Rika Smart vs Kelli DiVanetti

Hardcore Match


'Kickstart my Heart' started blaring over the speakers as Rika Smart came out from backstage, along with the chorus of loud cheers. She sighed and clenched her fists. She had been dealing with a lot lately, building up her anger and sadness. Rika was going to let it all out in this match. And all the better, this match was a hardcore match up. She could vent her frustrations without the risk of disqualification. That suited her just fine.

Climbing into the ring and raising her fist into the air the crowd cheered her further. She then went to her corner, adjusting her cap slightly, and awaited the arrival of her opponant.

Her opponent happened to be quite a hotly followed young lady who had made her claim to fame out of Sex Wars division of AFW. Quite a few of her followers had gathered to see her compete in this, her debut in Friction and so she was warmly recepted despite generally teetering on the side of being a heel.

"Ace of Spades" by Motorhead started to play and the sound of a motorbike revering up in the background could be heard. She came out dressed as she usually did in Sex wars, purple latex leggings and panties with a white t-shirt on top, gloves and shades. she rode in sat on top of her adored motorbike (as in pic), she had been told specifically that she couldn't ride her bike to the ring because of the mess it would leave, but the way Kelli saw it was... FUCK THAT SHIT!! Just for telling her what to do she did a wheel spin and burnt some rubber on the top of the ramp way that would surely make their job to clean up the mess even harder.

With a smirk she then rode the bike down the rampway and off to oneside before sitting back and looking around at all the crowd, then lifted her shades to take a look at the ring and the girl inside. She turned off the engine and kicked the stand into place before stepping off her back and rolling in under the bottom ropes.

Rika'a eyes widened when she head the unmistakeable rev of a motorcycle engine. Sarah Gatt sometimes rode to her matches on the back of her Harley. Is she coming? she wondered in her head. But to her disapointment, it was some other girl that drove out of the front entrance. It wasn't the woman she was looking for.

Once the girl finished her spectacle and climbed into the ring, Rika sized her up with disdain. "Wow, that was impressive," Rika said with a sneer. "And the best part is after this you'll be able to park in the handicap spot."

Kelli walked up to Rika in a stand off-ish manner with her hands on her hips.

"Oh good..." She snorted and then squinted her eyes at Rika "A smart mouth..." She sighed

"I guess I should be grateful... I mean for my debute I wouldn't have enjoyed beating down a random nobody from Friction... Well, heh, not as much as beating down a nobody from Friction who writes cheques her ass can't cash."

Rika frowned when Kelli got right in her face, glaring at her when she said her piece. It was through that Rika knew what kind of person she was dealing with.

While Kelli was still talking Rika would unexpectedly headbutt the biker in her face. Actions spoke louder than words in her opinion.

"Cash that, loser," Rika would sneer, and the bell would ring almost immediately after.

"Ugh!" Kelli grunted out as the head butt made her stumble back a couple of step, her hands going up to her forehead. She pulled her hands away in front of her face to see if there was any blood but there wasn't, not this early on in the match luckily.

Why that lil' bitch...

As Kelli stumbled back Rika would rush in after her, wanting to take her down quick and reaaly put the hurt down on her. Charging in fast and hard Rika would attept to spear Kelli around the waist, lidting her clean off the mat so she could sla her back into the corner post.

Kelli was still very close to Rika and so the spear ended up pretty unavoidable but also at least wasn't as powerful as it could be. Kelli huffed out as Rika shoulder went right into her stomach and was rushed back towards the corner she'd come from, but at least the Italian was able to instinctively clasped her arm around Rika's head. She tensed up as best as she could to take the impact, which hurt all the same and almost winded her, but still she'd be able to keep ahold of Rika's head through the slam.

After letting out a deep grunt and breathing out another mouthful of air from the jolt her body had taken, she'd raise her free arm and try to ram the point of her elbow down right into the middle of Rika's spine, hoping to stop this little mometum Rika was trying to get straight off the bat.

Rika growled when Kelli grabbed her head, stopping her from moving away from the girl so she could continue her punishment, and struggled to get away. But as Kelli's elbow slamed into the centre of her spine, Rika suddenly stopped all struggling, letting out a pained cry as the blow took her to her knees before her opponant. "Ugh, you fucking bitch...."

Her head ached more then her stomach right now curtousey of Rika dirty little head butt, Kelli didn't care so much though seems it was all part of Hardcore matches.

"That's bad ass bitch to you.." Kelli said through grit teeth, taking Rika's head from under her arm and trying to yank it forwards so that Rika's throat was over the middle ropes. She'd reach one arm under the middle ropes to reach up and grab the top of Rika's head and pull down while her t-shirt cover bust pressed comfortably into Rika's shoulder, attempting to choke her over the ropes..

"Miss Bad ass bitch..."