Strike Master Quarter Finals: Tsukiko Vs. Phoebe

Standard match:
Rules and Victory conditions: Victory can only be attained by K.O or three count pin.


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Standard Match- Normal Rules
Rules- Standard
Victory Conditions- Pin/ Submission/Knock out

The stadium turned pitch black as the crowd grew restless for the next match of the Strike Master Quarter Finals to commence. Then ominous music began to come through the stereo as bits of electricity flashed left and right revealing someone was standing at the ring entrance. The techno music slowly began to pick up as lights began to flash as it showed off Tsukiko who had her hand on her hip. Facing the ring in her black school girl outfit and her converse shoes, she began to walk towards the ring as the vocalist began the first verse of the song [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvlPOUl1KvM:1sbsp07y]"Don't Stop" by Inner Party System[/url:1sbsp07y]

[align=center:1sbsp07y]"The road I walk is paved in gold,[/align:1sbsp07y]
[align=center:1sbsp07y]To glorify my platinum soul.[/align:1sbsp07y]
[align=center:1sbsp07y]I'll buy my way to talk to god[/align:1sbsp07y]
[align=center:1sbsp07y]So he can live with what I'm not"[/align:1sbsp07y]

Walking toward the ring in a slow methodical pace before she got onto the ring ledge and faced the ring entrance. She tilted herself backward and flipped over the top rope and landed on her feet. The crowd cheered at her acrobatic feat before working her way to the corner she pulled/jumped herself onto the top rope in one motion. She lifted a fist in the air before she walked across the top rope in amazing display of her balance and her acrobatic ability. Making it to the other corner of the ring, she leaped up into the air performing a moonsault but turning a bit more so she landed on her feet again. Raising her hands, to get the crowd's applause as she nodded her head.

"Hmpf..." The Heel high flyer turned to the ring entrance smirking to herself.

This was a match she didn't take very seriously at all. She grossly underestimated her opponent as she only saw Phoebe as a stepping stone to face Heather Sunderland in the next round. She had a score to settle with Heather and nothing was going to get in her way.

Phoebe watched from backstage as her opponent entered the arena, heading down the ramp to ominous music before giving a little display of acrobatic prowess once she had gotten into the ring. The cowgirl, in contrast, had a very plain opening, which started with the jaunty strains of the old folk standard, the “Wabash Cannonball,” and Phoebe appearing at the top of the ramp bathed in the warm, yellow glow of a spotlight.

Though she was still a relatively new fighter at AFW, Phoebe felt as if she had done well for herself in her two previous matches, and had proven herself to be able to hang in there with even the cream of the AFW crop. She had never seen any of Tsukikoâ€s matches—though the girl evidently had quite a bit more experience than she did—and so didnâ€t really know what to expect. But, then again, Phoebe didnâ€t really care. She would do what she always did, and punch the living daylights out of her opponent, no matter what the other girl tried to do.

Once she had gotten into the ring, Phoebe made her way to the corner, leaning back against the turnbuckle and staring her opponent down, waiting for the bell to ring and the match to begin.

Tsukiko stared daggers into Phoebe with an ominous smile about her lips trying to get into her head from the start of the match. Her violet eyes seemed sinister under the shade of her bangs. Although Phoebe had the impression that Tsukiko was more experienced than herself, she would be wrong. Tsukiko had only one match at AFW so far but it was with the infamous Heather Sunderland in which nearly defeated. The raven haired heel did have a natural skill for high flying due to her occupation but she was somewhat inexperienced when it came to combat. She sized up her brunette opponent by examining her head to toe finding her both cute and utterly harmless but looks could be deceiving. Normally, Tsukiko would often rely on underhanded tricks but she was feeling rather confident.

"Hah.... Looks like I get to fight a jobber in my first round. Not that I'm complaining..." Tsukiko said rather casually stretching her arms.

Hearing the bell chime, Tsukiko ran out of the corner as it was a starting gun to a race. Without hesitation, she'd run straight at Phoebe and plant her left foot on the middle rope and try to swing it threw as she propeled herself in the air going for a disaster kick right from the get go of the match!

Phoebe had no idea that she was overestimating Tsukiko. Whether or not that mistake would come back to bite her in the ass would remain to be seen. The cowgirl had only been in two matches, herself, but both of them had been very competitive, and she was confident that she could whoop this girl and make her beg for mercy.

“Jobber?” Phoebe repeated, scowling at her opponent. “Fuck you, bitch. You go right ahead and say what youâ€d like, but youâ€re gonna be beaten to a bloody pulp by the time Iâ€m finished with you.”

Once the bell rang, Phoebe would come out of her corner slowly, with her fists up. She was shocked when Tsukiko rushed forward and bounded off of the ropes, trying to land a disaster kick on the cowgirl right from the get-go. Seeing it coming, Phoebe would throw her hands up to deflect her opponentâ€s attack, hoping to throw the girl to the mat and leave her open for a counterattack.

Tsukiko grinned as the cowgirl blocked her kick with her hands although it was blocked it still felt good to hit the girl with her shin. The raven haired girl felt Phoebe try to throw her off balance, Tsukiko leaned backwards away from Phoebe as it looked like she was heading head first into the mat. She planted her hands on the ground and performed a cartwheel to get back to her feet. Rutheless in her offense, she wanted to keep Phoebe on the defensive and stepped in towards her and keep her pinned against the turnbuckle. Tsukiko would lift her foot up and attempt to land a Super kick straight into Phoebe's jaw.

"I think someone needs a reality check..." Tsukiko asked with a wild grin on her face.

Phoebe grunted as her opponentâ€s kick slammed into her hands. Even though she had gloves on, the force of the blow still stung her palms. This Tsukiko had some power packed into that lithe frame, and Phoebe would definitely have to be careful if she was going to advanced out of the quarterfinals in this tournament.

When she tossed the girl backwards, Phoebe thought she had gained the advantage, but was shocked when the girl cartwheeled back to her feet and came in to launch another kick at the cowgirlâ€s face. Phoebe was not ready to block this one.

“Ooof!” the cowgirl hissed, taking a step back towards the turnbuckle as the girlâ€s foot crashed into her jaw. Not to be outdone, Phoebe would look to immediately retaliate, throwing a feint towards Tsukikoâ€s stomach with her left fist before going for a monstrous uppercut with her right.

Tsukiko grinned as she shot her foot up into Phobe's jaw sending her back against the turnbuckle keeping her trapped in the corner of the ring. The raven haired girl stumbled back to her feet after receiving some slight recoil from her last attack. Tsukiko regaining her balance tried to avoid the body shot to her ribs by moving away from the punch. However, in doign so it set her up for a wicked uppercut that crashed into her jaw. Tsukiko stumbled backwards from the sheer force of the blow nearly ending up on the mat but she somehow managed to stay on her feet, Rubbing her chin, she cursed at Phoebe under her breath as she hissed in pain.

"Tsk..." Tsukiko muttered clearly displeased with Phoebe.

Phoebe smirked. She wasnâ€t a fan of tit for tat, even exchanges—a strike to the jaw for a strike to the jaw. She would much rather be pounding this girl into bloody pudding down on the mat. But, so long as Tsukiko kept coming after her, Phoebe would fight back with all the ferocity and power which she could muster.

“How did that strike you?” Phoebe deadpanned, laughing a little at her own joke as she saw how close her uppercut had come to sending the Japanese girl flailing to the mat. “Better get used to that feeling, because Iâ€m thinking of doing some redecorating on your face. No need to thank me, bitch.”

"Tsk... I don't know what's worse the way fight or the way you trash talk...." Tsukiko said as she took the time to recover distancing herself from Phoebe as she grew wary of the other girl's knockout power. It would serve her well to stay away from her, she began bouncing on the balls of her feet while keeping her hands up. Tsukiko danced back and fourth before she would dart at Phoebe in a sort of zig zag pattern before deciding to play it safe and try to smash her shin into Phoebe's leg. Her shin bone would cut into her leg right above her knee. Seeing that Phoebe was indeed a striker, she needed to attack her lead leg which was most likely her left due to the fact she was fairly sure she was an orthodox fighter.

"You can curse all you want but it won't change the fact that you're going to lose this match!" Tsukiko said as she came in for her attack.