment Alizeh would sit up and get to her feet, looking at the ref with a confused expression before turning to look at Mika as she walked up the ramp, seemingly dead set on abandoning the bout! "Hey!" Alizeh shouted after her, trying to get the woman to stop but having no luck, something that made Alizeh's blood boil as she exited the ring and began making her way up the ramp herself, the fans cheering following her as stormed up the ramp at a brisk pace to try and catch Mika before she fully got away. "Hey I said we're not done yet!" Alizeh snapped as she caught up to Mika and reached out to grab her shoulder in an attempt to stop her from walking out on the match!

"Motherfuckin' ref may as well borrow my lipstick if she's be gonna kissin' up to this green-haired twat all day. TOTES PAID OFF!!! #Cheatskate#FixIsIn."

As expected whenever life presents difficult challenges and strenuous hardships...searching for excuses to outright bail from the situation entirely or shift the blame/workload onto others was Mika's instinctual snap reaction. Often times in high school she'd pay off some poindexters to do her assignments or even offer certain afterschool favors to her lonely-hearted professors in exchange for straight A's. In this particular instance Mika was implementing numerous strategies via seemingly abandoning her AFW contractual responsibilities while already setting off rapid-fire tweets defending her cowardly decision-making by spreading scandalous rumors and unsubstantiated claims of Alizeh having the referee in her pocketbook as she traipsed her way back up the ramp.

That very same pin-stripped official now beginning to count Mika out and was now up to three in her bellowed numbering. In actuality, Mika was steaming with frustration over how Alizeh was managing to tough it out through all of the Gyaru's Gal's deceptive tactics and clawed cat-fighting. Being unaccustomed to not getting her way through immediate satisfaction was one definite negative to signing up for this wrestling federation...or rather, it was just gonna take more creative approaches to get exactly what she wants. Mika having closed Twitter on her cell phone and was now using it's reverse camera lens to spy Alizeh marching up on her from behind. The second Alizeh would place her hand on Mika's shoulder she'd be punted square in the breadbasket after the gyaru gal twirled herself around."Aww, ya want me back that bad, baby?~..." Mika sneered before hooking Ali's arms behind her and hefting her vertical in a double underhook DDT onto the steel ramp.

Alizeh was beyond annoyed right now. Mika's attitude and deceptive tactics were all major icks she had when it came to opponents, and people in general. Now just when things were looking like they could go onto really getting the bout going this bitch was up and leaving! Of course Alizeh could simply let her do so and take the easy count out victory. But she'd be damned if she took a win as cheap as that. Approaching her opponent from behind and grabbing her shoulder Alizeh intended to bring the brat back to the ring...

Only for the green haired girl to get hit right in the gut by her opponent! "Gahhh!" Alizeh groaned out in pain, gasping from the move as the air exited her lungs and nearly getting taken off her feet from the blow. Naturally this in turn meant Alizeh was unable to do anything from stopping her foe from taking advantage of the cheap shot by hooking her arms and taking the green haired girl up over head and spiking her head hard into the cold, metallic floor floor with a majorly painful ddt! 'AGHHHH!" Screaming in pain from the impact Alizeh's hands immediately went to her cranium, holding it while rolling on the floor, unable to do anything else after that move!

Mika's true intentions being unveiled in one seamless series of actions, all beginning with Alizeh getting her breadbasket caved in by Mika's boot with nothing but steel flooring to cushion the plummeting impact of the double underhook DDT. The Gucci Gal sitting beside her languishing foe with a smug smirk and raising her hands into a "L" shape and mouthing it's meaning for a nearby cameraman. The fashionable snake in the grass that she was having orchestrated every phase of her deceptive plan to allow her an opportunity to capitalize on an unsuspecting adversary thinking she was actually retreating. Like, as if~…An exceptionally rare demonstration of actual ingenuity on Mika's part, dishonest and unprincipled though it was.

"Legit can't believe you fell for that~...But you were right when you said we ain't done yet, skank." Mika uttered with snarky contempt as she arose back to her feet, afterwards reaching down to clasp onto the Alizeh's green hair as a fulcrum to haul the disgruntled competitor off the floor. A tightened headlock clamped onto her cranium as the dueling pair strolled back towards the ring to the disdainful booing of the surrounding audience. Ali tucked and rolled back inside the ring as the referee halted her counting. Mika positioning herself on the ring apron in a crouched backward stance, awaiting the chance for her adversary to arise and turn in her direction with Mika vaulting through the ropes in a attempted slingshot spear for Ali's abdomen.

Alizeh had fallen for Mika's deceit hook line and sinker. The Gucci Girl's retreat from the ring infuriating the green haired girl and pushing her to chase her foe to stop her. Unfortunately leaving her totally open for Mika to lay into Alizeh with a blow to the breadbasket, knocking the wind out of tanned girl and making it easy for her to be dropped down on her head onto the floor, stunning her completely and leaving her unable to do much as she was then lifted up by her emerald tresses. "Ngh.." Groaning weakly as she was dragged down the ramp and back towards the ring like Alizeh had originally wanted, only nowhere near the way she had wanted.

Thrown back into the ring by her opponent Alizeh would roll limply into the ring. "Damn..." Alizeh mumbled to herself, getting her hands under her and pushing up, trying to bring herself up to feet in a effort to at least get in position to defend herself against any further attacks from Mika who... surprisingly hadn't followed her into the ring.. Which would become apparent once Alizeh did finally get to her feet only to be victim to Mika as the woman shot herself forward, driving her shoulder into Alizeh's stomach and taking the emerald haired girl down to the mat with a hard impact! "GAH!" Alizeh cried out in pain, her legs flopping up as she hit the mat before falling back down to the mat.

Mika always did have an enthralling penchant for having hot guys and obnoxious geekwads pursuit her whenever she spurned their advances. Alizeh comfortably being filed into the latter category in The Gucci Gal's eyes after tricking the green-haired grappler into chasing her down the rabbit hole into a swift gut kick and being dunked onto the metallic surface of the ramp. All the booing fans around the arena could cry her a fucking river for all she cared considering her deceitful tactics were earning her massive dividends in the end, such as having the opportunity to cream this uptight loser in the breadbasket with her slingshot spear from outside the ring.

"Aww, whasaamattah baby? I thought you wanted tah bring me back into the ring?" Mika condescendingly remarked with a babying tone of voice and pouting lips whilst still knelt besides her languishing adversary, who in all likelihood was too winded or rattled to respond. And if that were the case, maybe she'd be unable to circumvent a sudden matchbook pin attempt as well. Mika tucking Alizeh into a huddled over ball with her foe's backside upturned and legs dangling in the air, the referee sliding into position to make sure Ali's shoulders were on the canvas...but in the meantime the official was completely unaware that Mika's ankles were hooked over the middle ropes for illegal leverage!!!

"1!"

Alizeh was in major pain right now. Mika's damn diversion tactic to get her outside the ring had worked and Alizeh was caught flush with all the woman's offense as a result. Forced to roll back into the ring only to be met with another round of offense that left her breathless Alizeh could only writhe on the mat in pain, unable to even fully listen to, let alone respond to Mika's belittling words. 'Damn it.' Alizeh thought to herself before her body was folded up and over itself in a matchbook pin! 'Shit!' Alizeh thought as she opened her eyes, spotting from her vantage Mika's legs on the ropes for leverage which would be a problem as far as kicking out went, not that the ref was able to tell.

"2!!"

Cursing and knowing she had to do something lest she lose to such a underhanded strategy Alizeh would suck in a breath before twisting her upper body to the side. Moving one arm up and over while twisting as much as possible to get her shoulder off the mat and hopefully carry the rest of body to follow suit in order to dislodge Mika from her pin position, or at least secure her survival in this match.

Even though flagrant deception has been the name of Mika's game up until this point in the match, the Gucci Gal was being earnestly truthful when she mentioned having better things to do with her precious time than babysit this emerald haired twat all night. So taking some extra shortcuts here and there to ensure an already inevitable pinfall victory was just smart business in her book. Mika's natural flexibility becoming exceptionally useful not only in the bedroom, but in securing an intensely leveraged pinning predicament that earned the ire of the surrounding audience but was undone by Alizeh all the same.

Mika sucking her teeth in irritation as she twisted to the side, the referee noticing one of her legs still briefly dangling over the middle rope and issuing her a warning whom Mika promptly flipped the bird to. "Tch, whatevs. Guess you want our lil' love session to go on longer. Whaddya say we take our time with this then? One way or another I'mma make you weak in the knees when you think of me, bae..."" Mika savagely remarked before taking Ali's legs and crossing them over the other, than weighing them down beneath Mika's shin. The brattish mallrat pressing down on Ali's knees for her "Leg Spreader" submission, shameful to endure but delightful to apply.

Alizeh had managed to kick out of Mika's pinfall attempt. Something that was far more difficult than it should have been thanks to the shenanigans on the outside. Left on her side from the force of her kick out Alizeh panted, trying to think of what she could do to turn things around, but what she needed most was time to recover and think. Time Mika was determined to not give her. "With the way you're talking... I'd almost say you're into me." Alizeh breathed out cheekily to Mika before her legs where grabbed and twisted under the mall rat's own before coming down, forcing Alizeh's legs apart and making her limbs hurt all in one burst! "Aghhhhh!" Alizeh cried out in pain, thrashing about, a blush creeping its way on her face as camera flashes began going off with her legs forced apart, temporarily only able to take the pain and humiliation from Mika!

Deterred but scarcely dispirited after having her duplicitous pin attempt circumvented, this gangsta girl went straight back to hustlin' by criss-crossing Alizeh's ankles beneath Mika's shin and practically make the Emerald Storm spread dem legs for her. Flashing photographers and gawking onlookers taking in not only the scene of Ali practically offerin' it up to Mika, but of the Gucci Gal's genuine wrestling skills being exercised on the talented greenhorn from outta nowhere. "Psh, soundin' more like wishful thinkin' tah me. You ain't slick, Ali-Z. Don't think I didn't spot you checkin' me out the second I started walkin' down that ramp. You been fittin' to taste this eye candy ever since, Bay~..." Mika sultrily spoke until opting to unlatch Ali's ankles but waste little time in intertwining their legs together into a split-legged grapevine submission with hands settled on her foe's shoulders. Ali's flexibility and tolerance for embarrassment tested further considering all camera lens were now directed towards the dual up-skirt showcase between the pairing, the smirking mallrat sending a puckered air-kiss down at the Emerald Storm to further her rent-free living space in Alizeh's head.