Cyber Saturday 2023 - Yuki Morishige vs Hiromi Seiko

God, the butterflies are kicking in...


Yuki was uncharacteristically solemn as she stood alone in the locker room and silently slipped into her wrestling uniform, lost in her own thoughts. Such a short time has passed and she's already got a spot on an AFW pay-per-view... It felt so surreal, like she was on the verge of waking up from a dream. Though, she probably shouldn't be surprised considering the circumstances... It was probably luck that she ended up here, thanks to the timing of that call-out tweet from her opponent- Right place, right time, and all that.

As she finished dressing up, she took a deep breath, her eyes drifting downwards... Until they caught sight of her phone resting on the a bench beside her. She reached down and picked it up, popping the screen on to remind herself of how she ended up here...




Just from reading those words again, Yuki felt a heat within herself, like charcoals about to ignite into a roaring fire... Some washed-up poser trying to claim she couldn't cut it as a wrestler? The absolute nerve...!

She clicks her phone off again and sets it back down, inhaling through her nose, holding, then exhaling. She's gonna show her- She's gonna show everybody that she belongs her- Her, and her ragtag group of misfits. A small smirk creeps onto her face...

Showtime, baby.

Music:

"YEAAAAAAAAAH!!!"


With a fierce shout of elation, Yuki bounds onto the stage and enthusiastically throws up a pair of devil horns, beside herself with joy! The crowd returns her energy in kind, gracious to see such a bombastic arrival from the rookie! The punk rocker stands still for a moment, soaking in the electric aura of the room for a good two moments before she pumps her fist and makes her way down the ramp, a big, toothy grin on her face. She slaps hands with anyone who reaches out, scouring the audience as she walks for...

"YUKIIIIIIII!!!"


She perks up even more as she spots them- A small but easy-to-spot section of fans waiting by the ramp all furiously chanting Yuki's name, a good portion of them holding up signs in support for the little rebel! Without hesitation she runs up to them and reaches in, embracing as many of her fans as she can to their ravenous approval! Hesitantly she pulls away, needing to hurry to the ring, but she quickly shoots a salute as she scurries off, thanking them for their support!

Finally, Yuki slides straight for the center of the ring and stands on her knees, raising a fist into the air to mark that she was ready! She's all smiles as she pushes herself to her feet and shuffles to a corner, getting in some quick stretches as she waits for her opponent...

...Finally. Finally. Finally. After sitting on the sidelines for over a year since signing her contract with AFW, Hiromi Seiko was FINALLY getting her debut match. Even better, it was against EXACTLY the kind of opponent she wanted fight. A fellow musician, though a punk rocker instead of a pop idol like Hiromi had been. More importantly, another dumb fool who thought playing to the crowd was a good idea, that the love and cheers of the crowd would somehow help her to succeed in life, that the crowd actually gave a shit about her and that support would do anything for her at all.

Well. Hiromi would teach her the truth, that no amount of support from the gibbering fickle masses would help her at all, something she would prove by breaking her down, making her cry, making the crowd cheer for her with their sympathy...and then breaking her and defeating her by smashing her through a table!

With her music playing, Hiromi came out, clad in the shirt, tie, and skirt that served as a darker variation of her former True-V-Shift outfit, from back in her days as a pop idol. As the heavy metal theme blared over the PA system, she walked down the ramp, arms crossed, refusing to acknowledge the crowd, not even to try and antagonize them, her thick boots smacking on the metal ramp with each step. Fuck them. Fickle bastards like the indifferent fans who barely reacted to her were part of the reason her time as an idol girl was so horrible, and she planned on taking out her pent up anger and aggression on the cute girl in the ring.

Finally reaching and getting in the ring, Hiromi kept her arms crossed, glaring at Yuki as she leaned back in her corner turnbuckle.

"So, about time we met. Don't you dare think I'm just some "twitter tough" girl. I plan on, and am fully capable, of breaking you, and nothing they can do will help you, you understand me?" She asked, pointing out at the crowd of Yuki's fans as she spoke, to emphasize her point.

As soon as Hiromi was visible, Yuki's eyes trained on her intently, her body tensing in preparation for the fight ahead. Her lips pursed slightly, and she paced around the ring to try and ease her nerves- She's no stranger to playing in front of a crowd, and she's especially no stranger to butting heads with people who talked shit. But she knew facing Hiromi was going to be... Different.

For one thing, she knows her. Well- Knows of her, at least. She knew that she used to be an idol, and actually felt sympathy for the poor girl- The music industry is always brutal, and what happened to her is unfortunately far too commonplace within it. She was just chewed up and spit out by the machine, and Yuki felt sorry for her.

But that didn't give her the right to come for her fans.

With her opponent sliding in, the punk turned to face her and stare her down from across the ring. If looks could kill, the two of them would have probably dropped by now... But Yuki couldn't help but crack a smirk at Hiromi's verbal threats, a soft laugh leaving her lips as she holds her hands behind her head nonchalantly.

"I'm actually hoping you're more than that, Seiky-baby. My fans wouldn't get a kick out of me just beating up on some keyboard warrior- So how about you prove to me and them that you're not just some poser?"

Hiromi pouted in response to the cheeky comment, as Yuki's damned fans began cheering for the girl as she mocked Hiromi and called her "just some poser", causing her hand to clench into a fist, shaking angrily as her temper flared.

"I'll have you KNOW, that I was not just some POSER! True-V-Shift was at their peak when I was still there, and they've only suffered in popularity since I left, so watch your damn mouth you upstart!"

She yelled, before shaking her head. To hell with the banter, this was her first official match in the company, it was on Pay Per View in front of thousands watching and millions at home, and after weeks of banter on twitter, she was ready to take a damn fight to this little punk!

With a shout, Hiromi charged in, running full speed towards Yuki and ducking her head low, trying to tackle the girl off of her feet and bring her down to the mat early!

A soft scoff escaped Yuki's lips as she smirked at her instigator, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms upon hearing her story.

"And it's such a shame- I always thought you were the cutest one--"

The punk's flirtatious taunting was immediately halted by Hiromi lunging at her! She gasped slightly as her eyes widened, attempting to sidestep the pissed off idol, but she reacted too late- She pounced atop Yuki and floored her, leaving the punk wide-eyed as she grunted out! "S-Shit...!"

Her old Idol Group was a definite sore point for Harumi, one that immediately made her see red and lose composure, as her jaded memories and old angst flashed through her mind at the mention of the bands name.

Combined with what was blatant jealousy over how Yuki had such a close connection with her audience, one Hirmoi never had,(as online chat from idol fans about her proved) Yuki clearly had not made a good first impression on her opponent.

"Cute huh?" She asked with a sarcastic and bitter tone in her voice, one hand teaching down to grab her opponents multi-colored hair, clutching it tightly to hold her head in place while bring her gloved hand down to slap Yuki in the face!

"You think that's cute? Huh!?" She yelled again, swinging her arm to sma k Yukis other cheek, with the back of her hand this time!

Well, perhaps she diiiid poke the bear too much, Yuki culd admit to herself. And Hiromi was quick to make her pay for her insolence as she grabbed a tight handful of Yuki's hair, leaving the punk to wince and hiss as she reached to grab at the former idol's wrist and tug it away- Only to receive a harsh SMACK right to her cheek!

"GAH--!" She gasped as her head snapped to the side from the force of the slap, a stinging red mark left right on her face! She groaned and turned her head back- Only to receive a second slap, just as stiff as the first!

Yuki gnashed her teeth and snarled in frustration at the searing disrespect she was suffering- She knew that Hiromi wasn't interested in a fair, balanced match. All she wanted to do was to punish and humiliate the punk. So why not fight fire with fire?

Before she could eat yet another slap, Yuki let out a shout as she thrusted her hand forward, and clawed right at Hiromi's cheek- Hardly a clean maneuver, but this isn't gonna be a clean bout!

Hiromi was, admittedly, more of a catfighter than a pure pro wrestler, but that wouldn't stop her from putting the hurting on this punk!

What WOULD stop her, however, was Yuki shooting a hand up and digging her sharp fingernails right into Hiromi's cheek, stabbing into her flesh and clawing at her, getting a high pitched cry out of the former pop idol, who quickly rolled off of her opponent and scrambled up to her feet, rubbing at her sore cheek. Removing her hand, revealing the red lines dug into her cheek by Yuki's nails, Hiromi glared daggers at her younger opponent, clearly in even WORSE of a mood than she was before!

"You...You'll pay for that!"

Yuki let out a huff of slight relief as Hiromi rolled off of her, giving the punk a chance to recover. She clutched her still-red cheek as she pushed herself to her feet, feeling the stare of the former pop idol bear into her- Which she returned in kind, a rare angry frown on her face!

"Yeah? C'mon then...!" She beckoned for Hiromi to come at her with a gesture of her hands- But if the idol stepped forward, the punk would charge for her and rear her hand back, looking to absolutely light her up with a stiff chop to the chest!