Yasha Love Vs. Shiki

Standard Match

Wining conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout.

The lights dimmed and over the loud speaker the simple but random phrase "I would die for peanut butter." was uttered in a female voice and electronic drums and fx started playing. The crowd was in a roar already knowing what was coming and after a few seconds a loud "GO!" was shouted by the crowd as soon as it was yelled in the song.

At that moment, in a flash of pyrotechnics, Yasha Love came bursting out of the curtain and came running down the ramp at full speed. Her fist pumped in the air and she blew kisses at the crowed, herpartially unzipped leather suit defying the laws of pyhsics at how they kept her exposed chest contained.

She slid into the ring and bounced up. "Hello my Lovelies!" She shouted. "Let your love flow into the arena so that we may make terrific justice!" She grinned as she gave her call sign, making a V with her fingers. "Love Shines!" She called out.

"Forever Heart!" The audience returned with a loud cheer. Yasha then turned and faced the entrance as she waited for her opponent.

The audience would hardly have a moment to contain their excitement from Yasha Love's entrance as the sound of Breaking Benjamin's, I Will Not Bow, soon erupted across the entire arena. In a new flash of pyrotechnics, strolling through a hail of white sparks, Shiki, finally made her appearance. Despite the pure excitement that seemed to radiate all around her, the punkette kept a cool as ice demeanor as she made her way towards the ring—almost casually, swinging her hips with each step as she wore a slight smirk on soft, pink, lips. Interestingly, Shiki didn't offer so much as a wave to the adoring fans; she seemed to hardly acknowledge they existed at all. Regardless, the cheers continued to come as Shiki slipped into the ring.

Raven black hair framed her pretty face while a pair of black sunglasses, possessing a silver gradient, were adorned over her eyes which threw a heavy glare off their reflective surfaces, making it hard to see exactly what she was looking at. Clad in what would become the first of her punk style, her attire was a mostly black affair—jean short-shorts complimented by fistnet, thigh-high, stockings which arose from rather large "combat" boots. A loose fitting tee covered her top; the collar particularly wide as it met one side of her neck before dropping low on her opposite shoulder, exposing a good portion of her collar along with a milky pink shoulder strap of a bra. The shirt was also cut low at the bottom, putting Shiki's softly toned abdomen on display, while carrying a heavily stylized image of a pink skull with a nail apparently being driven within the top right side of it's form. The punkette wore an assortment of accessories though nothing that would be too distracting for herself or her opponent.

Taking her first few steps in the ring, Shiki seemed only to pause a moment before slipping back to allow herself to rest almost comfortably against the turnbuckle on her side of the ring. This was it. This was finally it. Her first match! While the youth did a wonderful job hiding her excitement on the outside, in truth, the reality of the moment was still hitting her. This would be her first match among, no doubt, many.

I'm going to own this damn ring!

Or so she told herself. Seemly caught up in her own rather vivid fantasies of future exploits having now finally stepped into the ring, it was rather clear that Shiki hadn't even really taken notice of her opponent yet. It almost seemed she was rather content in her momentarily daydream. Not exactly the most tactful or eloquent of beginnings for the punkette!

Yasha watched as her opponent came down the ring. Despite having a wide smile on her face, inside she was very contemplative. I've never seen her before. Another newbie? I suppose that's alright. As long as we have fun. Hilde thought as she sauntered towards the middle of the ring.

She thrust her hip out and put one hand out in a sexy super sentei pose as she thrust her other hand upward. She then brought her hand down to her mouth and whistled loudly to get Shiki's attention.

"My Love echos back and forth so that it fills everyone's heart. Does your Love reverberate back? It Must! For the sake of Great Justice!" She said winking at Shiki.

Shiki found herself standing alone in a rather solemn ring; her figure towering atop a pile of dozen and dozens of wrestler's body. A championship belt held high in her hands as flames seem to erupt skyward from some unknown source accompanied by the wail of an electric guitar—

The sudden intrusion of Yasha's rather loud whistle had Shiki's snapping back to reality—a bit of a pout finding Shiki's lips before she realized she was being addressed. " What the hell—.. " She found herself pausing mid-sentence as the demon of love struck a cute but ridiculous pose. Which was followed be equally ridiculous words. A hand raised quickly before Shiki snatched her glasses from her own face; a mixed look of curiosity and contempt touching those otherwise cute features. " Are you serious?.. "

This was her first opponent? Shiki found herself having a bit of hard time taking that fact all that seriously. A hand soon raised as she pressed her face into her palm, " Ugh, I'm already getting a headache.. "

Yasha grinned despite Shiki's tone towards her antics. Shifting a bit, she blew a kiss at Shiki but snatched it out of the air before it could find it's mark and pretended to stuff it into her partially exposed cleavage. "Love is the most serious matter there is." She said with real conviction as she sauntered back to her corner, swinging her hips to and fro in a wider arc than was necessary for locomotion.

When she was at her corner, she spun around and pointed at Shiki. "As long as you let the river of your heart flow deep and wide and leave a pool of your Love for everyone to bath in than you can have this little gift." She said patting her Chest. With a coy look, Yasha raised an eyebrow. "Are you ready for Love's Demonic Embrace?"

Love? What the hell is she talking about?

Shiki found herself momentarily mesmerized by girl's overly eccentric antics. It would be one of the rare moments Shiki found herself at a loss of words.

However, the spell was soon lifted as Shiki finally lost her patience, " Bring it on, dammit! Who the hell do you think you're pointing at, anyway!? "
Those trendy sunglasses were soon discarded as Shiki tossed them carelessly out of the ring before raising her own hand to challenge Yasha's own point with one of her own. " I'm going to take you apart, bitch. " As soon as the words left Shiki's lips, she was already dashing towards Yasha, if a bit recklessly. It wasn't the most glorious of first attacks but Shiki would do her best to slam her shoulder directly into the eccentric one's form, if given the opportunity, and drive her harshly into the turnbuckle she stood in front of.

Cute butt or not, Shiki was determined to kick it!

Yasha raised her eyebrows as Shiki had become fed up and dashed at her. She took a fighting stance and heard the bell conceniently clang as Shiki made her charge. Despite being a flashy person, she took a real fighting stance, looking as though she was going to brace for the impact. However, at the last second, she dashed to the side, letting Shiki continue her charge and hopefully causing her to slam that shoulder of hers into the turnbuckle.

Oh, she's dead. She's so dead.

Shiki couldn't contain the rather menacing grin that found her lips amidst her charge as she watched Yasha Love seemly brace for impact. Of course, that grin quickly faded as those green eyes went a bit wide as she watched her eccentric opponent suddenly slipped just out of her path—leaving only the turnbuckle to await Shiki's charge. " Shit—!" The word was muttered a split second before the youth smacked into the turnbuckle with a resounding thud, despite her efforts to slow herself. The blow had rattled the punkette though she managed to stay on her feet—staggering a few steps backwards as she visibly winced. Ouch.

Turnbuckle: 1
Shiki: 0

Yasha winced as she saw Shiki slam into the turnbuckle but her grin quckly reformed as she slid behind her punky opponentand grabbed either side of the corner ropes. Never one to dismiss showmanship, Yasha lifted her self up by the ropes and tried to shoot her feet forward. If this maneuver worked, she would not only slam Shiki back into the turnbuckle but would be pinning her their as she suspended herself in mid air, using only the ropes and Shiki's back to hover in spectacular fashion as she stretched her sexy legs to the limits.

Despite her daze, it took less than her intuition to tell her that she was in trouble. Of course, having just bullcharged a solid piece of metal, even if slightly padded, there wasn't a whole lot she could manage in the moment. As Yasha slipped behind Shiki, the punkette managed to swing herself around albeit being a bit disorientated. As a result, Yasha found herself grabbing the ropes and driving both of her feet forward only to find herself shoving both of her feet into Shiki's chest instead of her back. Lovely.

Shiki gave the slightest gasp—it wasn't the most comfortable positioning and the pressure wasn't helping but it was better than having both of her feet driving into her exposed back. " .. Tch! " Her scoff left her lightly glossed lips a moment before Shiki threw up both of her hands, grabbing and shoving upward with all her force as she attempted to offset Yasha Love's leverage and drive her feet up and away from her chest. " Get. The. Hell. Off! " The words were practically growled. Rawr!