Rock Star Showdown! Ash vs. Shiki!

Standard Match
One fall
Victory Condition: First successful pin or submission of the opponent

Motorhead's In the Black exploded over the loudspeakers of the AFW arena as Trudy "Ash" Paxton strutted out from back stage, greeted by a hail of pyro and applause from the audience. A wild grin on her face, lazily shaking a can of beer in her hand. She slowly stepped down stage, throwing up horns to the crowd before finally making a show of cracking open the can of beer, only to have it explode in foam and slip out of her hand. "Ah! Dammit!" It bounced from hand to hand a couple times, evading Ash's attempt to recover it, before clanging to the ground, spilling the entirety of its contents on the ramp. Shrugging and waving a dismissive gesture at the mess, she recovered her composure, reaching out and high fiving a row of fans as she completed her trek down the ramp, bounding into the ring.

Continuing to bask in the energy of the crowd, Trudy lept onto the far turnbuckle, waving the crowd louder and louder, before clearing the diagonal of the ring in a few swift bounds to do the same on the opposite end. Dropping down, she slid her jacket off and tossed it outside the ring, leaving her only in her sports bra, black jeans, boots, and fingerless gloves. Bouncing from leg to leg, Ash stretched out each shoulder, checked her hair band to ensure it was tight, and waited the arrival of her opponent, Shiki, taking a moment to catch her breath and reflect on that performance, Not a bad start. Definitely done worse...

I Will Not Bow soon blared across the arena as the usual awesome display of pyrotechnics followed in typical superstar fashion—an intro that clashed, perhaps, just a little with the record of its owner...

From out of the blazing theatrics, Shiki's provocative figure soon haughtily stepped—however, was there something a little different with the punkette this time?...
Well, appearance and wrestling attire aside, of course. The rockstar's slender figure was adorned with a stylized, black, zip-up hoodie which fit the young girl's frame snugly; the hood itself was kept down as Shiki's black—along with newly dyed streaks of hot pink—hair cascaded down along her shoulders and face. Notably, the punkette had chosen to zip up the garment only halfway, covering her abdomen but leaving the fair skin of her chest exposed, partially, along with the black bikini top which peeked and pushed out—along with the hot pink, spray paint styled, skull designs on each breast—from the confines of the hoodie. The youth also wore a black, widely pleated and slightly ruffled, skirt; cut quite short by most standards, fitting low on her hips, perfectly, and settling well above the mid of her thighs. Likewise, a rather large—and completely unnecessary—belt would hang loosely around the punkette's hips, heavily stylized by brilliant, silver, metal along with a skull shaped buckle. The punk rocker's usual fishnet stockings would cover most of her legs—hot pink in color—ending near the mid of her thighs while her favored pair of stylized combat boots were laced up tight along her feet and shins. Lastly, Shiki's usual pair of stylish and expensive sunglasses graced her visage; the silver gradient throwing off a dazzlingly and fierce glare as usual.

Pausing along the ramp, Shiki's contempt for her opponent was emphasized as the youth paused a moment to stare down at a certain fumbled and discarded can of beer—the punkette shook her head momentarily, a sigh leaving her lips—but most notably, the young one's shoulders seemed to droop almost uncharacteristically...

Sure, I've been in a bit of losing streak but do they really have to throw the nobodies at me now?

Never quite recovering that usual eccentric flare and attitude the punkette usually carried herself with, Shiki would eventually make her way to the ring before slipping within. Hardly offering a passing glance to her opponent, the rockstar immediately sought out one of the corners of the ring before settling for the moment to gaze out at the crowd. Surprisingly, the cheers were mostly positive—general excitement—as the punkette could even make out more than a few Heresy signs and t-shirts among the crowd. There were, of course, a fair share of jeers to be heard as well. The sights, nor the sounds, seemed capable of breaking the youth's disenchantment, however, as her form soon slumped down into a low crouch, settling in her rather profoundly lonely corner of the ring.

Slowly, Shiki turned her head to glance over her shoulder, finally bringing her attention to Ash—if only for a fleeting moment. If Shiki's almost comically dry expression hadn't spelled out her disappointment, her reaction certainly did as her head slumped down, once again, melodramatically. This girl was really her opponent?...

Surely, she had hit rock bottom!

Ash remained set in the corner, leaning against the post, arms on the ropes, a smug grin on her face as though all of this were natural to her. She remained still... Crashing someone else's big entrance is just something you don't do! Even to a... a... punk rocker.

Eugh, Trudy scoffed inwardly, not letting her opponent's awful taste in music distract her practiced smiling, "ready to rock" countenance.

Allowing Shiki a moment in the ring to appeal to her fans, put on a show, or at all do ANYTHING for the crowd, she finally called out, "Well, well, well," She called out to her foe, "What have we here? A depressed punkette? Well, THERE'S something you see only, uh, EVERY 30 SECONDS!"

Strutting forward a bit, Ash continued, her wily smirk never breaking, "You don't have ta be down just because you are a shit musician in a sheeee-iiiit genre, AND a shit fighter, to boot! ... Then again, maybe you SHOULD be dreading just a teensy bit the ass-kicking I'm about deliver unto you." She punctuated that last comment by pointing both hands at Shiki before cracking her knuckles. She didn't have quite the fandom Shiki had here, but the audience broke in hoots, hollers, cheers, and jeers all the same.

Shiki was capable of tuning out plenty, especially when it came to perfectly forgettable opponents—but the intrusion of Ash's voice soon became grating just as much as it was unrelenting. The explosion of attitude and the clash of egos was, of course, inevitable.

" Hey! " Shiki's outburst was just as sudden as her movement as she turned and stood, almost instantaneously, shoving an accusatory finger in Ash's direction, " Can you shut the hell up for one second!? Ugh! You're giving me a headache, you loud mouthed idiot! "

The intensity in Shiki's expression and posture seemed to wane a moment as she once again set her eyes on her opponent; such disappointment! The youth seemed ready to turn and once again slump down in her lonely corner post. However, as if just beginning to register a few of Ash's comments, the fiery youth found herself regarding the metal head once more as a rather disdainful pout came to her lips, " ... You—kick my ass? Who the hell do you think I am, anyway!? " Finally, the punkette turned sharply from her corner before daring to make her approach on Ash; those hips swaying haughtily with each step before those lightly glossed lips parted once more, " I don't take shit from anyone, 'let alone from some washed up failure who likes to call herself a musician! "

Shiki had scoffed loudly, her hips canted to one side as she brought a hand to rest at her hip while she wore her best expression of being thoroughly unimpressed with the person who stood in front of her. Of course, despite her words, Shiki, in all honestly, didn't know the slightest thing about Ash's career outside of it being a bit underwhelming by Shiki's standards and recognition. The match had been sold as the "Rock Star Showdown" but as far as Shiki was concerned, there was only one rockstar standing in the ring right now.

Careers aside, it was still a bit ironic how quickly Shiki was willing to resort to tactics she just insulted her opponent for using. Perhaps, the battle should have been named the "Loud Mouth Brat Showdown!" instead...

Ash folded her arms, wearing that haughty smile, her eyes betraying nothing, allowing Shiki to finish. At her last line, Ash raised her hands up, nodding dismissively at Shiki, "Ah, Punky, Punky, Punky..." She chastised softly, facing her foe with a wild-eyed grin, "You really wanna know what I think you are? I think everyone here..." She spun around, making a wide sweeping gesture to the crowd, "knows who you are. Some nobody whose only talent is getting the shit kicked out of her! Hell, I love your the face-to-crotch style of wrestling. You've been eating more carpet than a vacuum cleaner! You been muff diving so much I'm surprised you don't bring a snorkel to the ring!"

She paused only half an instant to let the audience react to her snark... not long enough to bask in it though. She continued, in a calmer, even voice with a slight edge to it, not trying to go over the top with the sarcasm "So, yes, please, I'm so scared. Don't go down on me in the middle of the match. I'm not sure I could take it!"

Shiki's immediate outrage was apparent. I mean, crotch-to-face style!? That was just wrong, even if it did strike a rather sensitive chord within the punkette.

" That's not my style! That's not my style at all! " The raven and pink haired rockstar went as far as stomping her foot, clutching both of her fists tightly before she continued in her own flustered pout, " Those morons stuck their crotch in my face! I can't help it if—... if I have a really sexy face! "

With flushed cheeks, and content in leaving any kind of explanation of her grand logic simply at that, the punkette's hand raised to her visage quickly before she practically yanked her silver-black glasses from her own face. The expensive accessory found itself used momentarily as a makeshift projectile as Shiki launched the pair of sunglasses with spontaneous, pinpoint, accuracy directly at Ash's head. Of course, the rash and rebellious youth's actions hardly stopped there—Shiki would already be charging in directly behind the unplanned diversion that was her sunglasses. The raven and pink haired cutie held little back as she lunged for her opponent, dipping low a moment before wrapping her arms around the girl's waist—hugging her hips firmly. Surprisingly, the green eyed punkette would rear up with her momentum, instead of going for what seemed to be an outright attempt at a tackle—instead reeling rather unceremoniously to a stop as she planted both feet and began to heave immediately upwards.

" You're fuckin' dead! "

The words were growled eagerly as Shiki would lift Ash's form directly off the mat before suddenly dipping backwards, arching her back partially, as she'd swing the metal head directly into a sloppy, but effective, belly-to-belly suplex. Of course, Shiki's low grip on her opponent's hips would make it a little awkward as she practically lifted Ash's torso well over her own shoulders. Regardless, it still wouldn't stop Shiki from dropping back and slamming her opponent's upper portion, preferably her face, right into the mat with little hesitation.

Talk is cheap! It was time to rumble!

Trudy raised an eyebrow, stumbling somewhere when she tried to follow Shiki's logic. It was hard to add anything to that. Shiki seemed to agree, as she lifted off those expensive sunglasses. As tacky as they seemed, Ash wasn't willing to sock her with those on. Ash's band couldn't afford to smash the guitars or do anything cool like that, so breaking pricey props was tough for her to do.

Ash stepped forward to meet Shiki, expecting a stylish toss of the glasses behind her... and instead met those glasses smack in the face! "What the? Ow!" Shiki was a fantastic shot, nailing Ash right in the forehead. The blow stopped Ash for a second, and before she could recover, Shiki was on her. Ash then made her second misread, bracing herself for a tackle, only to find Shiki hoisting her up. "Aw hell!"

The mat was quick to greet Ash, slamming her right in the face. A small string of expletives pouring from her mouth, Ash would try to roll face up, out of Shiki's grasp, mainly to rub her aching forehead. If Shiki was determined to hold on, she'd probably succeed, surprising Ash, but then Ash would flail her knees to dislodge the stubborn punkette.

" Hell is right! That's straight where I'm going to send you, bitch! "

If it wasn't already apparent, the young rockstar was quite livid. Ash had done a rather wonderful job pissing the punkette off and, otherwise, pulling her out of her apparent depression—at least for the time being. Add Shiki's sudden rush of adrenaline to the mix and it was very possible that the metal head had a bit of a problem on her hands.

The raven and pink haired youth would not obstruct Ash's efforts in rolling over but she would have been more than happy to literally pounce and throttle her upon doing so. Shiki was quick to roll over as well—that dangerous flicker burning particularly bright in those green eyes—before she'd launch herself from a crouch to land rather abruptly atop the metal head just as Ash managed to roll over on her back. Straddling and pinning the girl's stomach, both of the punkette's hands would immediately find the black strands of Ash's hair, taking a firm grasp at both sides of her head, before the rebellious youth was yanking the girl's head forward, only momentarily, before she'd thrust and shove her opponent's head back the way it was pulled; slamming Ash's head backwards into the ring—not once! But twice!

" How do you like that, slut!? Mmm, yeah! I bet you like that! " As one might imagine, Shiki's words were spoken with a fair amount of aggressive flavor. Considering she had managed to subdue her opponent thoroughly enough, the youth's hands removed themselves from Ash's hair abruptly only to allow the slender digits of both of her hands to wrap themselves around the pair of suspenders—grasping them at Ash's collar—that raised up from the girl's waist and eventually ascended past her breasts. Taking a firm hold of the new 'handles', Shiki gave one rather sudden and forceful yank, heaving Ash's head upward—just as Shiki would throw her own head recklessly downward in potentially intense headbutt!

" I got your crotch-to-face—... N-Nnngh! "

Shiki's taunts almost immediately found themselves cut short as the cutie gasped loudly sitting atop her opponent—both of the youth's hands came to grasp at her forehead quite gingerly as the backlash of her headbutt came to hit her like a brick wall. Shiki's pout was quickly established as a loud groan left her glossed lips. The punkette's form rocked backwards, writhing slightly, as the youth pressed both her palms against her head sorely, hissing more than a few colorful words as it became rather apparent that Shiki might have well done herself more harm then her opponent!

Probably not entirely surprising...

Trudy tried to sit up, only to find the furious punkette pouncing upon her. She'd immediately try to fight back, grabbing Shiki's hands as Shiki grabbed her hair. Ash's snarl would turn to a pained grimace as she was slammed into the mat, stunning her, her grip faltering, allowing Shiki to set up the headbutt.

The blow struck hard and true. Ash's hands flew to her own head. Hissing softly in pain, Ash managed to snarl up at Shiki, "Did you... just headbutt a seasoned headbanger?" She quipped, seeing the punkette's distress, biting her lip to draw attention away from the throbbing pain of the abuse her head had suffered backwards and forwards. Pulling her arm back, she'd try to deliver a powerful hook straight to Shiki's jaw, trying to pull it under Shiki's elbows. Hopefully, this would dislodge the punkette from her mount. If not, she'd send another one up with the other hand. If it did, Ash would quickly roll to her knees, almost overshooting the balance, and try to follow by dropping a double fisted strike to Shiki's gut.