It's Not a PHASE, Mom: Tsubaki Ito vs Rina Kwon

[Misfit_Alien]

Tsubaki Ito vs Rina Kwon
Match Type: "Standard."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or knocking the wrestler out. Additionally, if a wrestler remains outside the ring for too long, they will be disqualified after a ten-count. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Standard rules - DQs, Count-outs, and the submission or pinfall MUST happen within the confines of the ring.

Spoiler

"Making her way to the ring, fighting out of Tokyo, Japan, standing at 5'10 and weighing 170 lbs...TSUBAKI ITO!!!"


Tsubaki was rather thrilled to be getting back into the ring so soon. Seems those business folk up in those high-rise administrative offices had a liking for the aged newcomer, already booking her for a few more matches in the coming weeks. Fresh faces were all the rage, and Tsubaki brought a very charismatic and warm energy to the ring...even with her decent wrestling skills. The mother of two wasn't complaining. She thoroughly enjoyed the experience of taking on someone else in the 'squared circle', battling it out in a competition of skill, strength, speed, and spirit! It was exhilarating...beyond that, even!!! It made her feel alive, especially after having lost so much. Her way of life was thrown out the window following her late husband's passing, but now she had something to help fill that gap, something she could dedicate herself to and enjoy...something that wasn't a book club or baking or knitting...something with action, drama, and excitement.

The last thing Tsubaki wanted...or needed...was to be cooped up in some home or have her kids back living with her to look after her. She wasn't some frail little bird that needed protecting. She was a capable woman who raised two children into adulthood and took care of an entire household while her husband was toiling away at work. And now, she was a professional wrestler...She decided her role and lot in life, no one else. While others may sit back and waste away in what they call 'retirement', this widow wouldn't have any of it. And so, as her heart pounded away in her chest, Tsubaki walked forward, feeling the cold steel of the entrance ramp beneath her feet after emerging from backstage, the crowd cheering her on. She blew kisses in their direction and sauntered hastily to the ring, slipping through the ropes after climbing up the side of the apron, and making her way to her corner, stretching and readying herself for whoever she'd be facing tonight.

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[Parker]

"And her opponent, hailing from OSAKA, Japan, Japan, standing at 5'2 and weighing 116 lbs... The Punk Princess of Osaka! The Street Spark! Rina Kwon! "

TRiDENT - KICKASS

The lights in the arena dimmed, just long enough for the crowd to start murmuring. Then, a sharp guitar riff cut through the silence like a blade. The opening chords of her theme hit the speakers, and a strobe of red lighting flickered in perfect rhythm to the beat. The energy shifted. It wasn’t polished or regal, it was loud, defiant, and pure attitude.

From behind the curtain came

, Little Fang herself. The young pugalist strode out with her trademark smirk and unearned swagger, the kind that said she already knew she was the problem. Her cropped top gleamed under the lights, the red sash around her waist snapping with every swaggering step.

She made of show of rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck even if no sound came out. Much to the surprise of many, she threw up a peace sign… then looked at it with a mock gasp before flipcorrecting it with the curl of a finger, flipping off the whole crowd on one side of the ramp, before turning to give the other side a double dose of the bird. The crowd answered with a mix of cheers and boos, exactly the reaction she loved.

“Come on!” she barked into the camera, quickening her pace to cut them off before they could back away from her. “Osaka in the house tonight! Don’t forget it!” With a shive of the crew she turned back to the ring, stomping her boots as she ascended the steel steps, the kind of walk that screamed “I don’t care if you hate me-watch anyway.”

Rina stepped onto the apron, crouching low to slip between the ropes, with that same wild gleam in her silver eyes. Her gaze landed on Tsubaki Ito, taller, older, calm. The kind of person who probably said “discipline” and meant it. Rina tilted her head, lips curling.

“Oh great,” she muttered loud enough for the front row to hear. “Look’s like the back of the bus emptied out in front of the arena and the dusty old hags came looking for a tour. ”

She shrugged, bouncing on her toes, cracking her knuckles with a grin that walked the line between confidence and mockery. “Hope you've been working on your yoga gran-gran, 'cause I’m about to stretch you out.”

[Misfit_Alien]

When Rina made her...rather dramatic...appearance, Tsubaki could feel herself grimacing, as the exaggerated swagger and ego...as well as the rude nature of the bratty youngster...left a bad taste in her mouth, as far as first impressions go. "Hm, thank goodness neither Akari or Miya had such a troublesome phase growing up..." Tsubaki thought to herself, feeling a sense of unease by the young lady's attitude, such unpleasant and unnecessary ferocity running rampant as the would-be problem child made her way to the ring. Quite frankly, Tsubaki was dreading this 'match-up' more for the fact that this might take the wind out of her sails, but she was hoping that it was all just 'character acting'...for lack of better words. Surely this wasn't how the young and peppy Osaka-born gal acted ALL the time, right?

However, when the so-called 'Punk Princess' entered the ring, Tsubaki got a dose of her attitude as it was honed like a laser beam, directly focused on the older Japanese woman, who took offense to the unkind words of little-miss Rina Kwon.

"My, that's quite the entrance...a little rude and uncouth, but certainly a spectacle, dear-..." She said, keeping her composure with that soft smile of hers. "I can't say I take kindly to being called names, but I assume that it's all part of the 'act'...Well, if we're going to be bantering like real wrestlers, let me think-..." She said, pursing her lips and placing a finger on her chin, staring at the smaller woman.

"Ah! I've got it-...I hope you've gotten all that energy out of your system, young lady...because you're in for some time out after I'm done with you." She said, her tone that of a frustrated mother about to discipline their child. "Hm, no, I don't think that's good enough...hm-..OH! I know~...It looks like the local daycare is on a field trip, how fun~...Although I'm not sure if you're tall enough for this ride, sweetie~" She said, mimicking Rina's first line with a comment about her age, as well as her height. It was far more corny than it was intimidating, and Tsubaki was doing it mostly for fun, as opposed to genuinely attacking Rina's character or feelings. However, for the crowd of onlookers, it would suffice, garnering a few laughs at Rina's expense. Meanwhile, Tsubaki let out a soft chuckle, clearly enjoying herself. "Ooo, this IS fun-...though I'll need to work on my trash talk, it seems~..."

[Parker]

Rude. Uncouth. Spectacle. Mhm mhm. Rina was nodding along with Tsubaki’s disappointed observations, treating them as they were the best of compliments. If that was how she came across to the stranger, she was doing it right. When had her less enthused was when the older woman made the sweeping generation this was all part of some act.

Like they were playing pretend?! Like real wrestlers? Insinuating, what exactly? …that she was some sort of poser?! Rina’s face scrunched up in visible annoyance as the girl wore her emotions readily on her sleeve.

“That sucked.” Rina chipped in over Tsubaki’s musings, being that little nagging voice over her shoulder as the older woman went over her checklist of things that happened in these matches. Her lower lip jutted out and jaw tightened when she warped Rina’s own insult back against her. What was worse was what seemed like her genuine concern at the end regarding her stature and ride safety.

“What th- I am plenty tall!” The girl snapped back. While it was true she was rather petite, by Japanese standards her height was roughly average to most girls her age. Granted, they didn't normally get into combat sports, at least not ones that didn't have tight restrictions. Rina sneered at the other woman regardless, standing a bit straighter, hoping the extra height from her boots would somehow fill the gap between the woman who was here with her bare feet.

She was about to say something back, lips parted and everything when she heard the first snickers that broke into laughs. She paused, casting her gaze into the crowd who were now having a big old chuckle at her expense thanks to this ABNORMALLY TALL mutant mom. She huffed, stamping a boot before her grey eyes snapped back to Tsubaki.

“You’re doing it wrong!” It was the first thing that exploded from her lips. Of the many warring things she wanted to say, that had somehow beaten the others to the punch. It wasn’t exactly true, but Tsubaki had found a way to make trash talking not be fun for her. The older woman hadn’t seemed generally rattled by anything she said, then had the nerve to be next level amounts of cringe in response to just ruin the whole dynamic. Rina was supposed to say stuff, people were supposed to get upset at her, and then she hit them in the face. It was an easy formula to follow and this lady had gone and messed it all up.

“Let’s see if you are all sunshine and rainbows after I get done with you!” Rina rolled her shoulders and inhaled deeply through her nostrils to let them flare. She brought her fists together, knuckle to knuckle and tried to affix Tsubaki with her super serious “I am going to kill you” look. It was… passable. She was really trying at least. At the sound of the bell she hunched, bringing her arms up defensively as she started in towards Tsubaki. No tie ups to be had here, if the older woman tried Rina was going to clap her square in the tit with a straight punch.

[Misfit_Alien]

Seemed like Rina took that comment to heart. Her reaction, while hilarious and entertaining, shook the older woman a little, especially her attempts at threatening Tsubaki with strong words and some violent gestures with her fists. Despite Tsubaki trying to play along and throw some banter right back into the young woman's face, it didn't seem like the young girl was looking to play any games with her older foe. That unyielding glare of anger and contempt would startle Tsubaki a little, but she still believed it was all in good fun. Surely Rina was playing along...there's no way a gal as adorable as that could be so rude and nasty deep down. She was probably just a little embarrassed, but it was all in good fun...surely-...

Only, for the motherly, raven-haired woman, she couldn't have been more wrong. The bell rang and Tsubaki attempted to grapple onto Rina for a quick lock-up, but the 'Punk Princess' wasn't having ANY of it as a sharp blur would swerve past the older woman's guard, at which point the leotard-clad woman would feel a sudden pain in her very sensitive, modestly-sized bust.

"AIIEEE-!!!" Tsubaki yelped, her eyes going wide before the pain forced her to flinch, her arms suddenly covering her chest as she stepped backward in a panic. She tried to catch her breath, her cheeks flushing with red after such an embarrassing moment. Did she-? Did Rina sincerely just...surely she was aiming for her face or stomach, right? No-...this was FAR too deliberate. "You-...how RUDE. Young lady, that was NOT very kind of you. T-To think you'd do something so uncouth and abhorrent, y-you ought to be ashamed of yourself-!!! Of all places, I-...gh-..." She said, trying to ease the pain while the crowd jeered Rina, though some cheered from the results of her insidious action as they got to see that lovely, motherly rack of Tsubaki's bounce and jiggle a bit from the impact.

However, despite all of Tsubaki's protests of Rina's VERY underhanded strike, none of this would actually delay the match. However, as Tsubaki thought about everything, she was a few seconds too slow to realize this, leaving herself wide open for the so-called Street Spark to strike again.

[Parker]

Rina watched Tsubaki’s mortified reaction like a kid watching fireworks, eyes bright, mouth already splitting into a feral grin. The older woman stumbled back, arms clutched around her chest, cheeks glowing red as she sputtered indignantly. The crowd buzzed with laughter and shock.

Rina didn’t give her a second to compose herself to earn back any of that poise or grace she had while standing about posing and pretending to be a fighter. She exploded with laughter, loud, sharp, and unrestrained enough to make a few fans in the front row wince.

“HAAAAAAA! HOLY SHIT! look at you!”
She jabbed a finger straight at Tsubaki’s trembling hands and bouncing cleavage.
“You get one lil’ boob bonk and suddenly you’re actin’ like I CURSED your damn bloodline!”

Tsubaki fired back, voice frantic, flustered, spilling out refined words that sounded like they fell out of a Victorian dictionary. “Abhorrent,” “uncouth,” “ashamed of yourself”... on and on, chest heaving, upper lip trembling from outrage.

Rina blinked. Twice.

Then her face twisted into the most offended scowl imaginable.

“Ab-hor-WHA? Did you just call me a whore? I’m plenty couth, you hag.” She didn’t exactly know what couth was, but she knew she wasn’t “un” anything, so fuck this lady and her big words.

She squared her stance, shoulders rolling in aggression as she shot back,
“Speak normal! Damn! Are you also a teacher in… boring-nomics?”

Rina’s eye twitched.

“Ohhh, I GET it,” she growled, stepping closer, the irritation simmering into something meaner.
“Fancy-ass lady thinkin’ she can talk down to me. Lookin’ all high-and-mighty while clutchin’ your tits like I broke your good china.”

She surged forward, snapping her boot up to bury it straight into Tsubaki’s stomach, looking to bend the taller woman down towards her. Her hands reached out, trying to grab fistfuls of the older woman's styled hair and draw her down even lower, twisting her own body to wrap her arm around her opponent's head for a tight headlock. Rina would spread her legs to go loooooow with her hold, trying to force Tsubaki to bend deep and put her ass in the air as she grinded her face between a flexed bicep and her side.

“There we go, down to my level now, right?”

[Misfit_Alien]

Rina was acting so unhinged over Tsubaki's reaction, mocking her with such vengeful glee, soaking up how shocked and overwhelmed Tsubaki was. To be fair, how many older ladies...or women in general...could say that they've taken a punch to the tits and not flinched? For a woman as old and inexperienced as Tsubaki, it was a miracle that she didn't stumble over herself, dropping to the canvas with a pained cry escaping her lips, but Rina would make due as she entertained herself by verbally berating the mother-turned-wrestler, only to punish her with a stiff kick to the gut.

"OUGH!!! Oohhh-...why-..." Tsubaki groaned, her breath wavering as she began to pant, feeling Rina's boot dig into her unprepared stomach, the younger woman likely feeling how soft and malleable the mother's tummy was as it caved in nicely, Tsubaki gasping and sputtering like an old, worn-out engine. Ooo, this should be more than fun for the spunky, smart-mouthed upstart. It was often that punching bags were so fun to pummel, after all. With a feisty look in her eyes, it was really easy to snatch Tsubaki by her hair, dragging her into a tight Headlock as she had her way with the older woman. Meanwhile, Tsubaki was left to squirm and struggle, already being made a fool of by her rather immature adversary.

"That-...GH-...was NOT...ugh...me trying to call you a...ehh-...a wh-whore. B-but shoving my face into your body...is not helping your case, young lady." Tsubaki said, groaning as she was being led down lower and lower, forced to bend at an uncomfortable rate as her tall and supple figure was being put to the test by her eager and irritated younger foe, whose 'spirited nature' was proving to be far more than Tsubaki could handle. Although...she cared little to admit this, as she'd much rather talk about anything else. "I feel as if we got off on the wrong foot-...agh, t-tight...I'm not trying to talk down to you, b-but punching someone in their breast is a little mean-spirited...don't you think? It's v-very rude of you to do something so unbecoming in a fight. A young l-lady like you should know better...but-...I have no issue with teaching you, if that's the case." Tsubaki said, wrapping her arms around Rina's waist, trying to keep her feet planted on the canvas.

With time slowly running out til her legs gave way beneath her, Tsubaki tried to go for something that Akari once showed her, an easy way for someone of her build to escape such scenarios. It required a lot of effort on her core and legs, and while her stomach was still aching, she felt strong enough to pull this maneuver off. It helped that Rina was so small. Her petite frame made the act of lifting her SO much easier, like any parent swinging their child around, although Rina was obviously a little too old for that.

Even so, this didn't stop Tsubaki from tightening an arm around the mouthy girl's waist, using the other to scoop Rina up by her leg before swinging her around in the air. In one swift motion, the kindly and warm mother of two would SLAM her opponent down with a sudden Blue Thunder Bomb, diving Rina back-first across the canvas' less-than-inviting surface!!! The ring would rattle a bit from the impact as a loud -THUD- reverberated once the Little Fang's body made contact, but Tsubaki didn't stop there, using this as a chance to rest but also to give Rina a little scare by trying to pin her. It was convenient, after all...her opponent was on the canvas, shoulders laid flat...why not, right?


"1...!!!"

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[Parker]

Rina wrenched the headlock tighter the moment Tsubaki started sputtering out those flustered complaints, her forearm grinding snug across the older woman’s cheek and jaw. She bent low, dragging Tsubaki with her, forcing the motherly wrestler to fold downward until her ass was sticking up and her face was mashed tight against Rina’s sweaty side.

”It's called wrestling. Oh man, you think all wrestlers are whores?! That's rude of you, ha!” Rina barked with laughter as she turned the other woman's words around on her before intentionally tugging her face into the side of her chest, twisting to mash her into a faceful of the young punk's ample bosom. The moment Tsubaki tried to speak again she gave the hold another hard clench, trying to make it as difficult a process as she could for the other woman to try to explain herself while wearing her down.


“An’ QUIT talkin’ like you’re my guidance counselor! ‘Unbecomin’! Mean-spirited!’ Damn, speak like a real person! Its not my fault you are tall and have big honkers. Blame genetics. She jerked the headlock tighter with a snap of her hips, fully committed to humiliating the older woman with how close and awkwardly intimate the hold was.

But then, Tsubaki’s arms clamped tight around her waist. Rina blinked as she felt the sudden pressure, resistence to Tsubaki’s bent frame.

“…Uh-HEY. What’re you-WAIT-”

Her boots left the mat.

“EEEEEEEEE?!!”

In one sweeping motion Tsubaki hoisted her up like she weighed nothing, Rina’s legs kicking uselessly in the air as she squealed in full, undignified panic. Her light body was spun round in one smooth motion, separating the two from her hold and aiming the younger girl back down towards the mat in a big reversal.


“PUT ME DOWN PUT ME DOWN PUT ME DO-!!”


SLAM!!!


The Blue Thunder Bomb rocked the ring, Rina’s small frame bouncing hard off the canvas, back arching from the shock as a raw yelp tore out of her throat. Had Tsubaki not been clamped on to her leg she would have flopped away but as things were she was half played out between her opponents legs, twitching.


“1…!!!”


Her eyes shot wide.

“W-WHA-?!” She sputtered in a panic, lifting her head as her brains rattled around inside, still reeling from not only the spiral trip but the hard landing.


“2…!!!”


Rina THRASHED, flustered beyond measure, cheeks blazing red as she bucked wildly beneath Tsubaki.


“NO-NO-NO-...GET OFF!!”


At two-point-eight she heaved a desperate shoulder up, gasping, kicking, and scrambling in disarray as she barely escaped the pin. She rolled to her side, clutching her back, shooting Tsubaki a mortified, furious glare.