Mai Nagasawa vs. Helvetica Lee

Standing in front of a full-body mirror in the gorilla area, Helvetica Lee sized herself up in her ring gear. Granted, it was a bit snug, since she hadn't worn the thing in years, but as far as Helvetica was concerned the old track outfit sent all of the right messages. It was simple, straightforward, athletic. The whole look said that Helvetica was here to compete, tonight, to show everyone in AFW that she wasn't messing around. Pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose, Helvetica spun on her ankle, turned away from the mirror, and made her way to the entrance ramp.

With the opening riffs of her entrance music, Helvetica burst out onto the entrance ramp, to the loud jeers of the audience. It seemed like more than a few of those gathered, tonight, were fans of her opponent, Mai Nagasawa; the young woman who's concert Helvetica had attempted to ruin, just a few nights ago. Which was all the same, to the young American. All the jeering in the world wouldn't be able to convince her that she hadn't done the right thing, interrupting some bullshit, non-wrestling “catfox” concert that had the audacity to take place in an AFW wrestling ring. Regardless of what these fanboys thought they'd wanted, in a wrestling performer, Helvetica was eager to kick that little bitch out of her ring, and show everyone that AFW was for wrestlers, and wrestlers only.

Working her way up the steps, Helvetica brushed her boots clean on the ring apron, and then ducked in beneath the middle rope. With the fore-and-middle fingers of each hand, Helvetica pointed to her face and gave a knowing smirk to the cameras. She was daring Mai to come in here, into the ring that she was certain she owned, and try to start shit. With the crowd's disapproval rising up at Helvetica's back as she took her corner, the “student of the game” glared daggers at the entrance ramp, just waiting for her challenger.

Once Helvetica was finished, the lights dimmed. From the blackness came the voice of Mai and after singing the introduction to "NOtaku no Love!" A spotlight blazed and illuminated only her. She continued to sing the poppy number as she put on an especially vibrant dance, knowing that Helvetica was going to seethe through every minute of it. The crowd, however, reacted with great enthusiasm and Mai pranced and twirled her way down the ramp until she was at the chrome steel steps.

The lights flashed on and Mai bowed deeply, taking in the cheers while she removed her head set. Mai slid into the ring and began to stretch, loosening up her long legs and tightly clad body, making sure she was limber before she turned and faced Helvetica.

"How conservative, Lee-san." She teased and smiled at the angry fangirl. "But, you certainly have good legs to show off!" Mai was being serious, however, she didn't believe for a second that they could touch Mai's finely crafted legs which looked sculpted from clay.

Mai then stepped to the center of the ring and bowed to Helvetica. "Let's have a good match, Lee-san. Let's make sure the crowd goes home knowing they spent every yen wisely!"

The sound of Helvetica's teeth grinding together wasn't enough to pick up on the ringside microphones, but it did give them some damned strange feedback. In the meantime, the self-described "student of the game" was glaring daggers at Mai, as the cat-fox-girl-whatever was prancing and singing her way down the entrance ramp. Everything else in the arena seemed to melt away, in the darkness, as Mai worked her way down the arena with the notes of her song seeming to play her down with every step. Helvetica might have been tempted to nod along, even, if not for every enthusiastic shout from the audience reminding her that this was every single thing she hated about the AFW.

Helvetica stepped forward, when Mai bowed her head and removed the earphones. Simply wouldn't do, to look as if she feared the nasty little pop-tart, right? Helvetica circled Mai as she stretched out, the clear look of derision never leaving her face. Despite the fact that Helvetica could hear fans cheering, at the sight of Mai stretching her figure to the fullest, in preparation, she didn't break her condescending glare. "What do a few perverts know about women's wrestling?" she asked herself. "At least, until you tell them, anyways ..."

Tense and ready to go, Helvetica nearly lunged at Mai, when the girl addressed her, seeming to taunt her choice of ring attire. Or, at least, her legs. "Sh-shut up!" Helvetica said, immediately convincing herself that this was a good comeback. "At least my ring gear isn't furry pop-star crap!" Andre the Giant wore a simple singlet, she reminded herself. And now, here was Helvetica. Ready to start her match. Annnnnny minute, now. "Well, it was certainly money well spent," Helvetica said, "if they wanted to see you put in your place!" Yeah, that was it. That was the comeback she'd been waiting for. A smug grin settled on Helvetica's face, as she squared herself down into a ready stance. Felt good. Now, all she had to do, was wait for that opening bell ...

Mai closed her eyes as Helvetica continued to berate her and curse her very existence. She did not let her smile waver. In fact, it seemed to grow with each passing insult. Mai politely returned to her corner and waited for the bell to ring.

She'd let her legs do the talking.

Mai bent her knees in preparation and when she heard the clang of the bell, she charged at Helvetica, gaining as much speed as she could before she leaped into the air, lifting off the ground as if she was taking flight. Her vertical was impressive and her tightly clad muscles tensed as she swung her leg out for a kick that swung from the side in a full arc aimed at Helvetica's head.

Hevetica could barely contain her excitement, when she saw Mai's eyes close. "Yes!" she shouted, "Clearly my cutting insights have eroded your self delusion ..." she watched the cat-fox-whatever girl taking her corner. "Your terrible smile of resignation only makes it more satisfying, really," Helvetica added, as she stood back, and admired what she saw as her handiwork. For her part, Helvetica stood near the center of the ring, practically daring Mai to come forward. With each hand, Helvetica was far too busy offering flippant gestures to the audience, dismissive handrolls and rudely extended fingers, to bother worrying what her ridiculous furry opponent might be up to.

With the bell, Helvetica turned just in time to see Mai rushing towards her. "You're coming at me?" she asked, in a snotty, derisive tone. "Really, you're jumping, now? Taking me down with your legs?" In short order, though, that leg was swinging straight at Helvetica's skull, delivering a thunderous blow that brought the young woman down to the mat, hard.

"Can you get more 'girly wrestler cliche,' really?" Helvetica muttered, flat on the mat and shaking out her head. The young hipster was stumbling to get back to her feet. Helvetica had more than her share of responses to Mai's last attack; unfortunately, all of those responses were verbal, at the moment.

Mai felt the kick connect and watched as Helvetica dropped to the mat like a sack. Now THAT felt good and Mai beamed. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to stifle Helvetica's attitude one bit. Mai wanted to frown but she wasn't going to let herself. Instead she circled behind Helvetica as the gril began to stand up.

"Oh, I think I can. Just for you, Lee-san."

Mai would try and wrap her arms around Helvetica's waist. Mai was taller, but was giving up almost thirty pounds to the fangirl. Mai wouldn't SAY it but she was pretty sure it was thirty pounds of blubber and not muscle. She had to have ten in her boobs and another ten in her butt, not that Mai found Helvetica unattractive physically. Really, if she didn't have that mouth, she might be quite cute, herself playing off common Japanese stereotypes.

Mai was only concerned with one thing though and that was getting her arms wrapped around Helvetica and lifting her up for a classic, or as Helvetica would probably call it, 'cliched' German suplex.

It was taking a bit longer than Helvetica would have liked, to get herself back up off of her bum. “Don't kick so hard,” she hissed. “You'll throw off the whole flow ...” Not even an entire minute into the match, and Helvetica already found herself hopelessly frustrated with her opponent. It was clear why the audience got behind the peppy little pop star, like they did. Helvetica suspected she'd actually like Mai, really, if she were trying to play that act anywhere but a wrestling ring. Nonetheless, here they were, and Helvetica had no time for cat-fox-whatever-nonsense, in the midst of all of this serious business.

That being the case, Helvetica wasn't listening to whatever her opponent had to say, her only focus on trying to get back to her feet. And in doing so, Helvetica was completely unprepared for her opponent to duck behind her, wrap two toned arms around her squishy midsection, and start hoisting her up. “Hnn!” Helvetica squeaked, as Mai's arms drove up into her chest, and took the young American straight off of her feet.

With only her own weight to off up resistance, Helvetica sailed through the air, offering no resistance to Mai's suplex. Rolling backwards on her shoulders, at least as much at her opponent's grip would let her, Helvetica's eyes fluttered as she tried to get her bearings. “Th-that …” she gasped, “made … no sense … Kick into a suplex?” Each word was a bit of a struggle for the “student of the game,” now, but that didn't seem to diminish her derision. “Where's the … flow?”

After the first two moves, it seemed clear to Mai that she was really dealing with a girl who did not belong in the ring one bit. That didn't seem to stop her from running her mouth though. Mai's ears drooped but after hopping up and raising her fist in the air, Mai put on her best smile and leaned forward, peering mischievously at Helvetica.

"Ooooooh?" She asked quizzically, trying to keep from giggling. "Onegai, Lee-san, please tell me what would be more appropriate. For example, what should I follow a suplex up with? Would a Shining Wizard do?"

Mai didn't wait for a response and tried to use the reeling Helvetica's position to step into her and whip a knee into the American's head.

"You're oni-gay," Helvetica muttered, as she got into a sitting position. She'd only gotten in two moves, and already this little pop-singing pretender was trying to talk smack. Worse yet, she was doing so in such a twee, obnoxious little way. With the fist pumping, and the cutesty "Lee-san" crap, The frustration and anger flushed red across Helvetica's face, burning brighter with every word her opponent said.

"Don't call the spots, dammit," Helvetica said, when Mai questioned her. "The audience will think it's- Oh, shi-" On pure instinct, Helvetica raised her arms in a half-assed attempt at blocking Mai's rapidly approaching kick. Her shin collided hard with Helvetica's arms, sending them straight into the American's face. An impact that probably wouldn't have been as hard as a straight boot to the head, but was certainly forceful enough to drive Helvetica back down to the mat.

Shaking the stars out of her eyes, Helvetica tried to fix a glare on Mai. "You call this wrestling?" she grunted, when she finally got her opponent into focus. "You're ... you're nothing but a spot monkey, you little bitch." Helvetica rolled over to her side, and pushed herself up to her hands and knees. "You couldn't do shit, when it comes to mat wrestling ..."

Mai rolled away and hopped up as her shin crashed into Helvetica's face. She certainly had to give the fangirl credit. For a complete novice, she could take a hit pretty well. Mai might need to get serious if she wanted to actually PIN the girl. However, as she waved the crowd on, urging them to cheer harder, she heard what the girl said tilted her head.

"I'm not a monkey OR a dog. I'm a cat, meow!" She giggled and then grabbed Helvetica's legs. "Well, I don't think I've perfected a leg lock, if that's what you mean." Mai said as she tried to twist Helvetica's legs in a figure four. The fangirl was right, Mai wasn't the best technical wrestler around and her submission work could use some polishing. However, she knew the basics, she just needed some in ring practice to help with the execution.

How nice of Helvetica to volunteer!