You're a Firework! Hanabi vs. Devine of the Valkyries

Much like Devine's feelings about kicking Hanabi in the face, Hana found immense satisfaction in not only slamming her knee into Devine's face, but also in listening to her curse up a storm. "You okay, sweetie?" she asked, moving forward as Devine found herself in the corner. "Looks like you got a little something on your face. Here, let me help you out a bit!"

With that, she rushed forward, before moving to jump up -- and turn at the last moment, jutting her ass out to slam straight into Devine! Honestly, she was aiming for the girl's face, because that would have just been a perfect way to just shut her up and shut her the hell down.

Hanabi knew exactly how much her ass could be used as a deadly weapon, and she made sure to use it as much as she possibly could. What's the point of being blessed with a perfect ass if you didn't use it to bring bitches down a few notches?

A Shining Wizard.

A goddamn Shining Wizard.

Part of the reason Devine was so wroth at the moment was because, on top of she getting blindsided, it had to have been by one of the dumbest moves with one of the dumbest names. She could almost feel Mako’s eyes burning a hole in her back from thirty yards away - this was not the sort of thing that would make the Valkyries look good. If it got too far, Mako would have to intervene. Neither of them would like that.

She needed to get up first, though. She was her way to doing that, too, when-

”No-”

Devine saw Hanabi’s butt for all of one second. Quite a sight, she couldn’t lie, but it was hard to appreciate when the thing was coming at her face at ramming speed. Her head was sandwiched between that butt and the turnbuckle with a raucous crash, and all she could do in response was let out a weak cry before she slumped down to her side and held her head.

The crowd, of course, cheered.

Honestly, Hanabi couldn't actually remember the last time she enjoyed a match this much. There was just something so satisfying about everything here -- especially with the fact that Devine hadn't gotten an attack in since her first move, and in front of her own teammates, nevertheless! It was just perfect, sticking it to the same girl who tried to act like a little bitch not even five minutes earlier.

Of course, the flying ass attack improved Hana's mood significantly too.

Devine looked massively stunned from the blow, and how could she not? Hana's ass was like a weapon in and of itself. She grinned for a moment, pressing it into the girl's face and wiggling it a bit in order to taunt her, before turning around. Now, there were some moves that she didn't often do, mainly because she thought that it wasn't fair for her to do in regular matches. But Devine definitely earned it.

She grabbed ahold of the top ropes and began to try and stomp on Devine, barely even taking a moment to breathe! She only stopped when the referee came over to try and pull her away. But even then, she just walked back -- before rushing forward to try and give her a big boot right to the face!

It was a nice ass, that Hanabi had. Devine could admit it. Not quite as good as hers, she’d never give her that much homage, but it was at least a 8 out of 10. Maybe a generous 9. Plump, round, supple, big, but not too big. Definitely better than the average Japanese chick. She was right to put it on such prominent display.

That didn’t mean Devine wanted it in her face. Not like this, anyway.

There she was laying on the ground, groaning, aching, dazed and dizzy. She was shaking it off, in the process of pushing up, when the stomps came raining down on her, hammering her into the mat. Hanabi was dressed like an idiot, but she didn’t fight like one - it was pragmatic, painful, punishment. Devine wasn’t in a good position to stop it, either, until she gained a momentary respite, thanks to the referee. One she fully intended to use.

When Hanabi came rushing in, Devine dropped down and rolled under the bottom rope, making her way to the outside, and leaning on the barricade for support. The referee tried to usher back in, but Devine just jabbed a finger towards her opponent.

”Get her back first, ref!” She screeched. ”Get her back!”

Hanabi wasn't one to have to be stopped by the referee, but her time came around every so often. Just so happened that this was one of her times. She cast a small smile at the referee, almost an apologetic one, before she had gone for the big boot! But Devine had gotten back to normal by then; she managed to slip away and out of the ring, much to Hana's amusement.

"What's wrong, Devine~?" she taunted, leaning over the ropes to look over at her. "You seemed so sure that you were gonna own this! Are you just surprised, because I actually have talent, and you have no idea what that even looks like?" The crowd seemed to just be eating all of this up -- they cheered for Hanabi, which made her grin widen. "Come on. Get in here, before I win through count out!"

It was the last thing she was able to get out before the referee actually managed to pull her away, acquiescing to the other girl's complaints. Hanabi didn't seem too bothered by it, though; she stood on the other side of the ring, waiting for her opponent to come back in so she could keep on kicking her ass!

The crowd didn’t approve.

Hanabi didn’t approve.

The crowd didn’t approve.

It was impossible for Devine to have cared less.

She threw a middle finger Hanabi’s way and took her sweet time outside the ring, enjoying the referee slow count. A little stretching, a little strutting, just shaking off the effect of the offense she’d been forced to endure. It wasn’t like she was going to get anyone’s love even if she did rush back in, so why bother?

Right when the referee hit nine, when there was only the scantest second left, Devine bursted forth and made her way back into the ring, quickly hopping to her feet. With a flip of her hair, she started to circle the ring, keeping her distance for Hanabi, almost daring her to rush in. As tempting as it was to bring the fight straight her way and punch her in her stupid masked face, she had a bad feeling that wouldn’t go too well.

Lord, this chick was taking forever. Watching Devine strutting around like everyone was working on her own time, flipping Hanabi off. Jesus, Hana nearly jumped out there to start bashing her head in on the dividers, but one look up the ramp made her stop. If she did that, the other girls would most definitely intervened; what happened outside of the ring stayed outside of the ring, after all!

So Hana had nothing to do but wait through that long nine count, giving a small huff at the referee for counting so damn slowly. But finally, Devine found her way back in, beginning to circle the ring. Hana did the same, keeping her space for a moment, waiting to see if the girl was going to be pissed off enough to rush on in, so Hanabi could just use it against her. But even Devine wasn't that dumb.

Hanabi chuckled to herself, putting her foot forward as if she were going to rush at the girl -- before pulling it back and continuing to circle. It wasn't until Devine had her back to one of the corner posts would Hanabi rush forward, at first just looking to charge her, before ducking down for a spear! Even if Devine dodged out of the way, Hana would be at the corner, and she could definitely use that to her advantage.

As Devine moved about the ring, she spared a quick glance up the ramp, looking at her compatriots. Her eyesight wasn’t the best - she needed glasses, but never wore them - so she couldn’t make them out too well, but she could tell that Mako was having a chat with Stone about something. A rather intense chat, by the look of it. That didn’t bode well.

She needed to make some ground, here, she realized that much. Her focus returned to Hanabi, just in time to see the masked blonde moving her way, coming straight on, hard and fast.

Maybe Devine wasn’t the most experienced wrestler, but she was fast on her feet, the most agile Valkyrie by far. She waited until the last moment, the exact last moment, to dodge, then pivoted on her heel and let Hanabi’s spear pass her by, avoiding impalement by a few inches.

But that wasn’t all she did. As soon as she was clear of the danger, she brought her long leg up, swung it around, and tried to bury the tip into Hanabi’s side, hitting her right in the ribs with a piercing strike.

Once Devine was back in the ring, Hanabi didn't pay much attention to the two girls at the top of the ramp. If she had known more about the group, she might have kept a better eye on them. But she was still too new to the AFW to know much about any of the people here, to know about how much these girls. She just wanted the girl in front of her to go down for the count already, and she was getting tired of how much Devine was playing around with her for this.

Sadly, her attack missed; as she moved forward, Devine managed to pivot and dance away, before Hana even had a damn clue what had happened. She was still on track to go into the corner at least, but Devine still had another trick up her sleeve. She brought that long leg up and managed to hit Hana with a pinpoint strike right in the ribs, making Hana yelp loudly. She stopped moving and turned around to look back at the other girl.

"All right, that's how you wanna play?" she asked, her hand holding her side as if Devine had stabbed her. She began to move forward, towards Devine. Not rushing towards her, just walking towards her. The moment Devine would try to dart away, Hanabi would move to try to spear her down to the ground! If she could get her on the ground, Devine didn't have a chance.

Devine was starting to hate Hanabi, but she’d give her credit for one thing: once she set her mind on a path, there wasn’t much you could do to dissuade her. A ‘try, try again’ sort of girl. After her first attempt at a spear failed, she expected the spunky thing to try a different sort of attack, or at least take a moment to recover from the attack.

Not so. Wasn’t happening. ”Oh, come on-”

Hanabi crashed into her, slamming into Devine’s taut stomach like a living missile. It was no contest. She went down, smacking hard on the canvas, with her oppoent right on top. The last place she wanted her to be.

That hardly meant Devine was helpless, though. She had two good legs, and she wrapped those two good legs around Hanabi’s waist the moment they went down, locking her ankles and powering down on her with a solid scissorhold.