Cheryl Pride vs Maki Amagami

Standard Match
Victory by Pinfall, Submission, or KO

As the next match was about to start Music then began to play over the speakers, a brilliant, golden display showing on the titantron, shifting quite vibrantly before a spotlight shone on the stage area. A girl was slowly risen up from a trap door. Her hands on her hips as a huge grin was on her face. It was like the rising of a goddess like statue on display as the epic music continued. As it shifted theme to start to get heavier, more spotlights shone all over the stage, going wild before the arena lit up quite a bit.

The girl, Cheryl Pride, walked down the ramp, wearing a black schoolgirl outfit with a red ribbon. Along that, her skirt came down to a little below her knees, but loose enough for her to have full movement. She wore black stockings and black wrestling boots, making her way down the ramp. She slid underneath the bottom rope, a cocky grin on her face as she leaned back against the ropes. She would grab the mic as usual, bringing it up to her lips to speak.

"..Mnh....naahh..Not tonight. This crowd isn't even worth it" She let out, grinning as she tossed the mic outside the ring, laughing aloud as she waited for the arrival of her opponent.

The echoing boos from Cheryl's brief yet still offensive words on the microphone would peter out and give way to the lighthearted and upbeat vocals to an infectiously chipper J-pop theme blaring over the speakers. With the Titantron now displaying flashing images of fluttering Sakura trees and beautiful Japanese scenery, the spotlights would beam bright pink over the crowd until they settled on the top of the stage where the Hollywood idol herself would come bouncing out from behind the curtain.

"Arigatoooo!!!~..." Maki waved her hands enthusiastically in the air upon making her entrance, smiling joyously while pink and red streamers exploded into the sky from the stage. The upbeat reception and applause from the audience filled her up with unbridled enthusiasm like nothing else ever could, jogging down the ramp wearing her skin tight red and white wrestling outfit and bouncing blue ribbon on her head. High-fiving any fans she could reach along the way, the hollywood idol would slide in under the bottom ropes and spring back up to face the audience. She cocked her hip to the side and flashed the cheering audience an exaggerated wink through her index and middle finger in her practiced idol pose.

*...phew...Okay, gotta get focused, Maki old girl...* Once all of the crowd pleasing theatrics were out of her system, Maki would spin in place so she could finally get a decent glimpse of her opponent sulking against the ropes. Tall, dark, lovely...and a little intimidating, if she were being perfectly honest with herself. Her entrancing red eyes were certainly...well, eye-catching. Maki had a hard time not staring at them. Her schoolgirl opponent certainly had a mysterious allure to her...nevertheless, Maki would take a deeeeep breath and approach Cheryl with an extended hand.

"Hiya~...Name's Maki, everyone calls me Maki. Here's to a great match~..." Maki's smiled brightly to make her greeting as cordial as possible, trying her darnedest to ignore the numerous times she had burned in the past for this. "That's a pretty cool seifuku you have there. Mine wasn't anywhere near as fashionable...or black~..."

Cheryl watched as the idol wrestler made her way down to the ring. She couldn't help but grin slightly. With her appearance, she was sure t his would be a pushover, easy match. She just leaned back against the ropes a little, yawning out as she waited for her opponent to make her way all the way into the ring. When she finally did, Cheryl stood up straight, stretching her arms out a bit.

"Well, it IS quite nice isn't it? I'd say I look damn good in it" She said, snickering a bit. "Name's Cheryl. Nice to m--" She made the motion to go to shake her hand as she spoke, but she cut herself off, pulling her hand away and suddenly bringing her other hand to slap the girl in the face, quite the wicked grin on her lips as she went to pull that off.

Even though a trusting nature in this league was so far only proving to be a severe liability around here, Maki's cheerful optimism towards life compelled her to at least give her opponents the benefit of the doubt. Maki smiled pleasantly as Cheryl was approaching with seemingly every intention of returning her welcoming gesture, though all her lowered guard would get her was a degrading slap to her cheek that would whip the young idol's head sharply to the side.

"Ah!!...Jeez..." Maki groaned out from the stinging strike, forceful enough to have her stumble backward a few steps and nurse the palm-sized blemish on her reddened cheek. Every fan in attendance let their disapproval be heard by relentlessly booing the already despised dark haired schoolgirl. Maki quit rubbing her face and turned back to Cheryl with an angered glare that somehow made her look even more cute.

"The heck was that for?!...F-Fine then...At least you let me know you're a jerk right off the bat..." Bitter and embarrassed within seconds of the match having started with the ringing of the bell, Maki would let her frustration perhaps get the better of her as she would rush forward and attempt to tackle Cheryl to the mat by digging her shoulders into her abs and wrapping her arms around her waist.

Cheryl was all grins as she was able to start off the match with a nice slap like that. She giggled to herself a little, part of her wanting to parade around the ring with her arms in the air in celebration of the start going so well to her. She laughed at Maki's reaction, nodding her head a little as she watched the girl rush forward towards her. This was just what she wanted--she now needed to capitalize on the girl's frustration.

She turned her body a little as she rushed her, kicking her legs out. She attempted to catch her ankles and lower herself to her side, wanting to trip the girl forward with her legs in a drop toe hold attempt, trying to get her down to her front right at the start.

Recklessly flying off the handle like this was probably not the most level-headed way to kick off any match, and was certainly a more aggressive response than fans of he cherubic idol would have predicted. But Maki was particularly teed off from having the taste slapped out of her mouth when she was only trying to be friendly to the jerk. The pink-haired idol was riled up enough to go charging in like a bull at a matador with a glare towards her that was just as spiteful...and with an outcome that was just as predictable.

"WaWaWa-Ooph!!" Flailing her arms wildly from having lost her sense of balance, Maki's scissored ankles between Cheryl's legs would only hold her up upright for several comical seconds before the idol would tumble forward to an unceremonious and flopping faceplant. Her head bobbed up and down off the canvas and her curvy rear jiggled slightly from the thudding collapse, but Maki would remain motionless otherwise with her arms splayed out above her.

Oh, she could move...but staying right where she was and wallowing in self-pity seemed to be what she deserved after having been so easily duped by Cheryl. At least for a few seconds before she would put her elbows beneath her chest while attempting to raise back up...

"O...ow..."

Cheryl quickly picked herself back up after she tripped the girl onto her front, a wide grin on her face as she was quite pleased with her work. She dusted off her hands, nodding her head as she watched Maki going to push herself up. She had to admit, the girl had quite the butt. Enough so that she wondered how it would look bright red from being spanked. The wicked thought rushed through her mind a while before she realized she was attempting to pick herself back up.

"Hey hey relax a little more. Don't get up too quickly you might hurt yourself" She said, snickering out before she pat her own elbow a little. She arched her body for a little more height and extension before she went to drop herself down sideways. She attempted to drive her elbow hard into Maki's lower back, trying to force the girl firmly back planted flat on the mat.

Wincing from the face-first pratfall, Maki gradually maneuvered both of her arms beneath her in the early motions of shuffling back to her hands and knees. One hand would be nursing her aching nose while she worked her way back up, the disorientation from landing schnoz first gave her a sort of foggy perception of what was going around her. That is until she heard Cheryl taunting her from above and punctuating her faux concern for her with a spiked elbow drop into the middle of her lumbar.

"Y-yeah, well you're the one who's gonna get hur-Agh!!" Maki yelped out in pain from the stunning impact and slumped uselessly beneath Cheryl. The pink-haired pressing her soft cheek against the canvas while that one hand would not be assigned to nursing her sore spine. The added theatrics and exaggeration behind the elbow drop accentuated the amount of downward momentum behind it, Maki now bearing with the pain of the move and the fact that she was off to an abysmal start.

Cheryl almost wanted to burst out in laughter as she interrupted Maki's words with that elbow drop. Beating this girl might just be quite the easy job was what Cheryl was beginning to think in her head. She dust off her hands a little, nodding before she stretched and yawned. "This your girl right here!?" She yelled out to the crowd as she sat up beside her, a genuine smile of enjoyment in herself as she waved off the boos she got in response.

She rolled over atop the girl's back, lying flat on her as she went to push on Maki's head. She tried to push her face firmly into the mat, smirking as she then went to thrust her hips hard against the girl's butt, trying to give her a little humiliating hump to her backside.

Trash talking was never one of Maki's strong suits, her adorable voice and perky cuteness not exactly striking fear into her opponent's hearts or adding much credence to her threats. Even moreso today, when she was muttering them face down against the canvas before Cheryl would cut her off mid-threat with a spiking elbow drop to her spine.

"Nngh..." Cringing from the pain in her spine and from overhearing Cheryl constantly patting herself on the back, Maki yelped from the added weight of the dark-haired schoolgirl mounting her from behind and mashing her cherubic face into the mat. Ceaseless boos rained down from the audience at the illegal act, the pink-haired idol reaching behind her to grasp at Cheryl's wrists for any form of relief before she felt the thrusting hump to her plump backside. The sudden grind was mentally demoralizing and just plain humiliating, her squirming resistance settling down from beneath the darkened confines of the long-haired school girl. The flustered idol tapped her right leg against the canvas before the referee would approach Cheryl and chastise her for the blatant hair gripping.