Rina Ninoita vs Blue Thunder Mask - Colour Clash

Match Rules - Standard

Rina was waiting in the back for her next match, the yellow wonder had to admit that she was really surprised by how popular she had become since arriving to Tension. It seemed the people had come to really like her enthusiasm and can-do attitude, Rina was given a match booking tonight to face off against a man called Blue Thunder Mask. From what Rina heard about him he was apparently a rather talented fellow with a lot of clout to his name, if Rina could somehow pull one out from under him that would really be an achievement to show her progress!

Dressed in her yellow and pink leotard with matching kneepads and boots Rina got a knock on the door telling her it was go time. Pumping a fist into the air as she stared into the mirror the yellow wonder would sprint her way out the locker room and made her way to the entrance ramp. Before long her theme song known as Double Lariat would be blaring from the speakers and out came the yellow wonder herself!

Smiling broadly Rina would make her way down the ramp, high fiving a few people in the front row before rolling under the bottom rope and standing at attention in her corner. The yellow wonder was keen to get rolling and show what she was capable of!........even if her track record left something to be desired!

Life had a strange way of working out. Ever since coming to Tension he had been wrapped up in some rather unruly backroom politics, the sort that liked to negotiate with tire irons and chains. There was always a chance he would find himself up against people with immoral intentions, egos tended to be big in that squared circle but his ordeal with the Valkyries had been unlike anything he had ever faced. It was grueling, physically and mentally because of the grayness of it all. They hadn’t been irredeemably bad, just misguided in their methods of might makes right. He had faced down their leader at her own game, and with some help had come away their new leader. A guy at the head of a female biker gang. Crazy stuff.

Tonight though he was slipping away from all of that and returning to his roots. Donning the mask, he could put it behind him and focus back on Tension and its rising stars. He was familiar with the recent incidents between the brands and wanted to make sure the actions of a few bad apples didn’t ruin prospects for all the good men and women of the brand who were going about things the right way. As it seemed was the case for the young woman he was facing tonight. He couldn’t find out much about her career, but those he asked about her seemed impressed by her upbeat attitude and general consideration which was always a good sign.

He loved rubbing elbows with the rookie talent and keeping up to date with the happenings of the wrestling scene by those coming over from other brands. As a veteran, it was his duty to usher them in and give them a solid match that didn’t come attached with some of the maliciousness others in the business had. While he wouldn’t go easy, he wasn’t about to pound on the new blood for the sake of padding his resume. Everyone he faced might one day be the next world champ after all.


When the lights began to dim throughout the arena, cheers simmered to a rumbled murmuring. Perhaps this was something more? There was a building sense of tension as nothing played for a long while until finally...

Theme:

Familiar music blazed across the arena eliciting and uproar of cheers as hundreds of people started to rise from their seats, frantically looking about while spotlights centered their attention on the black entry curtains. Those who had seen the Masked wrestler before knew better tahn to look there as they would never open up.

"Kyoto!" The spotlights snapped from the entryway, floating through the crowd at random, as if searching. "I am with you!" Finally the spotlights converged in one spot, far in the back. Blue Thunder Mask sat next to a young couple in the stands who were extacicly snapping photos with their phone.As people saw themselves on the screen and heard his voice the shouted loudly wanting to get on camera. Dressed head to toe in the iconic attire of his namesake, there was only one new addition that stood out like a sore thumb. The crowd exploded to life as all eyes turned to look up towards him, grinning boyishly with mic in hand. A kid dashed up the steps to come meet with him, a Blue Thunder Mask shirt on and a marker in hand. He seemed more than happy to sign the shirt as they chanted his name.

Blue Thunder Mask:

"THUN---DER THUN---DUER... MAAAAAAAAAAASK!"



"THUN---DER THUN---DUER... MAAAAAAAAAAASK!"




"Thank you! I can feel your energy!" Blue Thunder Mask slipped from the seat, reaching down to mess up the young boy’s hair in passing, traversing the steps down to the ringside area slowly. The child followed him for a while until his mother crept in behind to carry them off back to their seat. "Ninoita Rina, you find yourself in the ring against me this night." He nodded to a few fans as he went, pausing again at a metal guardrail that sat beside the stairs that separated the upper levels of the area. "I hope you came prepared for a challenge because all of these fine people came to see one!"

Blue Thunder Mask casual made his way down the main steps, holding his free hand out to receive and deliver some high fives in passing. He was gesturing towards the timekeeper area and to Rina as members of staff scrambled to retrieve a microphone and pass it into the ring to the referee who would offer it to the female wrestler. He came to a stop at the barrier, casually hopping up to precariously balance himself atop it, about eye level with his opponent despite the gap between them. "What do you say? Are you ready to show me what you can do?"

Well Rina didn't have to wait for very long in the grand scheme of things for her opponent to arrive this evening, she was kinda staring into space there to not let her nerves get the best of her. Then the theme music of her opponent blared from the speakers and Rina joined the crowd in looking around there trying to see where the spotlights would take them next, before long however it was made clear that BTM was far in the back of the crowd there with the yellow wonder gazing at him there from afar!

Rina suddenly felt quite small actually now that she thought about it. The yellow wonder gripped the nearby top rope as BTM spoke, she was usually what one could consider an airhead. Often times it was 'in one ear and out the other' with her. But here Rina seemed to listen intently, with an actual look of determination at him as he got closer and closer to the ring. Rina even got handed a microphone there and actually took it. She lifted it to her mouth there and held it for a few seconds before actually speaking.

"You bet I am! Hehe.....its funny. I don't why but.......I kinda feel this sense of deja vu seeing you here. Like.......I've met you before somehow.....And I'm all set to make this one the best I can! Ready when you are!" Rina said as she got on the turnbuckles and saluted the crowd before standing in her corner having dropped the mic down and getting her stance ready, with a look of some semblance of competence to her!

Blue Thunder Mask stood poised on the padded dividers separating the crowd from the ringside area. The crowd at his feet snapping quick pictures or hesitantly reaching out to touch his boots as he watched Rina with a cool stare from behind his mask. He flashed a small smirk when she mentioned their meeting before. It certainly seemed likely. He had been at this for a while now even before signing with Tension. For all he knew Rina had been in the crowd for one of his previous matches. All he knew for certain was that they never had the pleasure of grappling in an AFW ring until now. She had a face he wouldn’t forget.

“Good.” He said simply, dipping for the briefest of moments before launching himself across the gap to land on the outside of the ring apron. He placed a hand on the top rope and vaulted over it effortlessly, landing rather lightly on his boots for someone his size. Blue Thunder Mask handed his microphone over to the referee and then circled the inside of the ring, his eyes not leaving Rina as he took up the corner opposite her. When the referee gestured them in, he walked to the center of the ring and stood proudly. Once the announcer had finished their spiel, he took a step back, lowering himself into a grappling stance where the two could meet practically eye to eye. When the bell rang, he gave his opponent the stage to see how they would open this bout. "Don't hold anything back now, I want to see you at your best."

Well Rina was usually a bundle of energy both inside and outwards in her matches, here? Well call it odd but she was rather seemingly well composed on the outside if her calm-esque expression was anything to go by, on the inside? Well she wasn't afraid, quite the opposite in fact Rina felt like she was elated. Must have been that deja vu again. Still it seemed Rina's response won over the approval of BTM and the ref was making to get this match started and underway, the announcer did their talks which Rina drowned out in place of her confident heartbeat!

Then the yellow wonder would watch BTM as got into the middle of the ring there, then before long the bell ringing overrode Rina's heartbeat and she knew that it was time to go! Rina simply gave a confident nod and made to do what one of the things she did best there.

Which was go running out the gate full sprint! Now usually what happened was Rina ended up tripping over her own feet and stumbling out the block. Here however Rina actually had some competence to her as her legs moved with an air of grace as she tried to leap into the air and attempt to hit BTM with a dropkick right out the gate!

Blue Thunder Mask was ready to tango and it seemed as though his opponent was of a similar mindset. He stood his ground, stoically awaiting their clash, prepared to meet whatever the woman threw at him. When she left the ground though, he thought better of finding out what she was about to do. Part of him had wanted to stand his ground to test her strength but the technician inside him yelled to preserve his strength in the early match.

He followed his instincts, dipping to the side and throwing up an arm, dodging the intended path of the dropkick and swatting out at her boots to further direct her away, deflecting her aim to hit nothing but air. He circled wide, letting her hit the mat but he wouldn't lounge in to capitalize on the moment. He stood by, close, making it clear to Rina that he could have pounced on her if he had desired but was being a bit more sporting about their engagements this early in the match. “You’re rather spry but you’d have to get up pretty early in the morning to catch me sleeping on something like that.”

Rina was running out the gate there keen to try and prove herself, it was almost like she was a different combatant now. The klutz that she was.......somewhat known for being earlier in her career seemed to be put in the back burner there and the yellow wonder tried to nail BTM with a rushing assault out the gate. Still her dropkick was missed there and Rina ended up crashing onto the floor, much like she usually did at the start of her matches come to think of it.

Still when BTM spoke to Rina she looked at him with a smirk, it was one of determination even! "I'm in it to win it BTM!" the yellow wonder would proudly state as she lay there, before swiftly moving to get into a low crouched wrestling position. Rina would then seemingly dive towards BTM looking to attempt a double leg takedown, only to then suddenly raise up her arms and try to deliver a double knife edge chop aimed straight at his muscled chest and attempt to leave a couple of stinging red marks!

He had heard his name abbreviated much throughout the years but it generally boiled down to some variant of two words in the name. Thunder Mask being among the more familiar as it was what his chant normally was among the crowd. Having it condensed to letters alone was something often saved for writing. Articles were very keen on saving ink and called him BTM or just Mask, as if it were a surname. It felt odd to hear Rina call him that, and gave him a momentary thought wondering if this was normal among his younger fans due to social media… as she rose, the crack of her chops against his solid chest snapped away the distracting thoughts of his brand and brought him back to full center in their match.

He had leaned back after the blows but hadn’t been shaken by them. The angry red marks on his skin though showed they had both been impactful. He stepped forward, reaching out with a hand to try and pull Rina completely upright, cocking his other arm back. “Tsh!” He brought it across the air with a whistle, attempting to return the chop to Rina with a hard clap across her bosom. It was a heavy blow, but one he hadn’t put all his weight behind, using this as a metric in which to gauge his opponent's heartiness. If she remained upright, he would hold back on throwing another strike and instead wait for her to have a go, exchanging in a sportsmanlike exchange with his opponent.

Rina was usually one that wasn't doing much in terms of offence in a match, at least right out the gate anyway. But she felt that blow connect! The yellow wonder was making progress at the very least against BTM! Still that exciting revelation was soon followed by her realising that he was still upright and was about to make her feel the pain!

Rina gritted her teeth as he responded in kind! There was a loud, audible slap right across her breasts and they jiggled in response as Rina yelped loudly and hopped to the side like her butt had just been spanked.

Still that fuelled the yellow wonder's drive and excitement to prove herself even further, Rina would bounce from side to side before turning to face BTM with a flustered expression and let out a loud attempt at a warrior battlecry before going back to the well and slapping him back with extra oomph!

Blue Thunder Mask stood by as Rina danced off the sting of his chop. Watching her, he almost felt like hers was one of the most natural reactions to getting clapped so stiffly could be as if it were a playground game between daring friends pushing the limits of schoolyard challenges. It got a small smirk from him, though he tried to hide it, not wanting to seem as though it was a malevolent response to her pain. That wasn’t what he was in this business for.

He waited a few ticks, just to see if Rina would brave the strike contest with him. While she had started it, he had been the one to make the exchange official, waiting his turn for her rebuttal. As she came back in with a warrior’s roar, he straightened up and boldly presented his chest as an easy target, accepting whatever she had to show him. The crack of her palm across his pectorals was loud, a rolling “Oooooooo!” running through the crowd. He grit his teeth, sucking in air through them as the numbing sting worked through his chest. He took this one rather gracefully by comparison to the first, not having been caught out by surprise helped in managing the pain.

He wasted no time in returning his end of their exchange, bringing back a hand over his shoulder and swinging it down in a wide arch to clap her back with a gorilla palm style chop, aiming to strike her at the top of her chest. “Ossu!” If she took the blow the sound alone was like a gunshot running out through the arena. Unlike the first one though, he put everything he had into this one, making it far more devastating than the first. Once they had begun the contest, he aimed to finish it in earnest. If not to stay true to giving Rina his all, then to spare his chest a week's recovery from exchanging chops with her for ten minutes.