Return of the blue warrior (aoi fukiwara vs spectre)

[Dragonofdarkness]

Match type Standard
attire normal
win by pinfall submission or KO

Checking her attired and leg for the last time Aoi was a bit nervous the doctors said she was good to go to start fighting again. Her knee made a full recovery and was better than ever. however, Aoi had a bit of a deep-seated fear her leg was still not good. however, she couldn't hide away forever she had fans and people who looked up to her. Yuki being one of them while training the girl. "okay...I'm okay....my leg is good my clothes are good....I'm not going to get injured again." Aoi mumbled to herself. she lost some of her confidence after that fight with Rose Gold and even worse she can't even look or talk to Rebecca since she was worried Rebecca hated her due to her failing to avenge her. now she may never be able to since Rose Gold had left LAW and Aoi's chances of reclaiming her honor along with her.

just the thought of that anger aoi as she hated it so much. "Damn it!" she wanted to punch something but took some breaths and calmed down. She had to focus on her next fight. getting called to the arena Aoi headed to the arena and waited for her cue to go out. Once given Aoi ran out and waved to the crowd trying her best to smile while wearing her fake armor. she would run to the ring and jump over the top room showing off her abilities and prowess. giving a smile all seemed good as she walked over to her corner waiting for her opponent. she took off her armor to show her wrestling outfit the same one she wore against Rose.

outfit

[Monsy]

Aoi Fukiwara. Now that was a name anyone should know. It was a former champion, but one that has been gone for a while. Not that it could be helped. She uncovered the leg thing with some infiltrating leading up to tonight. Then she played her matches over. And over. And over. By the time tonight came, Spectre already felt programmed to beat them.

Now. Lets go…

Three… two… One.

Her chrome skull flashed on a black screen. Its blue nuclear eye span in its sockets.

counted down her arrival, with a sense of unease from the crowd who looked at their seat partners, locked their ankles over each other and felt their mouth dry. When the techno came, the crowd’s eyes darted up. Spotlights strafed. Spectre was descending from the rafters above. She stood on a thick metal cable with a steel hook. An arm was around the cable. Her back against it. Two crowbars hooked on her waist belt. She wore a two-piece outfit. Leotard and an asymmetrical skirt. Her belly was translucent and tight, and the Malevolent Virus was a short figure.

“Making her way to the ring… From parts unknown, weighing one-hundred pounds and standing at five foot one. The Malevolent Virus… Speeeeeeeectre!”

When it came to the six foot mark, she stepped off the hook and free fell. Her feet landed on the top turnbuckle. Toes apart, ankles together, knees out and in a squat. Her hands were between her legs to the top pad. A perch.

The Malevolent Virus

She stood up, a spotlight behind her helped to cast a looming shadow across the ring. She armed herself with the crowbars, lept into the air and landed in front of Aoi. Her gaze sharp, cold and robotic. She said to her...

“So, you’ve finally crawled out of your hole. Aoi Fukiwara.”

[Dragonofdarkness]

Aoi stood calm as the Spectre made her entrance she looked up seeing the girl come down and then fell form a relatively safe height she breaths a bit as she heard the girls words feeling a bit angery mixed with shame but kept her anger in check.

"what can i say i needed to recover my leg was injured after all." she shrugged as she looked at Spectre and bounced a bit. "But I'm back now so get read to lose" Aoi stated trying to exude confidence. she hated how she had to take so long to get back into the fight but deep down she was scared to get injured again as she looked at her opponent and walked towards her ready for to start the fight. Many wonder why aoi was walking normally she ran towards her opponents at the start of the match. Aoi offered a test of strength just as the bell rang, which baffled her Fans even more.

Aoi didn't want to admit but she was still worried about her leg she decided to take it slow for this match as she looked at Spectre focusing on the girl not sure what type of fighter this girl was.

[Monsy]

She knew about the medical hurdle. Long stints away, the records and recovery. It was one of the easiest recons in her memory. Poor little warrior. So to match Aoi’s approach, Spectre also came forward. The air was sucked from the room, turning the crowd quiet. When lined up in front of each other, they looked roughly the same size. Both of them billed as such. Even so, she took one peek at that test of strength and raised a brow.

Riiiiiight.

But she’d buy into it for a second, playing the game. She looked out into the crowds and tried to convey that their response meant something. The classic, yes, I hear you, while her ears actually thrummed to acoustics and white noise keeping her eardrums calm. She stared lifelessly back, then the other way. Her hand flinched. Fingers flexing.

The crowd’s gears turned and roused more excitement. It made them inch just a little further off their seats.

Then with the crowd’s wishes rested firmly in her hands and Aoi’s determination, Spectre lifted one hand, slipped her fingers between the gaps of Aoi’s, then clenched to complete the grip. One hand down, now the--

“Lose?”

-- Spectre twisted Aoi's wrist. HARD.

“A lot has changed since you were shelved.
You turned into a puppy that wept at home, unable to go outside. Unable to do anything with yourself.”

And now she bent the hand back towards the arm. Her black nails dug against the back of Aoi’s hand and slowly bent the fingers too. What was Spectre going for? Nothing short of seeing Aoi squirm and come low from the awkward and painful angle. To give in.

“Now I infect the show.”

[Dragonofdarkness]

Aoi would lock fingers and hands with the girl as they started to push for the test. Spectre would gain an advantage as Aoi groaned hearing her call her a puppy. "im no puppy!" she yelled as she didn't go down with out a fight she pushed more weight on her other leg as she stood back up and pushed Spectre's wrist back.

"you may infect the show but I'm still the warrior that wont go down to a weak Infection you think you bad but you're...really small!" Aoi stated as she tried to sound confident and keep the comments spectre said to her She wasn't a puppy she us able to do things with herself. she was only shelved for a bit she can still fight.

pushing the wrists more Aoi tried to push Spectre down. "A Newbie like you can't compete with me!" Aoi said as she growled gaining some confidence again while trying to ignore the girls words. the crowd cheered as they watched the two try and get over the other.

[Monsy]

Now THIS was a piss water position.

Half her limbs were tied up, and they weren’t much for this avenue. When it came to the first puuuuush, the virus locked her elbows and strained her upper-back. One foot slid. Upper-back arched, like the bending metal beam, a kink in the structure forced to bear a heavy load.

She squinted.
Their arms rattled with sweat quickly forming on Spectre’s lithe biceps, holding the line until—Crack

My fuckin back—

Then it was retreat since. Backstep, backstep. The crowd’s voice raised and whistled. Back towards the corner, Spectre’s felt a tingle between her shoulderblades, anticipating the leather pad.

“Who you callin’ newbie?”

Then backstepped onto the bottom corner pad, then stepped higher onto the middle before—BAM! She jumped from her elevated station and thrust a bottled-up knee towards Aoi’s chin for a good crack to start things off.

[Dragonofdarkness]

Aoi smiled. She didn't seem to have lost her edge or strength. she was able to push Spectre back and thought she heard a crack but kept it to herself. Smirking at Spectre's words " I'm calling you a UGH!!" She groaned as a hard knee hit her chin just right to rattle her brain. she took a few steps back holding her chin as she was about to fall. however, she refused to fall as she bent forward and regain some foot.

"ugh that smarts...." Aoi said to herself as she held her chin wincing at the pain. luckily it didn't rattle her enough however she was now wide open. her mind didn't forget the match but she wasn't thinking on what spectre was doing. this might prove to be a big mistake for Aoi if spectre decides to capitalize on her moment of weakness.

[Monsy]

It felt good on her knee to taste Aoi’s chin.

She was yearning to do it again. The feeling, the soreness from knocking bone into bone, was very fuckin’ lovely. And now, Aoi was but a standing bullseye, marking her words in compliments that landed in a river, drowned and stayed there. Spectre, for her part, moved in on the dazed blue warrior after saying, quietly, “Ironic.” And rushed forward.

One-lunge, half-lunge, then she dipped low, leaning forward and pointing her shoulder right at the exposed belly of Aoi Fukiwara. She jumped, shot herself like an arrow with her shoulder and collar aiming to spear Aoi in her belly, and hopefully take her down for the many-many holds awaiting her on the mat.

[Dragonofdarkness]

Aoi was dazed as seh groaned form the knee the chin. she shook her head but groaned as she got hit by a massive spear, sending her down on the mat as she coughed. "ugh fuck..." she asked her self if she was a rookie as she could have easily turn that spear against Spectre but she didnt cause the knee dazed her enough she shouldn't have been that dazed to allow that to happen.

Groaning Aoi tried to grab a part of spectre any part to turn this match around she didn't want to be the ground where the girl cold do something to her that might weaken aoi considerably with submission most like.

[Monsy]

Aoi found Spectre's right arm, causing the virus to. After they fell, Spectre straddled Aoi's knees after clumping on-top of her. She didn't miss a beat after feeling the grip. Instead, she counter-gripped up on Aoi's forearm, making their limbs parallel.

Spectre used that to pull, sit up and shift her hips forward, trying to take a full mount and just get a better angle. If she could, then she'd fold her other arm in and start smashing her elbow into Aoi's face. Every time, she leaned into it, curling down to make sure it carried maximum payload from such tiny strength.

Wham.
Wham.
WHAM. . .