The Idol vs the Stripper. And former Idol, I guess. Anyway. And maybe the next one too.
Darkness and Light, Into the Chaos!
Sakura took a breath to steady her nerves. She was facing off against yet another of Anesthesia's puppets, and this one was a puppet that struck close to home. After all, Aisha pursued Dixie into the wrestling world, though her motives were different compared to her own against Rio. Still, both became names in the wrestling industry as well as the music industry. And now the idol Sakura actually respected somewhat had turned into... whatever this was. Sakura admitted her white bikini with the red trimming showed off her figure to a somewhat embarrassing degree, but the black "bikini" her opponent wore looked more like a lacy underwear set.
Both had been announced already, standing face-to-face in the mud ring, waiting for the signal to start.
DING
Sista A threw a punch, which Sakura deflected, getting behind her opponent and taking a deep breath as she suplexed the blonde. The ref couldn't get in a count before Sista A broke free, rolling to her feet and wiping the mud from her eyes. "You bitch." she snarled.
"Right back at ya!" Sakura shouted, dropkicking her opponent and throwing her whole weight onto the tanned woman.
"1..." the ref counted, but Sista A shoved Sakura off of her and was on the ravenette, throwing punches that Sakura couldn't deflect, not being able to see them coming before wiping off the mud in her eyes.
"Just go down!" Sista A shouted, sparta kicking Sakura and getting on top of her, beginning to choke the girl while she was still under the mud.
Damn it, I can't breathe. Sakura realized, grabbing at the hands on her throat and trying to pry herself loose. Thankfully, the ref came to her rescue and Sakura surfaced, coughing as she gulped down precious air. She's seriously trying to kill me. Why? What's getting this strong a reaction out of her? Sakura wondered, getting back to her feet and taking her wrestling stance, assuring the ref she could still fight.
"Looks like you wanna die, little girl." Sista A snarked, rushing her. "This is my stage, and no one else is gonna dance here but me!" Sakura sidestepped the attack, intertwining her fingers and throwing a blow to her opponent's unprotected back, causing Sista A to crumble. Sakura checked her Retaliation. Not enough for a decisive blow, but I'll make due. she figured, sitting on her opponent's back and reaching into the mud. Finding Sista A's head, she put the blonde into a camel clutch. "Let me go!" she demanded, twisting to get Sakura off of her. But the ravenette managed to keep her footing despite the slick mud and pulled tighter.
Sista A struggled, trying to escape, but it was Sakura's arms that got tired as she let her opponent go and stood back up. Sista A got back to her feet, wiped the mud from her eyes, and got back into her stance as she turned back to Sakura. The two wrestlers engaged in a fist fight, both throwing blows at the other's face and torso before breaking away again, panting heavily. Sakura checked her Retaliation, smirking as she took her familiar stance. "What the hell are you doing?" Sista A demanded. Sakura didn't respond, holding her position and praying she could do this easily enough while ankle-deep in mud. "Well if you're just gonna stand there, I'll just have to come to you!" the former-idol declared, charging Sakura for a flying clothesline.
Sakura ducked the attack, putting all her stacked Retaliation into her liftoff and executing her Sakura Special. Sista A flew back, landing in the mud with a groan. Sakura wasted no time going for the pin. "1...2..." the ref counted, only for Sista A to kick out and roll to her feet.
Damn it, still not enough? What'll it take to bring her down? Sakura wondered, dodging a wild punch thrown by her opponent. I can't use the Low Cyclone in this mud, and the Misaki Specials won't do the job either right now. Come on, Sakura, think. Ducking under another punch, Sakura recovered in enough time to catch the roundhouse kick directed her way. She smirked. "Alright then, how about this?" she shouted, throwing Sista A's leg up and causing her to fall onto her back. Sakura stomped on her opponent's stomach a few times before lifting her up and powerbombing her. Sakura let Sista A fall and went for another pin.
"1...2...3!" The ref called.
DINGDINGDING
Sakura sighed in relief as her hand was lifted in victory. Sista A stood up, groaning as she held her head. "Owowowow. Where's the wise guy who ran me over with a truck?" she demanded.
"A truck, huh? Never been called that before." Sakura giggled, offering a hand to Aisha. "I'm Sakura, nice to officially meet you."
"Aisha, and same." the idol replied, accepting the ravenette's hand. "So care to explain what the hell happened ta me?"
And done! Well, that went well. At least I think it did. Next week's is going to be a bit easier to write since it's between two Rumble Roses characters. Well, leave a review with your thoughts and I'll see everyone next week!
