Where's the script?! - Remy Mousse (D) vs Rebecca Owens

That... was an impressive scream. Even the deaf Janitor listening to hard rock on his earphones, who is cleaning the underground storage hall was probably able to hear it. Really, for all those seemingly amateurish mistakes Rebecca did earlier, that was an epic performance. She had never heard a roar like that, like she was actually hurt. Audience's reaction seemed to be mix of laughter, cheers and jeers, which was just what Remy hoped for. Pumped in by these realisations, Remy decided that the moment needed to be capitalised.

"I'll apologise to her afterwords", Remy worried as she sprinted from Rebecca's backside for a facebuster of her own. There was no way to really warn Rebecca, so Remy trusted that she understood her intentions and was able to react when she went for the move. When Remy's hand reached Rebecca's hair, she jumped forward a bit, and drove her head to the ground. A simple, yet awesome move. Jumps, even the small ones, seem to always get a reaction from the audience. This time was no different, as Remy could hear the collective 'WOAH' that came from the audience.

As she rose to her feet, she flexed her biceps to enrage the audience for even more jeers. She was a tweener after all. Her cute act got the cheers and her overly-confident one got the jeers. After a few seconds, she jumped again and dropped her right leg on Rebecca's upper back, to deliver one of her signatures, the Mouse Trap. The way it looked like to the audience, was that Remy targeted Rebecca's neck, when in actuality it hit the sturdiest part of her upper body. After the move, Remy stayed on the position, which must have seemed strange and idiotic for the regular viewers of AFW. Instead of rolling away for the next attack, Remy, her leg still on Rebecca's back and her left arm flexing, pointed at the audience to yell "Cheese Power!"
"I really, really need to rethink my catchphrases", Remy grieved, "They're too cheesy."

There was a reason the scream was so life like...because she had just been hit in the head with a chair and it REALLY FUCKING HURT!!! It was clear now to Rebecca that the cute mouse thing was just an act to get suckers like her close and let there guard down then they hit you with a chair. She sensed more than heard the crowd building up for the little mouse girl and she resolved when she had time to drag her to the nearest fence and punt her right over it. The worst part was of course the Showing off she did between each move, this was a fight, you needed to keep up the pressure or else your opponent might get back into it. Remy seemed to be thinking along the same lines as it was Rebecca's turn to face plant into the mat. That coupled with the hit from earlier caused a groan of pain to escape past her lips as she rolled around on the mat. Finally she came to a stop, resting on her stomach for just a moment. Just as she made the mental decision to stand up she was driven even more into the mat, a leg hitting her back, although the girl seemed to have missed her target because the part she hit was protected by her muscles, and it was only the weight of Remy which drove her down. She waited a second to see what was happening next (was she spouting off a catchphrase...god was that awful... she didn't have one so who was she to judge) then She rose a little shakily to her feet. "You missed your chance...you should have gone for the pin." She decided to get a little agressive and go for a spear on the poor girl, but thats what happens when you hit her with a chair...she tends not to think mercifully.

When Remy noticed Rebecca was starting to rise up, she rolled away from her, although much faster. Perhaps Rebecca wanted to do a counter-move, or she wanted to receive more moves. Just like in the script she thought of, Rebecca attacks first, then Remy counters, until Rebecca comes back, and at the last minute, Remy finishes her off. Her bulldog finisher would be easy to pull-out, but a little anti-climactic. The Cat Breaker, Argentine backbreaker, would be far more impressive. If she did that, Rebecca would have to help a bit though. Although Remy was able to lift her own weight without a problem, she would always need some help from larger opponents in hoisting them up. Holding them in the move for a few seconds would be enough to let them tap-out in what seemed to be an impressive upset.
Whatever the case would be, Remy expected that Rebecca would take a moment to rise to her feet, so she turned her back to her to play with the audience a bit.
"Eat cheese! Mjölk makes you strong!", she shouted, trying to play up her Swedish accent, "She didn't drink her mjölk!"

When Remy then turned around, she expected Rebecca to only be standing up. Instead, she found Rebecca charging towards her. A second later she felt a mighty force hit her midsection, making her body fold and breath leave her lungs. When she hit the mat, her back came down with a force. Remy must have seemed like a child hit by an American Football player. She was extremely dazed, but managed to keep herself in. Her back hurt. Her stomach hurt. Everything was starting to hurt.
"Botched..." was the only thing she was able to mumble as she laid breathing. But was it botched? Remy's earlier conspirational thoughts came back. No script, no forewarnings before moves, that facebuster, lifelike scream, this, ow, spear... Was Rebecca actually trying to hurt her?

Well of course Rebecca was trying to hurt her, that was the way to win this after all. After Rebecca speared the girl good, she lifted herself back to her feet and brought Remy back with her. "Should have tried to finish me when you had the chance" after that little statement Rebecca would again lift the mouse girl up and give her a ride on the power bomb express.

Remy was awakened from her world of conspiracy when she felt herself be lifted to her feet. If Rebecca wasn't preparing her for another move, Remy would have probably staggered by her feet. When Rebecca stated that Remy should have finished her off earlier, left Remy believing even further that Rebecca was, indeed, for real. In sports entertainment, you yell at the other wrestler to make the audience hear your words. Rebecca said this in a tone that could only be heard between them.
When Rebecca lifted her up for a powerbomb, Remy, for the first time, felt herself panicking.
"För helvete, don't botch this, don't botch this, don't botch this", Remy kept repeating out loud. She tried punching Rebecca, but following her training as a scripted wrestler, she kept punching her sturdy backside instead of her head. Bracing for impact, Remy hoped that Rebecca would relent and let her go.

Rebecca would neither relent nor let go as she hit her powerbomb hard. Instead of following it up however Rebecca parked her foot on the stomach of the little mouse girl. Before she went any farther she wanted answers. It was the statement she had made right before the powerbomb that finally made everything click for the tall Redhead.

"Before we go one step further in this match I want to know one thing from you. What in blazes do you think you are playing at? All these antics and moves you keep pulling, they are only going to get you hurt here. So I don't know what kind of fighting you did before here, but in this ring, you need to fight or else you will get seriously hurt" she didn't outright say it, but she basically told her that this was not a show, that this was the real deal, and her antics could get you seriously injured, especially against someone like Rebecca who tried to never pull her punches

Despite Remy's protesting, she soon felt herself be driven to the ground. When her back finally hit the mat, only a gasp left her lips, as the force of the strike seemed to have paralysed her for a bit. A few seconds later the pain came, and with it, groans of pain. Everywhere hurt. The match and these, seemingly botched, moves were starting to take their toll. Thoughts raced in Remy's head, as she laid on her back.

What finally knocked Remy back into the real world was the boot of Rebecca pressing her down. Rebecca's words finally made everything click in her own head as well, as they pretty much confirmed her earlier fears to be true. With a sigh, Remy raised herself a bit to talk back better.
"Seems like introductions and apologies are in place. I'm Remy Mousse (stage name), a sports entertainment wrestler", she reintroduced herself in a serious tone. One could realise that this was, in fact, Remy, the person, speaking, and not her stage character.
"My matches are always scripted with a pre-decided outcome. For us, the most important thing in a wrestling match is telling a story while interacting with the audience."

Remy stopped for a second to draw breath.
"AFW apparently misunderstood my performance in the University League for the real thing, and hired me part-time. Because I received no script, I assumed my debut was a completely improvised match."
She then recreated the hand signs which she had made before hitting Rebecca with a chair.
"This implied I was going to strike your head and back. Moves are real, even for us, but we find ways to make them less painful by working together. My character is a tweener, a "good guy" who uses heel-like tactics."

After she finished her sentence she paused for a while. The pain was getting better and her head less foggy. Then she remembered that they were still in the ring.
"För helvete, I think the audience is getting bored", Remy noticed, looking at some spectators who were clearly baffled by the casual conversation.
"I hate leaving the audience bored, so want to finish this with a bang? Your style, of course", Remy finished. Perhaps it was because of the ridiculousness of the situation, but a small smile was forming on her lips.

At last an honest answer. Everything finally clicked for her as she heard Remy explain what was going on and why they both seemed to be reading the maych a different way. "It all makes sense now. I think I got something with a bit if flair...think you can sell it?" Once she got her answer Rebecca would lift the girl up before lifting her up high and giving her a subtle wink before saying "Alright you damn rodent, you tried to take me out with a chair, let's see you handle this!" Rebecca lifted her up onto her shoulders, ironically enough for the same move Remy was considering, only for Rebecca she called her Torture Rack "the Guillotine" nothing majorly different about it, but practiced and polished till hers was second to none and she knew exactly how to get the most pain out of it. This also meant that she knew exactly how to make this hold LOOK painful but actually make it surprisingly painless.

"I've played a jobber earlier for a reason", Remy smirked when she heard Rebecca's words. Immediately after, her face turned fearful. Audience could see her say no multiple times and shake her head when Rebecca lifted her up, and from there to her shoulders for a torture rack, rather ironically considering her earlier plans.
When Rebecca planted Remy on her shoulders, she put on a full show. She screamed, demanding that she would be put down, held Rebecca's wrist with one hand and seemingly trying to get the ropes with another. Finally, with a grealyt overacted hand movement, she tapped furiously on Rebecca's hand, yelling her submission.

When Rebecca released her, Remy rolled on the ground a bit, holding her back, and kicking the mat with her feet like a toddler throwing a tantrum. In reality, she was quite satisfied that this match finally came to an end. Despite the torture rack being quite painless, her back was hurting like hell from all the earlier moves Rebecca did. For some reason, she also felt herself more tired than usually after matches.

Remy definitely had to congratulate Rebecca for the excellent execution of The Guillotine, but for now it had to wait. The show had to go on, and breaking the kayfabe was out of the question. As Rebecca was being announced the victor of the match, Remy rolled out of the ring, and staggeringly walked to the backstage, catching a few high-fives from some fans along the way.

When Remy reached the backstage, she effectively slumped onto the nearest chair. She was planning on having a conversation with Rebecca, and personally congratulate her on that excellent torture rack. As Remy was still bound by her contract, perhaps they could do some work together in the future.

"Hey there, champ", she suddenly heard, which snapped Remy out from her thoughts. It was the same male stagehand that had briefed him before the match.
"Sorry to see that things didn't go as well", he condoled her.
Remy didn't say anything for a moment, before countering him.
"You know, I think that it actually went pretty well", she said with satisfaction, "As long as the audience loved it, it was a good match."

As the match ended with the "submission" of Remy to the mighty Guillotine, Rebecca felt that despite the weirdness of the match it had ultimately proven interesting and educational for her as well. She watched as Remy had her little tantrum and walked away holding her mouse back and resolved to try and catch her before she got too far. First though she enjoyed her victory lap, another win for her and another step closer to proving herself a warrior.

After that she left the ring and headed backstage only to find Remy finishing a conversation with the same stage hand from earlier. As he left she came up and offered her a hand. "I know it's not the match either of us expected but I think it went well. You want to go somewhere a bit more comfortable to talk?"