'King vs. Queen': King vs. Takane Shijou

Takane would be entering her second match during her time here in the AFW. Already, she felt comfortable wrestling in the ring in front of the live audience. However, she knew she was not as experienced as the other wrestlers on the roster. Even so, day by day, she is slowly improving so that on one eventual day, she would reach the top of the wrestling world. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iaqj1lLOqgM:saie7fu6]Kazahana[/url:saie7fu6] would start to play in the arena as the lights went out. A lone spotlight would shine on the ramp, before the idol would step into the spotlight. Her ring attire was noticeably different compared to her previous match, and as usual, she is seen with a microphone in hand, ready to perform for the crowd.

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Like her previous performance, she started to sing in Japanese as the song continued and while she was walking down the ramp. It would end by the time Takane slipped in through the ropes and stepped on the center of the ring. The audience was in a loud uproar full of cheers and applause, perhaps even louder than her first performance in the AFW. Doing performances like these are a joy to the idol, and it made her feel comfortable wrestling, knowing that it is essentially a performance in a different manner.

The idol graciously waved her hands around as a sign of thank you and greetings, before she brought the microphone to her lips. "I want to take the time to thank everyone who are supporting me throughout my tenure in AFW. Especially to my fans, you are the people who keep me going. I'll definitely do my best in keeping up to your expectations!" She then handed the microphone to the ref who would put it away while Takane herself turned to her corner and stood there, waiting for her opponent to come out.

You wouldn't think active would be a good way to ease tension, but King found them quite calming. They were hectic, yes, but it was the sort of frenzied pace that she'd grown used to in her years as a fighter. Her mind was cool in combat, her thoughts serene and pristine. Everything made sense. Everything fell into place. It was like improvised jazz. No script, no rules, everything just flowed.

As much as she loved tending her bar and serving the costumers while she listened to the cool music back at Illusions, that was a different beast with different hungers. A good deal of her day was absorbed in minutiae - handling bills, negotiating contracts, making sure everything was stocked. Worthwhile in the end, but boring to tears in the duration. She needed the escape. She needed the ring.

As her [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMFI-gIvqDg:2r6pro94]music[/url:2r6pro94] started, strolling down to the ring and giving the audience an occasional wave and nod. They seemed more at ease with her appearance now that she'd already made one showing - they didn't cheer for her, but they weren't jeering, either. The AFW was host to many different personalities from all walks of life, incredibly diverse. She was just another one for the pile.

She made her way into the ring and approached her lovely opponent, bringing a rose out of her vest and offering it to her. "For your lovely singing voice."
It wasn't quite her typical style of music, but King enjoyed it all the same - Takane sounded as beautiful as she looked, and she truly was a gorgeous woman.

When Takane saw her opponent appear, she raised one eyebrow, puzzled. Is she seeing what she is really seeing? A man? But then again, she remembered who she was scheduled to face. A person by the name of King. Scheduled as a Friction match. "A... crossdresser?" She pondered. Or maybe this person really is a man and he was going to be a personal ring announcer for the real person she was suppose to be wrestling. Either way, she needed to see this person up close to confirm her thoughts.

So as King entered the ring... it didn't really help Takane confirm her thoughts. Rather, it was because of seeing King pull out a rose that Takane's face immediately flustered in a sea of red. She may have received a lot of stuff from fans, but no one really sent her flowers... The thought of that kind of made the idol depressed, but luckily, it was at the very back of her mind as she was too flattered to care about being depressed. "W-Why thank you..." She said softly as she accepted the rose, showing a bit of her personal shyness.

There were few pleasures greater than the grateful praise of a beautiful woman, and Takane was truly beautiful. Curvaceous, yet sweet. Fulsome, yet slim. The body of a true starlet, and King was quite fond of her hair as well. It would be a shame to hit such a beauty, but she could do it.

"EnchantÃ." She gave the lovely siren a polite bow to accompany her rose, then moved into position, getting into her classic Muy Thai pose - fist up an ready, right leg out, left leg held back. She started to bounce, finding her rhythm and waiting for the bell to ring. "You can call me King. I hope we have a good match."

Simple. Polite. Curt.

The bell rang and she immediately sprang into action, swinging her leg out with a quick kick aimed for Takane's thigh, looking to hammer the muscle with her hardened shin.

Takane returned the bow with her own, bending over with one forearm over her chest and the other arm outstretched, the one with the hand holding the rose particularly. She liked the respect and politeness King is showing, as if she was a gentleman. It's the people that the idol would love to hang out with in her free time. It made her genuinely smile.

Seeing her opponent get into a Muay Thai stance, Takane quickly figured out that this person is indeed her opponent, and is indeed the person named King once the other woman introduced herself. The idol would start to take off her red outer jacket as well as her red jeweled necklace, before giving those two items as well as the rose to the staff outside. "Take extra care of the rose." She said as she turned back to King, ready now as she got into the basic wrestling stance: arms raised in front of her with her right foot slightly ahead of her left foot. "Likewise."

The bell rang, and immediately King would strike at Takane's thigh, forcing the idol to wince in pain and bulge in her posture, the attacked leg of her's bending slightly. However, the silver-haired girl was prepared. Her first match involved a martial artist. King is no different from her previous opponent. Quickly, her nearest arm would wrap around the kicking leg of the gentlewoman's ankle before her opponent was able to retract it. Her other hand joining in, the idol would pull on and yank King's leg, trying to force the latter to do the splits. Although it wasn't to test the gentlewoman's flexibility, as Takane would then aim to kick King in the face with the top of her foot.

King was pleased that Takane decided to take care of her gift. Her last opponent hadn't been so courteous, and she was willing to bet quite a few ones in the future wouldn't be as well. Such manners were a rare treat in this business, and it was refreshing to experience the exception so early on.

King's style revolved around offense - the point was to start strong and stay strong, pour on the pressure and overwhelm with offense. It was all about seizing the momentum and running with it before the opponent had a chance to react. A good strategy, but not a perfect one, and one that Takane was apparently ready for.

King couldn't but widen her eyes in shock as the kick was caught and countered, Takane's own strike heading right for her face. She brought her arm and managed to block the blow and keep it from making full impact, but it still rattled her skull. For one graceful, she had stunning power in those legs.

King was flexible enough to take the stretch, but she didn't want to test her balance as Takane pull her along. She needed an out, and she went for it by swinging her other leg out and around, coming at Takane with a cruder version of the enzigiri, right for her face.

Takane watched as her kick got blocked, but it did have some effect on the fearsome Muay Thai fighter. Regardless, she knew it was not wise to engage her opponent in a striking slug fest. She kept pulling on King's captured leg, wanting to make the gentlewoman fall onto the mat in a splits. But perhaps she was too pre-occupied with that, forgetting that King could just as easily use her other leg, even if it was to sacrifice the woman's balance to do so.

The idol's eyes widened when she saw the crossdresser indeed leap up and lash out a kick with her free leg heading straight for her face. Immediately Takane ducked her head, the kick flying through where her head used to be, and even grazing some of her silver hair, showing how close it would have been in landing right on her pretty face. But it was the perfect opportunity for Takane to act, knowing that King would be landing onto the mat on her front, so the Silver Queen would immediately leap onto her falling opponent and try to straddle the woman's back, keeping her down on the mat.

King had to admire Takane's grace and control - she was fast, fast enough to even dodge what King had considered an unavoidable kick. Barely, mind you, but she pulled it off all the same, as she ducked the kick sliced through nothing but air and a few stray strands of silvery hair. The momentum brought King around and dropped her on the chest, flat on the floor and completely vulnerable.

She started to push up, but felt Takane's weight drop down on her back she had much of a chance, pinning her down with her soft, heavenly body. As alluring as the contact was, King knew nothing good could come it - this was clearly a terrible position. She brought her legs in and tried to buck to the side, hoping she could unseat the pop queen from her new throne.

At first, Takane was hesitant to do a move right away when she sat on King. She wanted to see how she would react, and she expected nonetheless when she saw that Muay Thai stance: she's a fighter. The idol needed to show no mercy, because if her opponent gets an offense going, she knows she won't be receiving any of the gentlewoman's mercy.

So the Silver Queen quickly grabbed both of King's arms and pull them behind the latter's back in a double chickenwing, attempting to restrain her opponent's arm movements and stretching the shoulder joints. When she got the submission in, Takane would stand up and forcefully shove King's body against the mat to smash the latter's face against the canvas. She would lift the gentlewoman's body through the chickenwing hold and do it again and again.

Before King could get back up and start a solid offense, she was seized from behind, her arms wrapped up. She tried to struggle, pull free, but despite her darling looks, Takane was suprisingly strong - she would get out of this unless she was let out, at least not from this angle. She was going for a ride.

She groaned as her shoulders were stretched, but that was hardly the worst of it. No, the true pain came when she was slammed into the mat, her face and chest hitting hard, helpless to do anything to stop it. And it was made all the worse when the same thing happened again, even harder than before. She was far from finished, not about to quit, but this was giving her damage she didn't want to take so early in the match. Not a good sign.