Heather Sunderland vs Michelle Taki ~ 'Bed of Roses'

Bed of Roses Match
Victory by Pin, Submission, or KO
Match Specialties: Ring canvas is covered with roses. Multiple thorn hazards.

Getting prepared for her next match, Heather stands backstage, stretching her legs out, one on each chair as she leans forward, almost suspended in the air. She stretches her arms and back as she stays in that position while smiling the whole time. She leans completely forward, putting her hands on the ground as she pushes her legs up in the air, doing a sort of handstand before bringing them down and raising herself up to her feet. She clenches her fist with a grin as she walks out of the room.

"Well, here we go, another match. I'm definitely ready for this one. New girl it looks like, but I have no idea what in the world this match type means." She shrugs as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. She unfolds it and looks it over a few times. "Bed of Roses match huh?" she says aloud to herself. She doesn't know much of her opponent this time, but she feels as if she prepped herself up enough regardless.

Walking through the hallways, she reaches the curtains, standing at the ready at the gorilla position. The crew members give her a signal, telling her her cue is about to happen. Heather nods her head as "Another Me" by Jeff Hardy blasts over the arena. The lights turn to a dark blue as green laser lights shoot out from the entrance and the side of the ceiling, creating crazy shapes throughout the crowd. Heather walks onto the stage area, met with a mixed reaction from the crowd. She wears her usual see-thru tank top with the tight jean shorts. Her black bra under her top. She grins as she ignores them and looks down to the ring.

She tilts her head a bit as she sees the ring have a red color to it, but disregards it until she gets closer. Standing on the outside of the ring, next to the apron, she looks on in confusion and a bit of shock. "What in the world is this?" She says aloud as she walks up the stairs, examining the ring. Covered with roses, she can clearly see the many thorns on each flower, just waiting to rip into the flesh of the two wrestlers. She gulps a bit as she takes another look. "This is nuts..." She looks over at the ref who shrugs back at her.

Slowly, Heather's surprised look turns to a devious grin. Thinking of all the ways she can gain the advantage over her opponent in this environment, she excitedly climbs into the ring through the middle of the ropes. Stepping through the roses, she feels glad that she wears such thick boots. Still grinning, she leans on the ropes. She looks at the edges of the ring, clear small almost bumper-like walls are there to prevent the roses from falling out of the ring. Nodding her head, she looks up at the entrance, awaiting for the arrival of her opponent, clearly the one to think up of a match such as this.

Michelle took her time to make her appearance. She wanted everything to be perfect: the music, the outfit, the lights, the fireworks, everything. She had to give AFW fans a nice first impression, after all! She didnt know if they'd approve her leaving the WAS league to join this one, but she figured that it was a bit late to go and ask. She might as well make them like her! She was sure theyâ€d understand.

It was time to show up. Her opponentâ€s theme song started fading, which could only mean that hers was about to begin. Adjusting her white, thigh high boots, the blonde woman let out a sigh and stepped out of the backstage, ready to make her debut in AFW. Michelle didnt feel intimidated or scared at all. No matter how experienced or well trained her opponent was, the blonde woman was pretty sure that she could handle her.

The lights suddenly went out. The arena was engulfed by absolute darkness for five or six seconds. “Bara Wa Utsukushiku Chiru”, sung by the talented Hiroko Suzuki replaced Heatherâ€s theme song and announced the appearance of the noble woman. Some people were capable of recognising the song, while others acted as confused and intrigued as they were. A light shone upon the entrance of the place; standing there was a blonde woman. A beautiful, tall, blonde woman.

Michelle started walking down the aisle gallantly. She was wearing a white one piece outfit, elbow and knee pads and matching fingerless gloves. On top of everything, she wore a blue jacket with details in gold. A piece of clothing worn mostly by people from the nobility. Between her lips did she carry a thornless red rose, which made her look even more elegant. The crowd loved to see her again - for the first time in AFW -, and she loved to hear them sing and scream for her.

Climbing up the staircase and slipping through the top and middle ropes, the noble woman entered the ring. She walked towards the other girl, planning to greet her opponent. One leg behind the other, Michelle held one hand behind her back and bowed politely before her opponent. "Bon jour. My name is Michelle, from the Taki family. EnchantÃ." She said before standing up straight and staring into the girl's eyes.

After introducing herself, the french-italian woman headed back to her corner and started to remove her jacket, folding it carefully and handing it over to a girl ringside. Thanks to her boots, her feet were safe from the roses' thorns. "Let us have a nice match, oui?" While she seemed to be nice, she wasnt going to show any mercy to Heather. Not even if she cried, not even if she bled. She was here to win, after all, and to defend the pride of the Taki family!

"Well...she sure knows how to keep me waiting." Heather says to herself as she leans on the ropes. Waiting patiently for her opponent's arrival, she smiles as the lights turn to complete darkness. The other girl's music begins to play and Heather raises one of her eyebrows. The music was different for sure, and it peaked her interest, almost giving off a majestic and nostalgic feeling. Straining her eyes to keep her sights on the stage area, she opens them fully as a light shines down on it.

As it reveals her opponent standing at the top of the ramp, Heather leans back a bit more. She could immediately tell where the idea for the match came from just by looking at the girl's posture and what she held between her lips. As Michelle walked down the ramp, closer to the ring, Heather could get a clear look at her opponent's attire. The difference between the two were almost glaring for everyone to see. "Tch" Heather let out while grinning at the girl. The maturity level between them also seemed to have quite the gap as Heather leaned further back on the ropes.

As Michelle stepped into the ring, Heather couldn't deny that the beauty of her opponent was almost overwhelming. She had a sort of extravagance that Heather hadn't the slightest of and Heather couldn't help but be a bit irked by it.

"Hmph" Heather lets out in response to Michelle's greeting. She stepped forward from leaning on the ropes as Michelle removed her excess attire. It was clear neither of them had put on any extra protection against what could be awaiting either of them all over the canvas. Heather knew despite the allure of roses, the match wasn't going to be anything near pretty.

Hearing Michelle's 'opening comments' Heather smirked as she got into a ready position. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that...Although I'm not sure how nice it'll be for you when you're pinned down against these thorns." She says, clearly lacking the respectful introduction that her opponent seemed to bring to the match. "I don't care what family you're from or how familiar you are to these fans. None of that is going to matter after I win."

Now, Heather was such a rude girl! If she had to point out a difference between her and her opponent, it'd definitely be Heather's lack of feminity. And their manners as well, apparently. Michelle couldnt help but chuckle as she heard the other girl's comment. And, as she did, she brought one hand to her lips, laughing like a real villain. "Ohohohohohohoh~! Someone seems to be quite confident. I really hope you can back up those words."

Heather's statement didnt shake Michelle's resolution. "Let us see how much you can last. These roses will not be forgiving at all." The blonde woman taunted her opponent, trying to piss her off and get her a bit nervous. Not that she needed the other girl to be nervous to win, though! After all, she was pretty confident about her skills. She used to be one of the greatest stars from the WAS league! There was no one she couldnt take on.

People knew how skillful she was. Heather was definitely in for a treat!

The bell would soon ring, signalling the beggining of the match. Michelle smirked and motioned her opponent to come at her before lifting her arms up at shoulder level, assuming a basic wrestling stance. Locking her eyes on Heather's body, the blonde woman would start circling her opponent slowly and carefully. She was not one to rush in and pound her enemy. No, she believed in this little thing... what do you call it? Oh, yeah. Strategy.

Heather looked a bit taken back by Michelle's laugh. It almost sounded like it was coming straight from a cartoon villain. She clenched her fists as she watched the girl on the other side of the ring. She was clearly taking her lightly and Heather wasn't about to have that. The girl obviously wasn't aware of the risks Heather was willing to take. Risks on her part and on her opponent's part as well. Winning is the number one concern to her and bringing her opponent to near death if she has to is not a worry at all in her mind.

"Trust me, I know that. I'll be sure to remind you of that exact fact throughout the match." She says as she glares into the girl's eyes. She could tell her opponent was skilled just by the look in them. She was just as serious about the match as Heather was, and she knew that neither of them was going to be doing any holding back. Heather may not be the most experienced of the wrestlers, but relying on her speed she might just be able to pull this one through.

She watches as Michelle carefully circles around her, it's clear the girl isn't going to make any stupid mistakes at the start and Heather knew that. However, if she wasn't going to take the initiative, Heather was more than happy to. Hearing the bell ring, she looked around at the canvas. Unfortunately it looks like her high-risk moves are going to have to be cautious as ever considering she wouldn't just slam into the ring mat.

Picking her spots, she waits till the girl is behind her. Looking over her shoulder quickly, she jumps backwards in a flipping type motion and tries to hit a Pele kick on the girl, maneuvering it in a way that if she was to miss she would land on her feet. Hoping that if she hits she'll be able to somehow do the same.

It wasnt like if Michelle practiced that laugh. It was all natural! And while some might think it's funny, she actually liked it, and was proud of it. It was definitely unique! And the fans loved it as well. "Oh, believe me, mademoiselle, after this match, you will never want to see a rose again."

Michelle waited and waited. And then waited some more. She knew that if she didnt attack, Heather would soon take the initiative, which'd allow the elegant woman to counter anything her opponent threw at her. So, for now, she'd only focus on watching the other girl's every move, awaiting for an attack, which she was sure would come sooner or later. And, as much as she wanted to destroy Heather, she refused to go for an attack of her own just yet.

Now, there was something fishy about this: Heather was, bit by bit, starting to give her back to her. If the girl had ANY wrestling knowledge, she should know that you must never take your eyes off your opponent. "It's not like I've hit her so she'd feel lost... This is definitely a trap." Instead of advancing towards her careless opponent, Michelle decided to keep her distance from her. Not a whole ring, just a couple of steps, so she'd have some space to react.

In the end, turns out she was right. Her opponent was indeed trying to lure her into a trap! Unfortunetely for her, though, Michelle's arms were still up and more than ready to block the incoming kick. Leaning back a bit, the blonde woman used her forearms as a shield, effectively protecting herself from the attack. She'd still stumble back a step or two, though. It was not an attack you could easily receive, after all. The good thing is that Heather would surely end up falling to the canvas, if she wanted good enough to land on her feet, that is.

Heather clicks her tongue as she hears Michelle continue. The urge to shut her up keeps building inside her and she hoped that with this kick she would be able to start doing just that. However what happened next was the last thing Heather expected. As the Pele kick hit Michelle's forearms, Heather thought in her head that it had connected perfectly. Expecting to go down with the girl and land on her, in turn protecting herself, she was very much surprised when she found herself in the air with no support.

"Ah-wha!?" she let out as she feels herself falling. Trying to turn her body as much as she can to try and land on her feet, she ends up not making it quite the whole way. Landing on her knees, Heather's boots which only go just above her ankle don't provide much protection for her. As she lands, the thorns on the roses slice into her left knee. Able to balance herself out and shuffle up her right foot, she only hits her left knee on the canvas, but that's just enough to get a reaction out of her.

"Shhhit!" she yells as she stumbles to her feet and backs up against the corner. Looking down at her left knee she sees three nice cuts on it, tiny amounts of blood escaping from them. She rubs her knee, rubbing the present blood off and looks at her hand. Angered at the sight, she clenches her fist and looks over at Michelle. "You're going to feel them next!" she says, trying to calm herself down at the same time.

Taking a deep breath, she decides to take a different approach. Catching her by surprise right away didn't quite work, so she walks to the center of the ring and puts her arms up, signalling for a lockup while trying to ignore the stinging sensation in her left knee.

As strong as Heather's kick was, Michelle's arms were more than resistant, and easily managed to block the powerful attack. Just who the hell did her opponent think she was?! To think she'd fall into her trap... she'd regret that! Although it looked like Heather was regretting it plenty already. Falling on the canvas like that, with all those roses and thorns there to receive her... it couldnt have been nice at all.

"This is just the beggining, my dear. If you dont like this, you're more than welcome to quit."Michelle once again taunted her opponent, showing off her particular laughter again. It was quite obvious that this wasnt her first time participating in this kind of match. In fact, she was the one who thought of it in the first place!

The blonde woman looked at the small yet apparently painful wounds on Heather's knee. Now that couldnt feel nice, and would definitely make the raven haired girl think twice before doing something as reckless and stupid as that kick she just tried. And, in the case she did go for another high risk move again, Michelle would be more than pleased to help her hurt herself even more.

Michelle lowered her arms a bit as she watched Heather stumble against the corner. Her eyes went from the other girl's knee to her eyes, glaring into them as she slowly approached her. Her arms come back up as she sees her opponent's offer to lock up with her, and goes to meet her in the center of the ring, gladly accepting the invitation. As soon as their fingers meet, she'd start pushing against the other girl, trying to bring her down to her knees. It should be an easy task, since Heather's knee was hurt, and it'd probably affect her balance.

Heather couldn't believe she had already suffered some cuts this early in the match. It wasn't supposed to be her she felt. She swore in her mind that Michelle would be the next one to hit the roses. The stinging sensation in her knee wasn't helping her any though. The cuts weren't deep enough to stop her mobility, however the stinging pain was enough to just slightly mess up her footing on that leg.

"Shut up!" She yells out at Michelle's laugh. "Tch quit? You wish. I'll make sure for these cuts on my knee, your whole body is covered in them." She continues before the two begin the lockup. Heather tries to immediately start pushing back at Michelle, but she begins to be overtaken by the girl. Noticing the pain in her knee causing her leg to almost buckle as the girl goes to push her down, she realizes that the lockup might not have been the greatest of ideas.

Fighting to keep her knees from touching the rose covered mat, Heather clenches her teeth and tries to keep her footing using mainly her right leg. Suddenly, Heather comes up with an alternative. Obviously seeing that she is losing in this battle of strength, her knee not helping her one bit in the situation, she tries to use the girl's own momentum against her. Letting herself get pushed down a bit more, just barely touching the roses, Heather will then quickly attempt to let go of the lockup, and spin herself around the girl, reaching for her left ankle, trying to pull it up to trip the girl over.

Michelle couldnt care less if Heather gave up or not. She was going to win anyways! Her opponent couldnt say she didnt give her the chance, though. The blonde woman was going to make the other girl regret her choice!

Their hands clasped and the french-italian woman pushed and pushed, and then pushed some more. She was not going to hold anything back against this girl she had for an opponent. Her biceps bulged a bit as she tried to overpower her opponent, eager to bring her down to the mat again and make her bleed some more!

At least that's what she had in mind. The sight of her opponent sinking to her knees only made Michelle grin widely. Just a bit more and Heather would be crying in pain again. However, what happened was something entirely different. Just when she thought the thorns should be piercing Heather's skin again, she lost her hold on the other girl's hands and felt one of her legs being pulled out from under herself. She saw the mat getting closer... this was going to hurt.

In order to minimize the pain, Michelle bent her legs and extended her arms in front of herself so she could keep her pretty face from hitting the canvas - and getting cut by the thorns -. While one of her hands managed to plant itself on the ground without receiving any damage, the other one was not so lucky. The thorn cut the delicate fabric of her glove and produced a cut on the woman's palm, making her wince in pain. "Ngh!" Heather was so gonna pay for that!

On her hands and knees, still a bit surprised by her opponent's fast reaction, Michelle growled. No one dared to hurt her and got away with it! The crowd was pretty shocked as well: her loyal fans didnt think Heather could manage such a counter attack. Apparently, they were understimating her just as much as Michelle was. Looking over her shoulder at the other girl as she held her leg, the blonde woman would start kicking that leg wildly, not only trying to free it from Heather's grasp, but also attempting to hit the raven haired girl right in the face with her boot.