Moonsault Stomp Shenanigans

Beaten, bloodied, and blooming with bruises. This pitiful state might be terrible for anyone else, but it suits Rinko just fine. There’s a sparkle in her eyes that can only ever be seen when she’s on the receiving end of a particularly bad thrashing.

‘Everybody!’ Her arms go up like wings to catch the attention of the crowd. 'Your chants, your applause, and your cheers stand between me and this opponent!' Is what her waving hands say. Of course, the crowd responds like a well-trained instrument.

Perched over the third rope, Rinko gives them a smile.

She jumps up.

She twists her body in a 360° backflip. Her hand flies up to point at the audience.

Gravity takes care of the rest.

A stomp against her opponent’s belly is the finisher. She’s done for. Should be out like a light.

Rinko climbs over the supine body, presses the other woman’s shoulder down the ring’s

canvas.

The referee counts up, a rough slap down between each number.

“One! Two!” The crowd cheers, each word in tandem with the referee.

Rinko has a precious few seconds to think to herself that she’s actually kind of hungry. She still has to meet and shake hands with some fans, but the thought of a home cooked meal at the end of the day keeps her steady on top of her squirming opponent. Tonight, she has a rare opportunity for a date. Honestly, her boyfriend is just too precious, feeding her!? How perfect can he get?

“Three!” Freedom!!

She struggles to get up. Really, selling an underdog act is hard when she’s a defending champion, but she tries her best. It seems to work out. The crowd is chanting something that sounds a lot like ‘you deserve it’.

Rinko gives the crowd a few more minutes of precious time. Waving, signing, high-fives.

They eat it up. It’s a bit of a blur between servicing the fans on ringside and getting onto the backstage. The contrast in volume from the ring to the hallways is somehow still a surprise, despite her years of experience.

There’s some commotion outside the women's locker room. She can see her feuding opponent on the receiving end of a verbal lashing from one of the prickliest producers.

Now, on a normal day, Rinko would immediately step in and try to keep the calm between those two.

Unfortunately for all three of them, Rinko has a date tonight.

A dinner date. A home cooked meal. Both incredibly rare occasions for her.

Rinko stalls. She doesn’t want to ditch her feud partner to her luck!

She walks forward anyway, so what if she’ll be already late because of her meet-and-greet’s? She just can’t ignore such an unbalanced dispute!

Behind the back of the producer, her feud partner makes a point to stare deep into Rinko’s eyes. Despite her eyebrows set deep in worry, the other woman sends her a look that says ‘go to your date! Leave me for dead’.

‘Your sacrifice is much appreciated!’ Rinko thinks strongly. Their well-established feud enabled them to communicate with mere looks and expressions.

Her red hair swishes as she turns. She runs down several hallways to make her way to the room where she’ll meet her fans. She hopes there are not too many fans. She still has an hour until her date, so it should be okay as long as she can drive right after.

The room is packed.

Ack! No need to panic, she thinks to herself. At least half of these people have to be the guardians of her actual fans. Being a hit with kids catapulted her from a mid card run-of-the-mill wrestler to a complete star back then.

It’s a lot of bright flashes and smiling for pictures. ‘Yes! I can carry you, little one,’ is said a little too many times. Really, how come she gets more uncomfortably sore from the dead weight of these little ones than from carrying her feud? No fun, no fun at all.

Even when all the kids (and the occasional weird grown up) have gotten their signed pictures, she still can’t take a minute to rest. For some reason, a bunch of the parents and their kids have stayed around and she can’t just take off! Perchance a charity event? Unscheduled raffle winners? Impromptu photoshoot? Either way! She tries to check her phone as surreptitiously as she can. Honestly! It’s just so late for her already!

A tall figure makes their way into what should be a private room.

Rinko makes eye contact with her boyfriend on the other side of the room. It’s like, right out of a romance movie! Flowers cloud her vision. Her heart beats like it’ll pound right out of her chest! He’s so dreamy with those dead fish eyes, half his face hidden behind a mask and the other half hidden behind his fringe. Total strike to the heart!

Rinko immediately looks to go to him so he won’t get in trouble with the security mistaking him for a stalker. How could they think that of such a nice person? Ridiculous stuff, but she supposes they’re just doing their job.

Rinko is almost there, so close to her beloved that her stomach rumbles for the promised dinner.

“That scary man is watching you, miss!” One of the little ones interrupts her romantic moment.

Rinko turns in that direction slowly. Did someone else get in the room? But… surely not… it didn’t happen again… Ahhhh! It’s totally him! Someone is calling her boyfriend scary again! Just beyond frustrating!

“Haha, don’t you worry your little head about that, silly one," she shakes her hands in an exaggerated 'no' motion. "That’s just my gear maker! That nice man is the one who helps me with designing my cool outfits for the shows.”

“He looks scary!” Another of the kids that should have left already, says.

“Miss, don’t feel obligated to talk with him if you don’t want to!” Says another little dweeb that should have gone home ages ago.

“Er, miss, if you need help we can call security.” Says one parent that should be grown enough to read the situation!

“Rinko-” There he is!

“D-Don’t hurt miss Rinko!” Is what one of the little twerps says before jumping.

The move is a poor recreation.

It is like watching a messed up mirror.

Rinko’s finishing move, a reverse moon sault leading to a stomp.

The kid jumps up and stomps on Rio’s feet.

Rinko can see the ghost of her death escaping her hands, much like Rio’s soul seems to escape his body.

Beaten, bloodied, and bruised. Rio needs an ambulance. His health is genuinely so poor he can’t even handle a child’s attack.