Fujiko Hinamoto vs. Sista A - Roses Are Red

Match Type: Humiliation
Victory Conditions: Victory can only be obtained by making your opponent submit through embarrassment.


It was kind of impressive how fast the AFW machine could work when properly pushed.

Only thirty or so minutes ago, a match had been made between Sista A, the self-proclaimed Rose of Roses champion, and Fujiko Hinamoto, the returning Noble Rose, fighting for the highest prize in their past company. The title wasn’t an official one that AFW recognized, but all the same, the potential wasn’t something that could be ignored - a chance to draw in wayward Rumble Rose fans, expand the fanbase, provide a dream match that couldn’t happen anywhere else but the AFW.

In a short amount of time, they’d managed to get social media buzzing, promoting the match through numerous outlets, getting out the word. A last minute rush, but it would at least provide a ratings spike, give the program something unique to work with. An hour was a lot of time, in the modern world. Many things could happen.

Both good and bad.

As Noble Rose was preparing for her match in a dressing room, a little knock came from the door.

”Ms. Hinamoto?” A stagehand called from the other side, her voice carrying more than a little nervousness. ”Can you open up? There’s been an emergency.”

Fujiko was working on trying to mentally prepare herself for her match of the evening, she was without a doubt looking forward to a chance to be able to get back that belt and maybe try and bring some pride into it.  Though she knew that it wouldn't be an easy fight, Sista A was without a doubt not an opponent to be trifled with, yet the Noble rose was confident.

Soon there was a knock on her door though, the Noble rose raised an eyebrow as she turned towards the door. Hearing the demure voice coming the door, the violet haired woman stepped up towards the door and would take a deep breath, trying to re-compose herself to dealing with normal people as she had spent the last few moments getting her mind ready for the upcoming match for the good old rumble roses title.

" Alright, what seems to be the problem?" Fujiko asked as she would open up the door for the stage hands, wondering just what kind of emergency that had happened, perhaps someone had ended up getting pretty badly hurt or something of that nature.

When Fujiko opened the door, she found herself looked a smaller woman. Japanese. Bob cut hair. Glasses. Nervous and demure, she stared down at the ground, looking embarrassed and more than a little scared on top. She couldn’t even bring herself to look Noble Rose in the eyes.

”I’m…” She sighed. [b]”I’m really sorry about this.”[/color]

The words had barely left her mouth before Sista A popped in from the side of the door and came in swinging with a steel chair, going right for the Fujiko’s sweet face. She knew she could take down this high-and-mighty bitch, but in the past hour, she’d decided it wouldn’t hurt to have a little insurance, too. ”Guess who, bitch!”

The Japanese wrestler raised an eyebrow as she looked upon the demure Japanese woman who stood in front of her, looking rather scared and seemed to not be all too...well there. When she heard the woman speak Fujiko was half expecting her to say that her sister had been in an accident or something....

Of course that wasn't the case, as her eyes widened with the sight of a steel chair coming right for her face. The Noble Rose could do nothing, not even stop or block the blow, not even....lessen it. The chair hit Fujiko right on the forehead and shoot the violet haired woman backwards down onto her back, hands moving up to her face as she kicked her feet slowly and weakly against the floor, she didn't even release a scream of pain so dazed and surprised she had gotten from the chair shot.

God, hitting Fujiko in the face with the chair was so fucking satisfying. Sista A should’ve asked the little stagehand girl - Akira or Asuka or Ayame or whatever her name was - to record this. Oh well, missed opportunities.

Sista A tossed a small wad of cash at the woman, the money she’d agreed to pay for the little distraction, and turned all of her attention to the down Fujiko. ”Good work.” A twisted grin began to worm its way across her lips. ”Now get the fuck out of here.”

With her prey sufficiently dazed, Sista A took her time as she stepped towards her, wanting to savor the moment. ”Hey, bitch!” She brought the chair up and slammed it down on Fujiko’s chest. ”Think I’m worthy now?” Same strike again, same spot, just as hard. ”Come on, tell me I don’t deserve the belt, fucking dare you!”

Fujiko was downed and dazed, if this was a cartoon then either birds or stars would be floating around her skull as her head lulled around on the ground a bit...when she tried to open her eyes the bright lights of the locker room instantly shot pain right through her pain, synapses flaring off to indicate that her brain really damn well needed to rest.

Of course she wasn't going to be given that, she wasn't there enough to make out exactly what words that were being said around her, or who said them...she hadn't even seen who hit her with that chair...but the woman could be damn sure that it was Aisha of all people...that was about the only person she knew in AFW who'd attack her like this.

"Guah!!" Fujiko cried out involuntarily as the chair smacked down onto her chest, and again and again...at least she could be glad that the shot to her head has made her all fuzzy...dampening the pain a lot but that didn't help. The chair shots left her breathless, gasping and coughing for air as she tried to roll over onto her side to stop the blows from coming down on her chest.

Down came the chair.

”Ain’t got shit to say now, huh?”

Again.

”Fucking stuck up-”

And again.

”Always looking down-”

And again.

Sista A wailed away on Noble Rose, enjoying every moment of it. It took a few seconds for her to finally reign it in, but she somehow managed and tossed the chair away, letting it crash off to the side of the room.

There she should stood, tall and proud, triumphant with the broken mess of Fujiko laying before her, right where she belong. It felt good laying the heroine low, and if she had her chance, she’d hammer the bitch all night long.

But she had a match to go to, didn’t she?

”Heh.” Sista A licked her lips, turned on her heel, and strolled out of the room like she was just taking a little walk down the street. She flicked off the room’s light switch, leaving Fujiko bathed in darkness.

”Enjoy the hospital food, bitch.” Sista A looked down at what was left of Noble Rose for one, final time, then closed the door behind her.

Chair shot after chair shot rained down upon Fujiko, her body jolting with each shot, she was helpless...hopeless...getting battered and broken by chair shot after chair shot, the hammering wouldn't stop....it never stopped....all that Fujiko could do was try and use her arms to shield her but it barley helped if at all.

Soon it was over, her body aching in pain...it felt as if she'd be out for days. She gasped out from the pain, barley even having the strength to writhe in pain as the lovely Aisha soon started to walk out of the locker room, turning off the lights and leaving the violet haired woman in the locker room...battered and broken.

After a few seconds, Fujiko began to crawl, crawling and pulling herself towards her bag that was on the locker room bench, she reached out as far as she could with her arm, barley reaching the bag...struggling for her fingers to reach out, before she finally did.

Down fell the bag as she pulled on it, and the contents spilled out. Her normal attire, boots and towel....though there was a glimpse of something still half in the bag...something red.

The crowd knew something was wrong not long after Sista A’s music began to play.

Firstly, Sista A didn't come out to her usual stripper routine. No pole dancing, no chair, no teasing. She just came out in her usual outfit and strutted her way down to the ring, walking like it was just another day in the park. With high-heels.

What was more, she was smiling. Sista A smiling was rarely a good thing, as it usually came before or after attacks of extreme violence.

The final thing was that, when she came down, she had a microphone in her hands. Never a good sign.

She came into the ring, handed her belt off to the referee, and sauntered over to the middle of the ring, one hand on her hips while she brought the other to her mouth. ”Well, well, well.” She bounced her eyebrows as the crowd’s jeers just grew and grew. ”Hate to break it to you, folks, but there’s been a little change of plans. See, poor little Fujiko accidentally had her face smashed in by a chair. Tragic accident.”

Sista A wiped away an imaginary tear as the crowd’s hate reached historic levels, taking away the match they’d been looking forward to for the past hour.

”But, hey, good news, right? You don’t have to watch some washed up bitch with clown hair bumping around the ring. I’m dressed up, good for action, so tell you what - anybody in the back want some? Come on out and get it!” Sista A pointed at the entrance and stepped back, beckoning on to any challengers. ”Candy Cane? Dixie, you got the balls to come out and fight me? Hell, Reiko, why don’t you come out here so I can stomp you just like I did your punk-ass sister?”

Oh, God, she hoped Reiko would show. Beating up two Hinamotos in the same day would be too sweet.

”Anytime! I’m waiting, bitches!”  She threw the microphone out of the ring and stepped back, throwing her hands up high, eager to see who’d come out of that curtain.

Spoiler:

There was a silence after Sista A had come out and done her little routine, putting herself on display to receive the hatred and anger of the crowd after she had practically proclaimed that she had attacked the violet haired Hinomoto with a chair and was the reason at there was not going to a match between them.

There was a few seconds of well...no one answering the call of the dancing beauty, perhaps no one wanted to. Maybe no one was ready and able at the moment, they had after all expected Fujiko to take on the Harlem Nightmare.

Finally as the crowd started to buzz and think that Sista A was gonna walk away tonight as the champion yet again, there was a loud roar that echoed through the arena."" The Arena was soon tinted in a red hue as music started to blast out of the speakers Through the curtains came the red clad terror of Rumble Roses, the terrifying beast from the underground stalked down the ramp, her body swaying from side to side as she prowled her way down the ramp.

Until she reached the ring, leaping right up to grab the top ropes and yank herself up over them in a fluid motion, coming crashing down on all fours like some sort of cat-like creature, her eyes were focused as they glared firmly upon Sista A. She did not speak, all that was left was as her song started to come to a close she let out another bloodcurdling roar!

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