Avryl vs Shiki

Standard Match
Terms of Victory - 3-count Pin, Submission or KO

It was a very special night. It was the night when Avryl planned on recovering the people's respect and her title as one of the most badass wrestlers in the place. Tonight she was going to give whoever was her opponent a very important lesson. Tonight she wasnt going to hold anything back. Tonight she wasnt even going to bother in mocking her opponent. Tonight... she wasnt going to have any mercy. Because of her loss against Antonina, wrestling fans started thinking she wasnt nothing but a pathetic, useless jobber. It wasnt like she didnt try - Antonina was very skilled. However... tonight she was going to prove them all wrong.

Avryl punched the wall of the backstage room, looking down at her feet with a rather serious expression in her face. This was her last chance. What will be of her if she lost tonight? She might become the target of people's insults and mocks, or maybe something worse - get her contract anulled and be kicked out of AFW for being such a loser. The woman let out a deep sigh, closing her eyes and relaxing her muscles for about 30 seconds. The moment when she'll have to come out of the backstage was getting closer and she knew it.

She lifted her head and turned around, standing right before the exit that lead to the arena. She was really nervous as she couldnt stop thinking of her possible future. With another sigh, she tried to calm herself a little bit, but it was terribly hard to do such a thing when your career is depending on the result of your next match. She pulled the iPod out of her bikini bottoms and threw it against the wall, the little device getting destroyed immediatly. The feeling of destroying something like that brought Avryl a little peace of mind, not enough to make her forget about her worries though. She adjusted her breasts inside her matching sports bra and checked the ties of her boots.

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9skUH9rSD8:2wt0dbzu]Time of Dying by Three Days Grace[/url:2wt0dbzu] started playing on the loudspeakers as the main spotlight focused on the entrance of the backstage. As the members of the crowd havent heard this song before, they thought a new wrestler might be having her debut match tonight. They were pretty surprised as they found out who appeared at the top of the ramp was no other than Avryl. They started boo'ing her immediatly, not because she was a heel, but because she was a loser. Like every time, she just ignored them as she made her way down the ramp, not even turning her head to see the expression on the people's face. All she was worried about was the result of this match.

I will not die... (I will not die)
I will survive....

By the time the band's lead singer started singing the pre-chorus for the second time, Avryl was already climbing into the ring. First she climbed onto the apron, then slipped between the mid and top ropes, holding them apart from each other to make it easier for herself to get in. She walked straight to her corner and turned around, laying her back against the turnbuckle and resting her arms on the top ropes. "This... maybe my last chance." She murmured to herself, wishing deep inside her heart that her opponent tonight wasnt really hard.

Oblivious.

Yes, Shiki was quite oblivious to the inner turmoil that existed within Avryl and her hunger for some form of redemption. Not that it would have mattered much to the youth, regardless. However, this would only be the cocky youth's second time setting foot in the ring—the first of her matches ending with... Well, that really didn't matter now, did it? Shiki's intro music fired up—Breaking Benjamin - I Will Not Bow—and with a flurry of pyrotechnics, the raven haired punkette was strolling down the entrance ramp with the roar of the crowd.

That's right, you love me! You can't get enough of me!

Shiki's couldn't help but grin against the cheers though she kept her usual cool demeanor; the excitement could be positively intoxicating, however. A black bikini top, the fabric over each breasts sporting a cutely designed skull, was all that covered the girl's top—allowing a good portion of her fair skin to be on display—while a matching pair of black jean short-shorts fit her hips snug; the fly of the jeans left provocatively unbuttoned, offering a peek at her black panties underneath. Lastly, the punkette sported her heavy, black, combat boots—laced up tight—as fishnet stockings rose just over the mid of her thighs.

Despite her casual stroll, it wouldn't have been long before the raven haired cutie slipped into the ring. Avryl would have found the girl's green eyes hidden behind a pair of stylish and expensive sunglasses—their silver gradient giving off a heavy glare—though she'd have no doubt that Shiki's gaze had quickly settled upon her. " You hear that? "

The punkette allowed herself to settle and relax in the corner post on the opposite side of Avryl as she spoke, a smirk coming to her lightly glossed, pink, lips, " ... They really hate your guts. " The raven haired one chuckled before tilting her head just a bit to the side as she allowed herself to glance Avryl over. " Tch. I guess it can't be helped though, right? I am your opponent, after all. " Shiki's hand raised in Avryl's direction before the cocky youth turned her hand over carefully giving a rather firm thumbs down motion, " You don't stand a fuckin' chance, cupcake. "

The gesture only brought a louder cheer from the crowd as Shiki was only too eager to work them up, her smirk growing ever so slightly. Even after such a thorough defeat in her first match, it seemed Shiki's attitude and confidence hadn't diminished one bit. Oh, dear.

Avryl heard Shiki's music starting and turned her head slowly to the backstage entrance, where her opponent was supposed to come from. At first sight, Shiki looked like one of those superstars you see on TV, which was exactly the kind of people she disliked the most. It might mean bad news for Shiki. Another sigh escape her mouth, though this was full of disappointment. She wished for a weak opponent, yeah, but did they have to bring her?

It was then when her mind told her to shut up. These judgements were the ones that made her lose her last fights - she couldnt commit the same mistake. "Tsk." She looked away from her opponent and folded her arms against her not-so-big bust, actually ignoring the other girl's taunt. None of Shiki's words affected her, as she just wasnt paying attention to her, at all. It was a bit hard to ignore the crowd though, but she still managed to stay calm.

However... that cupcake word. No one who ever dared to call her that lived to tell about it. Well... they lived, but got beaten down savagely by Avryl. As she heard it, she looked at her opponent across the ring. "....You're dead." She grinned wickedly, lifted one of her arms up and did a throat-cut motion. Now there was no way she'd let the other girl out of the ring without teaching her a lesson.

Oh, she dared to call her cupcake. She sooo dared!

Avryl's own gesture only brought a rather dangerous grin to Shiki's own lips. Those black boots soon began to take Shiki across the ring with her usual cocky, sass-filled, stroll. The youth's hand raised, amidst her stride, coming to grasp at the slender frame of her sunglasses before a simple flick of her wrist sent the gleaming accessory flipping away rather carelessly. The raven haired rock star wouldn't hesitate in the least bit as she marched her way to stand just in front of Avryl.

The general look and vibe of the girl would have suggested she had a few more choice words for Avryl. However, without hesitating even a second, the punkette swung an open palm outward in a wide arc, delivering a harsh slap to Avryl's cheek; if she let her guard down. Of course, it could have been a punch but the youth meant it as an insult more than any real attack. Charming, as always, Shiki would wear that cute—if so very smug—smirk all the while!

Avryl watched as her opponent came close to her, wondering why in hell would she come to her before the match even began. Did she want to suffer before the fight could even officially begin? She followed her opponent's hand as she took off her glasses. What does she want now? One question she'd just find an answer for a few seconds later, once Shiki was standing right in front of her. She tried to look pretty serious, but it didnt seem like the other girl was intimidated at all.

The last thing she expected was Shiki to be stupid enough to go and slap her like that. Her eyes widened as her head snapped to the side. 'How dares she.... How dares she mock me like this?!' Avryl wondered. She slowly turned her head back to Shiki, staring her right in the eyes. "...dare you..." She softly murmured, her voice then becoming louder and louder. "How dare you...." She clutched her hands into fists tightly. "How dare you!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs and charged her arm back, then sending it forward, her fist aiming to hit Shiki's nose violently.

Shiki's amusement seemed to only grow as she watched Avryl struggle with her words due to her apparent outrage. The raven haired punkette had brought a hand to her hips as those glossed lips parted once more, " Good, it seems I have your— " Avryl's punch had to be expected—Shiki's green eyes widened just a bit—though the punkette didn't dodge or budge even a bit as her pretty opponent's knuckles collided with her nose. " ... attention. " She finished her comment deliberately despite the rather painful sting. The blow had staggered the youth back a step, turning Shiki's face just a little, though she had nonchalantly returned to her original posture.

" Not bad. " A hint of a smirk found Shiki's lips, her green eyes flickering dangerously—and that would be about the only warning Avryl would have received—before the youth launched her head directly forward, looking to slam her own forehead into the bridge of Avryl's nose. With Shiki's headbutt, the bell signaling the beginning of the match soon resounded if a bit belated. However, it was rather obvious that these two had prepared to take each other apart as soon as they entered the ring!

Shiki seemed to be tough as hell, as she didnt seem to be really hurt after that punch. Well, it was possible since she didnt use all of her strength to hit her. Avryl took a step back and got ready for whatever Shiki was planning on doing. Why not starting the match now instead of waiting for the bell? Avryl was really excited now. A strong opponent, though still someone she thought she could defeat.

Avryl then noticed her opponent's headbutt synchronizing with the sound of the bell, the match officially starting. She grinned at the sight of this; she planted her left foot on the mat and used it to pivot skillfully to the side. In the process, she'd bring one of her hands to the back of Shiki's head and push it right into the edge of the turnbuckle. She needed to inflict as much damage as possible, taking advantage of every single opportunity that showed up. Otherway, she'd be committing the same mistake she did in her last matches, what could lead her to lose the fight.

There was no doubt Shiki could take a beating! However, turnbuckles just weren't a fight she often won against...

Having thrown a good amount of leverage into her headbutt attempt, the youth would have found herself positively off balance as her opponent had rather skillfully dodged her lunge. Shiki's pretty green eyes would have found themselves growing a bit wide as she staggered forward, the firm grasp of Avryl's fingers slipping through her hair only reinforced her suspicions of her opponents intent as she was shoved roughly into the turnbuckle.

" N-nngh! "The raven haired cutie's head bounced rather nicely off the turnbuckle before her head reeled back from the impact. " F-Fuck..! " Both hands instinctively rose to grasp at the stinging area of her forehead as Shiki hissed with a string of unmentionable curses. That had to sting, after all! Though brief, the youth found herself knocked a bit silly from just unintentionally headbutting the ring post. Trapped in the momentarily daze, the raven haired cutie found herself staggering back a few steps; effectively backing her way rather sloppily into Avryl's waiting form right behind her. No doubt, she'd have a special greeting prepared for Shiki.~

Of course she did~! Avryl was eager to prove the people in the crowd that she was no weakling, that she could easily handle a bitch like Shiki. She released her opponent's hair and passed by her, sneaking up right behind the raven haired girl. Not willing to waste any chance to attack, Avryl would wrap one of her arms around her opponent's throat in some kind of sleeperhold. However, her real intention was to keep her from moving as she brought right leg back, and after a few seconds, try to slam her knee right into Shiki's butt, with the full intention of breaking her pubic symphysis -in other words, the bone right between your butt cheeks-.

Even if Shiki was somehow able to dodge the first knee slam, there were several more waiting to come. Unless she released herself from the sleeperhold, there was no way she could dodge 'em all. "I've got you now..!" She whispered right into her opponent's ear.

The slightest of gasps left Shiki's lips as she felt Avryl's arm slipping around her neck. She tensed against the hold, resisting, but also preparing for whatever was coming next.

Don't tell me she actually thinks she's going to put me in a sleeper right at the beginning of the match! Or, maybe, she's going for a takedown...

Of course, the youth wouldn't have long to contemplate her defense as Avryl's assault began—with a knee... right in her ass. Shiki's form jumped a bit in Avryl's grasp, a girlish yelp leaving the punkette's lips as she staggered and pressed against Avryl's form. Needless to say, she had not expected that. Frustration quickly hit the raven haired cutie, though it was only amplified as she felt Avryl's warm breathe caress her ear along with the taunt that followed.

" Tch! We'll see about that... " Her cheeks flushed just a bit as she responded with a pout. A second knee would connect with her tailbone—in which, Shiki winced, giving a low growl—before the youth would suddenly retaliate by swinging back her elbow harshly, looking to slam Avryl's ribs with the blow while the two were pressed together in their rather intimate encounter. Sore ass or not, the youth was content with the thought of exchanging blows; an elbow to the ribs for every knee to her tailbone! The stubborn rock star was already fighting for leverage to swing another harsh elbow to Avryl's ribs if she insisted on maintaining her current grasp on the punkette!