Daichi Kazura versus Nerissa Labong

[Teenwrestler]

Continued from here

Match type: standard
Victory conditions: pinfall, submission, knockout, disqualification

Back in his locker room, Daichi had his face buried in his palms while rubbing it aggressively up and down. He shook his head, wondering how he got into this mess in the first place?! All he tried to do was help or cheer Nerissa up but he was just the wrong person at the wrong time. Pro wrestling was a tough business, some say there are no friends in this business and some wrestlers indeed are actively against making friendships. Indeed, everyone is competing with one another and with such a high conflict of interest, he could see why many people take that approach. But he was a good natured person, until he was pushed too far. Nerissa is the one who wanted this match and now she was going to get the full fury of the Blazing Warrior.

Spoiler

"Alright! I have to focus. I know I didn't get through her by my words, but maybe I can through my fists" he said, adjusting his gloves while rotating his wrists. Finally, he would sit on the bench and boot on his wrestling boots, lacing them up. He knew that he was the underdog rookie, that Nerissa was probably the fan and the bookies favorite to win but he was still looking to give it his all and perhaps even surprise everyone. After he was ready, the Pink haired male would make his way out to the arena.

Daichi's theme cued and the young start would walk down the arena, trying to hide his nervousness as best as he could. Once near the ring, he would hop up the ring apron and make his way inside the ring before walking up the turnbuckle and raising his arm up in the air, showing a "V" sign while smiling brightly. The crowd did not seem impressed at all, giving him a lukewarm reaction as they could sense the rookie was trying to overcompensate already. "Heh tough crowd..." he muttered under his own breath before dropping to the ring canvas and walking over towards his corner of the ring, doing some light stretches and warm ups to limber up and get ready to face his opponent.

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“I see the rails to the restoration of your career have already been set, huh...” the blonde grinned, sitting on a bench watching her friend's warm-up.

“I see you've decided to pretend to be Victoria,” Nerissa replied tartly. “But two mothers are more than enough for me, and I don't need a third.”

While Astrid was grinning once again, the Native American woman turned sharply around, sending an elbow strike into the punching bag, thereby ending her warm-up. After taking a deep breath, Nerissa headed for her locker. Taking a towel, she wiped the floor off her forehead, then turned her gaze to the blonde.

“Seriously, Astrid, what are you doing here?” She asked bluntly this time.

“Hmm...” the Norwegian woman crossed her legs and leaned back slightly. “I'm here because both of my best friends are in deep emotional crisis right now." Lavender eyes sparkled as she stared intently at Nerissa. “Victoriais usually the one doing the brainwashing, but since you're both avoiding her right now, I had to take over the job.”

“I'm not Charlotte!" Nerissa rolled her eyes. “I don't have any emotional crisis, so don't try to clear my head.” She threw the towel in the locker and took her Pride flag. “As you can see, I'm trying to get my career back on track, and that's why...”

“And that's why you're doing stupid things!" Astrid said sharply. “Instead of letting Victoria do her job, you get involved in conflicts." The blonde crossed her arms under her breasts. “Not so long ago, you asked me to pick you up from a nightclub, have you already forgotten our conversation? Why didn't you talk to her?”

“To Victoria?”

After that, Astrid's gaze pierced Nerissa through. In fact, it was obvious to the Native American woman that her friend wasn't talking about Victoria at all. She even had to bite her lower lip. She didn't want to talk about it now. Not before the match. Nerissa tied the Pride flag around her neck.

“I have a match waiting for me, we'll talk later...”

Without saying anything else, she left the locker room and headed down the long hallway. Astrid stared at the door for a few more seconds, through which her friend disappeared, and then sighed heavily. Damn. If things continue to go this way, it's definitely not going to end well. Unfortunately, Astrid didn't have any ideas how to help Charlotte yet. But she did have an idea about how to help Nerissa.

“Pha... I told you that you have to find the strength to talk to her or I'll have to help you with this...” she said into the void and then took out her phone.

Slightly annoyed, Nerissa entered the waiting room and stopped in front of the curtains. If everything were as simple as Astrid thinks, then the world would be full of pink colors and only unicorns who feed on rainbows and poop with butterflies would live there. However, the reality is not that simple.

"Nah, fuck it..." Nerissa hissed, then clenched and unclenched her fists several times.

There was only one thing that mattered right now, and that was her match. After signing the contract, she had yet to fight against a man. Not because of the fact that she's playing for another team, but simply because she hasn't had the opportunity to do so until now. Nerissa had the opportunity to specify in the contract that she refuses any mixed matches. But she was too much of a badass bitch to pass up such an opportunity.

“I'm gonna take everything I want!" She said to herself, licking her lips.

Entrance Music

Attire

Her dynamic music started and Nerissa came out from behind the curtains. Just like last time, she didn't use her classic entrance with the lights off because she didn't think she deserved it yet. It was only her second match after a series of high-profile failures, but in any case, the audience reacted to her appearance much better than in the match against that blonde. When the Echidna was at the top of the ramp, she untied the Pride flag around her neck and raised it over her head, for which she received a round of applause.

She walked towards the ring with a confident step. She pushed aside all her inner worries. They didn't make sense now. Now it was not about her suffering because of a certain woman, but about the fact that she intended to kick the ass of one cheeky guy who, in his naivety, first decided that he had the right to pry into the soul of the Native American woman, and then dared to insult her.

Leaving the Pride flag on the apron, the Echidna abruptly ran up the metal steps and grabbed the top ropes. With one leap, she was on the top turnbuckle. Smiling broadly, she jumped forward, performing a perfect front flip. Having cinematically performed a superhero landing in the very center of the ring, she straightened to her full height and bent her arms at the elbows. Licking her lips, she showed the audience two horn signs, for which she received another round of approving applause. In small steps, but she really began to walk towards rebuilding her career.

When the audience's reaction subsided, she turned to face her opponent without leaving the center of the ring. When the pink-haired guy was in her line of sight, Nerissa's eyes narrowed slightly. Today, she would tear him apart, no matter what the cost. Smoothly raising her right hand, she beckoned him to her, thereby showing that she couldn't wait to start the match.