Sayumi Arai Vs Shane August - No DQ no problem.

Sayumi Arai Vs Shane August
No disqualification match
Winner via pinfall or submission

Shane:

"Who the fuck is this little cunt thinking she can stand in the ring with the likes of me, huh!? Who does she think she is, even bothering to accept a match of this magnitude?! A match she isn't worthy of taking part in?!" Shane yelled in her usual toxic fashion as she burst onto the scene with the explosion of her equally aggressive theme, a microphone in hand to significantly boost the radius of her voice, her egotistical words gaining her a shower of boos which only acted to fuel her anger infused fire. "Fuck it! Why am I even saying that she isn't worthy of this match against me!? None of the useless whores in this organisation are worthy of having a match against me! None of them! They're all as pathetic as each-other!" She continued on in the same challenging manner while climbing her limber form into the ring, immediately taking a dive for the centre, landing with a loud crash.

"ONE! TWO! THREE! THAT'S HOW IT'LL END FOR HER! NO MERCY! NO CHANCE!" Shane started up again in the same taunting way, offering the canvas three large slaps to accentuate her point about pinning her opponent before climbing right back up onto her feet again, raising both of her hands in the air triumphantly to further bask in the oncoming wave of negative attention, eventually deciding that she was done and tossing the microphone away, walking up to the nearest corner and leaning into it, looking forward to seeing who the AFW had sent to their doom.

Sayumi Arai:

Theme:

She slipped from gorilla position, unlike previous times she had taken to the ramp, she seemed all business tonight. No singing to the music, not dancing. She walked her way down the ramp, holding out her hand for the off high fives and people who just wanted to touch her. In her other hand was a microphone. "You have an awful lot of nasty things to say for just some... horrible... little... midget woman." Yeah... sick burn? She snorted softly as she came to a stop at the base of the entry ramp, keeping herself well away from a range she figured the other woman could come get her from in case she was a bit of a daredevil. She raised a finger, wagging it at Shane.

"You're not going to last here very long with a mouth that big, people have a habit of putting their fist into it when you talk so much." She gave a small shrug, twirling the microphone between her fingers as the crowd in attendance gave out a collective cheer and laugh. "My name is Arai Sayumi, by the way. Make sure you scream that when you're tapping out. So if you have to, write it down now. It's going to be on the test." She skirted around the outside of the ring, keeping her eyes on Shane all the while. She waved over one of the ringside officials, handing over the microphone. She promptly tumbled into the ring, making sure she had entered from an opposite end from Shane in case the cheeky newcomer had any ideas about jumping her when she was getting into the ring.

The entire time her opponent was addressing her Shane just stood and stared, barely blinking and constantly looking as if she was trying to kill the enemy wrestler with nothing but her unwavering gaze. This bitch was everything she hated about other wrestlers, she was sickeningly sweet looking, the crowd adored her presence, never once did she utter a single swear word despite all of her attempted intimidation and insulting, it was disgusting, that type of behaviour made the shorter fighter sick to her stomach. Truth be told it was indeed a very intelligent idea for her opponent to keep her distance, as there wasn't a single moment which went by where Shane wasn't looking for some kind of opportunity to jump the gun and get to smacking this girls head into the unprotected concrete.

"Shane. That's the only part of my name that you need, or moreover, deserve to know." The already greatly pissed off heel growled in a low pitched snarl, briefly clicking her neck from side to side and giving her shoulders a quick roll. "You're fucking done." She declared in more of a sinister tone, only leaving a couple of seconds for her foe to take that in before she launched herself at her like the worlds smallest and most angry missile! Once she drew close enough Shane would crotch down momentarily, soon continuing her momentum by bouncing right back up with both of her arms far extended to the sides! Looking to land on her opponent in the hopes of knocking her down, if she managed to get that far, then that's when the real magic which was her unfair style of wrestling could blossom.

Sayumi rolled her eyes, taking a moment in her corner to stretch out while the official at ringside announced the stipulations for the match. When the bell rang she stepped away from her corner, though it seemed Shane already was coming at her. Given her speed... she was fairly certain she didn't mean to lock up. She took a few hopping steps back, ducking off to the side as she narrowly avoided the flying girl. She gasped with a but of surprised as their eyes momentarily locked. She only got caught out, early. She backpedaled, circling the inner edge of the ring, eyes on Shane. She wasn't very enthused the woman had come at her prior to the bell. She was going to have to be careful with this one. She was feisty for a smaller woman.

With rage irradiating off of her like a full blown forest fire in the middle of a dry summer, Shane slammed both of her fists into the canvas with an animalistic cry of frustration, thoroughly annoyed that her initial attack on Sayumi had missed, but no less dissuaded from continuing her enraged attempts to cause pain and gain an early advantage. Remaining on all-fours for a moment, watching the other wrestlers movement alike an owl watches a lone mouse, it wasn't long until Shane had another huge outburst of aggression and energy. Letting loose another defiant roar of fury the smaller fighter tried to sprint straight for her sweet foe like she had done before, only this time once she was still quite a fair distance away, the furious girl would pounce at her adversary, similar to that of a true wild cat.

Her neutral expression slowly dissolved into a heavy frown. What was wrong with this woman? Sayumi backed herself into the counter, hands reaching out to grip the ropes. He drew in a deep breath, waiting for Shane to near. She really wished she could say this girl wasn't unsettling her, but this feral... act? she was putting on was really unnerving. Once Shane closed in, her huffed out a heavy breath as she pulled herself up off the canvas slightly, thrusting her legs out to try and catch Shane mid pounce with the heels of her boots.

Exactly what was wrong with Shane was difficult to pinpoint, a lot, is about the best you could do. "Bwah!" The short fighter yipped in discomfort as her attempt to pounce on Sayumi was shut down by a sharp pair of heels thrusting straight into her stomach area, the aggressive wrestler practically bouncing off backwards but managing to recover with a surprising skillful roll in the same direction as her momentum, leaving her once again on all-fours, staring intently at her adversary with a worrying amount of ferocity. Only leaving a moment to give her hurting stomach a quick rub Shane would seemingly try to run closer and go for the very same pounce yet again! Only before takeoff this time, she remained grounded! Trying to trick Sayumi so that she may take her down with a tackle instead!

Sayumi narrowed her eyes, fingers flexing on the ring ropes as she observed Shane from a safe distance. They had regrouped to try the same thing again. Very well. She waited, just as before, and just as Shane neared she started to lift herself up to... Shane didn't jump. She didn't... She grit her teeth as she dropped back down to the canvas, rearing back an arm to try and intercept the tiny missile. It was too late. The smaller woman came cracking into her like a freight train knocking the air from her lungs in a ragged gasp as she was pinned by Shane up against the turnbuckles.

"Ahaha! You like the way it hurts? Dumb whore!" Shane laughed in a beyond grating and obnoxious fashion, her true strength in wrestling becoming clear as she was indeed far stronger than she appeared, especially when considering her not too impressive nor intimidating height. "If you liked that then you're gonna love this!" She went on, giggling maniacally while using her raw power to force Sayumi's legs apart, shooting up a knee right in-between them at full force the second she had a window of opportunity, making things far worse by not just pulling back her knee afterwards, instead leaving it in place, grinding and gyrating it to make sure she made full use of exploiting unfair vulnerabilities.

She wheezed hunching over as she gripped the ring ropes trying to catch her breath. She couldn't even say anything to shut the girl in front of her up. Her legs buckled as they were pried apart, almost loosing her footing at the suddenness of it. As the knee planted itself between her legs she used what little breath she had drawn back into her body to scream out, teeth gritting through the pain. Shane was twisting the knife in her wound still as she coughed and gasped for arm. She needed to create room, she needed to get free. She threw out her arm, trying to catch the smaller woman in the side of the head with her elbow to get her off.