The Post Summer Splash Peacekeeping Effort

L'amour et la Libete began to play throughout the arena, heralding the arrival of Marisa Evans, the former Hentai champion. She had lost the title against Azami Tsukimori the week before in a hard fought match at Summer Splash. Despite this, and despite the surge of anti-Americanism that Akashi Tanikaze and Valley Doll's match earlier in the night had stirred up, the model was still well loved by the crowd, coming out to cheers. Flanked by a pair of assistants carrying a good sized box each, she made her way to the ring. After getting a microphone from a technician, Marisa climbed the steps and stepped into the ring, where she after a moment to compose her thoughts, she began to speak.

"So...I went to Summer Splash, and all I got was beat." she said, somewhat dejectedly.
The crowd gave a loud 'aww' and there were a few nervous chuckles. Marisa gave a smile and continued.
"No, really guys it's ok. Humor is how I'm choosing to deal with it." she said in a lively voice. "And hey...I still brought back presents!"
With that, the assistants opened their boxes, starting to throw Summer Splash themed shirts into the cheering crowd as the American continued talking.
"Oh, Summer Splash. It was a great event, honestly. Some of the best matches in AFW's history took place that night. And, as someone who has been here for quite awhile, I've seen a lot of them. And, I would like to take a moment to extend respect to two wrestlers who were in that ring that night: Taylor Parker and Adrian Kytes. The match between the two of them was nothing less than extraordinary. And I don't care if you're a Taylor Parker fan, or one of Adrian Kytes, you have to respect the show they put on at Summer Splash. So, please everyone, if you can join me in giving both of those ladies a round of applause."
With that, the crowd burst into wild cheering, and applause, with Marisa joining in. The match between Adrian and Taylor had definitely made the highlight reels, and even people who hadn't attended the event or caught it on pay per view had seen clips of that match. So most people that night in the AFW arena could at least agree that it was truly a spectacular match.

The cheering went on and on for several minutes before Marisa resumed talking.
"Also, I'd like to congratulate Azami Tsukimori." she called. The mention of the name brought cheers for the new champion. "My feelings aside, the girl is talented. Really, really talented. Her grasp of erotic wrestling is...well it's very impressive. Combine that with a strong will to compete and you have the reason why she's your new Hentai Champion. I freely admit, you were the better woman at Summer Splash, Azami."
The model paused for a moment than added with a hint of steel in her sultry voice.
"But, Summer Splash is over. Next time you and I are in the ring, it'll be a whole new story."
The statement brought thunderous cheers from the fans in support of the longtime veteran, and Marisa waited for them to fade before continuing.

"So...here is a bit of trivia for you." Marisa said thoughtfully. The next bit was gong to be tricky, she knew. "Azami is also the first Japanese woman to hold the Hentai belt."
The crowd, it's national pride at sky high levels from Akashi and Taylor's earlier actions, roared loud enough to make Marisa flinch from the noise as they took up a chant of "Nippon, Nippon!"
"Yeah, yeah see it's that right there!" she called breaking into the crowd's chants. "This is what worries me. You guys cheered louder for the fact that Azami is a Japanese title holder than for the fact that she won the title in the first place!"
Marisa shook her head with a sigh as the crowd murmured uneasily
"That World Cup event did more harm than good, I think." she spoke. "Look, guys, I get it, we all love our countries. I mean, even I feel a surge of pride whenever the American flag is waved at the Olympics or something, and I'm not saying you shouldn't be proud of when your countrymen do well. But I think Akashi was a little off. The girls of Japan did step up. I mean, Azami beat me, fairly, at Summer Splash. Throughout the World Cup event, the Japanese girls fought with inspiration. Akashi's friend Miyabi, she was cheated out of her shot, by an American. And yes, even though an American won, I'm not proud of it, because it was that American. What she did to Nikolette was horrible! Kelly Conway is a psychopath! You cannot compare all of us Americans to someone like her!"
She said the two sentences loudly and passionately, before taking a few deep breaths to calm herself.
"So, here is the thing, everyone. National pride is great and everything, but don't let it blind you. All of us, from the hardcore deathmatch wrestlers to the erotic grappling specialists, are AFW. And, yes, some of us are not from here. I guess, what I'm trying to say, is cheer or boo us, it's your choice. But...um, judge us by our actions, or our clothes, or, I don't know, some of us have dumb accents. I'm looking at you, Tiffany Laurence. But, not by our home countries."

"THE WORLD CUP DID MORE HARM THEN GOOD!?" cried a voice over the speakers before [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IawR7tfi_bI:2pojfoak]"Flashing Lights" by Kanye West[/url:2pojfoak] began to blast over the speakers, the lights of the arena flashing from bright to dimming, the bass vibrating against the entire arena before the beat finally dropped with the sound of a bass drum.



Kelly strolled out onto the arena stage, mic in hand. Clad in a thick, white fur coat and big bug eyed sunglasses, strolling her way down to the the ring with a sway of her hips at every step, practically stomping her red boots onto the metal ramp, matching each step with the beat of the song before she eventually reached the ring and pulled herself inside to stand before Marisa.

"The Face of Women's American Wrestling and The Ruler of The World, Ms. Kelly Conway honors all of you with her fucking presence." Said Kelly, her words greeted by a hail of boos. "Now I might be a little deaf here but... I thought... Heh... Did you call me a psychopath? Kelly asked, lifting up her sunglasses as she looked to Marisa coyly.

"And I thought You also said you weren't happy that an American won... Hmm... " Kelly put her finger to her lips and looked around, acting like she was thinking. "That really hurts my feelings, Marisa. I worked VERRRY hard to earn my wins over the three girls I fought... It's not my fault they came from countries that are shitty at wrestling..." Kelly snickered and her comments earned a hail of boos.


"Oh I'm Sorry I forgot about Miyabi from Japan! Ha! ...Yeah she was just fat."

As Kelly's theme began to play, Marisa sighed and said "Oh hell..."
She had let her passion override her good sense. If she were to have thought about it, Marisa would've refrained from calling Kelly Conway out, by name no less, which was always an engraved invitation for someone to show up. Still, her disgust with the woman's actions at Summer Splash and the World Cup was sincere, and although it looked as if the model's words were going to get her called to task, Marisa didn't regret saying them. Still, Kelly was a veteran of various wars in and out of the ring, and her actions with Nikolette at the World Cup final proved that she was more than adept with a steel chair. Quickly, the model began reviewing in her mind her options for a hasty retreat, or barring that, ways to try and defend herself in case of an attack. She kept her sense of unease off her face, as she regarded the blonde.

Watching as Kelly marched down the ramp and entered the ring, Marisa looked at the other woman's outfit. The model was clad conservatively, well for her, in a pair of black, form fitting leather pants and a white silk button up shirt, with most of the top buttons undone so that she showed off more than a decent amount of cleavage. Compared to Kelly's outfit, Marisa's seemed almost normal. It was almost as if the very clothing the other woman wore demanded that someone look at her.

After Kelly introduced herself, and expressed her 'hurt feelings' Marisa motioned towards her.
"Ah, the humble Kelly Conway." she said sarcastically, her voice dripping with mock hospitality. "Always a joy to hear your voice."

She switched back to a more normal tone as she continued.
"But, no you're right. I did call you a psychopath. I mean, only a crazy person would lick blood off their hands and talk about how good it tastes." Marisa responded to Kelly's statements. "You know what? I felt for you during that match with Morrigan. I don't know what the story is there, but tasers, and box cutters don't belong in the ring. And that....video that played, yeah terrible. I was glad when that ended. But then you go up against Miyabi, and you have to put your feet up on the ropes to pin a rookie. There's a nice welcome to the big stage for you. And let's not forget the final. You got away with so much it was insane, and finally, when the ref DQ'ed you, you get saved by our general manager. You then go on to take the win, with a little help from a steel chair. So, in a tournament about pride and honor, you acted with everything but. I'm supposed to be happy about that? Are you happy about it?"

Kelly listened to Marisa ramble on about how bad she was, discussing everything about the tournament. Kelly just acted bored. She cheeked her nails, stared at her boots and just fiddled around like a bored child until Marisa got to the point. Kelly was quick to respond.

"Well... Duh! I won the Friction World Cup, dumbass!" Kelly exclaimed. "Not only... Did I just straight up walk in there and mop the floor with those bitches, but I did it with style and I don't regret a single thing I did in that ring at all. The fact of the matter is, Pride is dumb and can cost you and honor doesn't mean a damn thing to me. Winning is all I live for and the fact these girl's didn't play like me and do whatever it took to win, goes to show that they just aren't gonna ever cut the mustard in the world of wrestling. They don't have what it takes! Stupid holds them back!" Kelly raved, shouting into her mic as she glared at Marisa.

"And not only do I Rule The World, now... Haha... But I truly am the greatest wrestler the United States HAS to offer! Why? I'll tell you! Adrian Kytes, Brittany Luuve, Taylor Parker... The Three highest ranked Wrestlers from The United states... I've beaten Adrian... I've blooded Brittany... And I just beat Taylor fucking Parker... So not only have I PROVED that my country produces better talent than anyone else's... But I've beaten the best from that country as well! I've solidified my right to represent America!" Kelly exclaimed, looking to Marisa as she panted lightly.

"But I'm not crazy. I'm not." Said said cooly. "What I don't like is how you're talking about me however. Is there a point to this? Or are you just looking for attention off of my Success? Don't you have silicone tits to jiggle?"

Settling in, Marisa listened to Kelly's list of self proclaimed accomplishments, an unimpressed look upon her face. Then, as the blonde came to the end and brought up the subject of Marisa's breasts, the model's lips curved upward in a smile. Perhaps what she was about to try might be ill advised, but she was already this far, and to simply let Kelly say those things about all the other AFW wrestlers and do nothing grated against Marisa's nerves.

"Silicone?" she said. "Hardly, Kelly. What I have to jiggle is all natural. But don't take my word for it....take a closer look."
The former Hentai champion sauntered forward, seductively, closing the distance between the two women until they were practically face to face, or due to the slight height advantage Marisa enjoyed, face to cleavage. She hoped that the sudden, sexual approach would take Kelly off guard.
"See...money can't buy anything like them." she said. "But you know something, Kelly? There is something about being in the ring with a truly great wrestler that just sends this rush through my body. It starts with this thrill that works it's way up my back, that just makes me shiver. It makes this heat right here, in my chest..." her hand drifted down the exposed skin of her chest...and then went lower, down the valley between her somewhat covered breasts in an attempt to fluster, and confuse the other woman as her voice took on a breathy, husky tone. "And just spreads outward. Down to the very....core of my being."
At that sentence, Marisa's hand slid lower, down her leather pants, over her groin.

"And now that we're this close, Conway....mmm, yes, I feel...." the model began breathlessly.
Then her voice returned to normal as she looked into Kelly's eyes.
"Absolutely nothing. You disgust me."

Marisa took two steps back, away from Kelly before blowing her a mocking kiss....

"Silicone." Kelly repeated with a smirk that quickly faded as the former hentai champion drew herself closer to Kelly. A deep, disgusted and far from pleased frown appearing on Kelly's face. The blonde drew herself back in disgust as Marisa grew closer, she liked Lilly and liked curvy girls (much to her frustration) but even part of her hated the way Lilly was and Marisa was the same way. Liked to show off her body had no sense of shame. Her actions just infuriated Kelly, though her face had a hint of pink as the curvy Marisa was doing all this in front of her with the sexy saunter, touching herself and speaking in that husky tone... Kelly still felt her blood boiling. This woman was so full of herself.

But perhaps the worst it came when The model suddenly pulled a 180. Saying Kelly disgusted her. A vein practically popped in Kelly's head as the blonde suddenly rushed Marisa with the mic, trying to smash of the bottom of it against the top of her pretty little head.

The model knew that her actions would most likely result in out in and out violence from Kelly. Marisa honestly didn't think leaving the ring peacefully was an option once Kelly came down to the ring, so instead of risking an unexpected attack, she decided to provoke one that she could see coming.

As Kelly swung the mic, she would quickly step in, arms up to deflect the attack. Then Marisa would seize the arm to use the limb as leverage to perform an arm drag, her body twisting as she sent Kelly up and over. She would release Kelly's arm as the the other woman sailed over her, so the momentum of the arm drag and Conway's own wild rush would send her rolling under the bottom rope and out of the ring!

The crowd let out a surprised cheer at Marisa's unexpected move, forgetting that her erotic form of wrestling was derived from submission and wrestling techniques.

Rising to her feet, adrenaline coursing through her, Marisa gave fleeing a thought. She had stood her ground, she felt, fighting not just against Kelly, but against the 'win at all costs' mentality she seemed to follow. The same mentality that caused Kelly's actions at the World Cup. Somebody had to stand for the pride of those her fellow American had stepped on to get her World Cup victory. So...she couldn't run. No, she believed had to drive Kelly away and remind the people here that pride and honor weren't just Japanese concepts.
It took Marisa a moment to come to this decision, weighing her thoughts. Unable to see Conway from where she stood, the model strode towards the side of the ring Kelly was sent from. She would lean out between the first and second ropes to yell at the blonde.
"Get out of here, Conway!" she would shout.

Kelly swung the mic, looking to strike Marisa's head, she didn't expect this... Hentai 'fighter' to do much except flinch before the bottom of the microphone struck her pretty little, possibly plastic surgery aided, head. But as the model hot her arms up and wrapped them around Kelly's limb, twsitng and pulling a fluid motion, causing Kelly's eyes to just widen, everything going in slow motion for her as she was taken off her feet and flung forward!

"Gah! W-What th-" Kelly gasped before her back hit the mat, the momentum of the arm-drag sending her rolling and tumbling forward until she slid underneath the bottom ropes, hitting the floor below unceremoniously with a audible grunt.

Her fur coat still on her shoulders. The inside of showing what looked like blue and red.

The impact was light despite Kelly's swift tumble, she sat up immediately and showed the crowd in front of her the furious, embarrassed look on her face. Eyes narrowed and teeth gritted. She wasted no time turning around and looking underneath the ring to search for... Something.

And while the crowd cheered for Marisa's display, many of them were hollering loudly, as if to warn the former Hentai Champion that Kelly was doing something dastardly. Eventually she did in fact grab something. She sneered as she lifted her head back to see Marisa approaching, she drew back her weapon, a steel chair, holding beside her hip while she stood in low crouch, waiting for Marisa to get closer and closer until she foolishly leaned her pretty little head between the ropes.

Wasting no time, in one swift motion, stood up and swung, aiming to bash the steel chair right into Marisa's skull.

Marisa never saw Kelly grab a hold of the chair. When she came to the ropes and leaned to them, the model only got to yell "Get out-" before the blonde swung, smashing the steel chair into the side of her head.

The impact blasted her back through the ropes, into the ring, coming to rest on her back. She had never had the pleasure of getting hit with a chair before so the experience of suddenly having her lights dimmed was entirely new. In the blink of an eye, suddenly everything went blurry, and hazy for the model. The noise of the crowd went from loud to very muffled, as if coming from a great distance. Pain hadn't even registered, the resulting brain scramble dulled her senses as looked on with glassy eyes.

Kelly grinned as she smashed Marisa, the loud boo's of the crowd following immediately after the sickening metal clang of steel to skull... And weave most likely.

"HA! HA-HA, YEAH! Yeah! YEAH THATS RIGHT! I SHUT YOU UP REAL GOOD, DIDN'T I; BITCH!?" Kelly taunted obnoxiously The Blonde had Adrenaline coursing through her veins. She wasted no time dropping the chair and slipping into the ring, stalking around Marisa.

"You think I'm a psycho? Yeah? C'mon! Say it again! C'MON!" She raved as she removed the fluffly white fur coat from her body, letting it drop off her shoulders, showcasing her new patriotic ring attire that consisted of a cropped blue spandex top that exposed her abdomen with white stars going down her arms, a bigger one in the center of her chest. Red Gloves on both hands, a matching leather belt, white and blue spandex shorts and red wrestling boots with perfectly tied white laces.

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"This is why you didn't represent the states!" The camera's were flashing at the site of Kelly's new wrestling attire, while still showering her with boos as she flipped Marisa onto her back.

"You would have been too weak to get the job done, shameless whore!" Kelly immediately went for the girl's right arm, scissoring it with her thighs while her arms would entend to in front of Marisa's head, her hands locking together against Marisa's face before she cruelly tugged as hard as she could, tearing at her neck and shoulder with the intent to damage.