KamiKaze Vs. The Coalition!

Standard Tag Match
Win by Pinfall or Submission
10 Count for Ring Outs

The "Flashing Lights" Instrumental by Kanye West & Eric Hudson began to hum like a revving engine through the arena speakers as the lights dimmed, only a set of flashing strobe lights synched to the beat of the electronic strings illuminated the arena until at last the beat dropped and several colored laser lights covered the arena while Kelly Conway herself stepped out on stage, wearing her patriotic wrestling attire that was covered by her big white fur coat, a big bug eyed sunglasses over her eyes, carrying a large American flag over her shoulder.

She practically stomped her feet on the entrance ramp with each step she took from her swaying hips, her steps matched with the pounding beat of her theme that was accompanied by the loud boos of the crowd that were indeed tired of the arrogant and disrespectful Conway who stopped about half way down the ramp and remained still as several, streaks of pyro ejected from the entrance ramp behind her, grandly posing for the cameras with the pyro behind her, stomping up the steels steps, getting into the ring and snatching the mic away from the Ring Announcer.

"For years, Kelly Conway has stood in the AFW alone... But no more! Standing beside the likes of Former Entropy and Hardcore Champion, Brittany Luuve and Rising Star, Jessica Wright, The Coalition is set to become the most dominant force in wrestling!  But of the two names I just mentioned... Neither of those women shall be my partner tonight! No! Tonight Kelly Conway, The American hero is proud to welcome.... The NEWEST addition... To The Coalition!!!" Kelly cried into her mic while pointing towards the arena stage!

Synching in perfectly with Kelly’s flamboyant pointing gesture towards the top of the ramp, the house lights would die down until there was only pitch black nothingness. A brief permeating darkness that kept you from seeing your hand in front of your face until the monolithic Titantron lit up the arena with ghastly and distorted images of death. Including but not limited to tombstones, caskets, and a deformed rabbit skull flashing as the centerpiece. The sound of a pulsating beat akin to a demonic heart throbbing escalated the macabre atmosphere that certainly stood in direct contrast to the flashy theatricality of Kelly’s entrance.

With knee-level fog engulfing the entirety of the now murky ramp like a Louisiana bayou, and after a nearly a minute of unsettling anticipation, the beat would drop and the looming figure of Death herself would nonchalantly stride out from behind the curtains. With her chin tucked down, her wide-brimmed top hat would conceal nearly the entirety of her face as she lurched forward in her tattered trenchcoat. The photographer’s from before would smartly clear the way this time around, the fog parting to the sides as she gradually stomped forward, down the ramp and up the steel steps until she was side by side with her patriotically attired partner.

Tipping off her hat would end her theme and light up the arena, her dramatic unveiling seemingly cementing her position as Kelly’s latest acquisition against the forces of Taylor Parker and her dojo. An immediate result of this bombshell was making the audience finally join together unilaterally from their formerly mixed opinion of D.B., boos and cries of disappointment from those whom may have been fans of hers showering them both. Allying with Kelly was apparently equating to instant heat...

Her grim countenance never flinched as she scanned the audience, the majority baffled at how this unorthodox partnership came to be...though inwardly Bunny was smiling like a jackal. From meandering in the undercard to being escalated high enough in the league to have the satisfying opportunity of putting the screws to the World Champ herself…Though there was a price to pay for this springboard to the top, namely swallowing a hefty dose of her pride by standing next to Kelly in that outfit…

“…*sigh*…”

"HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT AFW!?" Kelly cried as the tron showed its image of Death Bunny as her theme played and the tall bunny eared figure strolled down the ramp like a grim reaper ready to collect an unfortunate soul. She had Jessica Wright and Brittany Luuve, but nobody displayed more of a presence than Death Bunny, stalking through the fog like it were a graveyard. A graveyard for Parker and Avery no doubt.

"AT FIVE-EIGHT... SIX-SIX WITH THE EARS! THE NEWEST ADDITION! TO THE COALITION! MY PARTNER FOR TONIGHT! JAPAN, I GIVE YOU.... DEATH BUNNY! " Kelly cried into the mic amidst the darkness, the lights clearing as the woman tipped off her hat. Kelly herself eagerly standing in the ring, a proud look on her face as she looked at her partner, so eager to see what Taylor thought of new friend. In addition to the happy news that Taylor was going to receive very soon...

All at once, the droning boos changed to elated cheers as the champ's music filled the arena. The energetic punk in the speakers announced the arrival of another energetic punk, and Taylor bounded into view, her golden pigtails trailing behind her, and her title belt slung over her shoulder.

The chance to get her hands on Kelly had her smoldering with anticipation. She had silently counted off the seconds backstage in the long minutes before her entrance, and now she was only moments away from doing all the things to Kelly that had filled her mind for the last several months, alongside her promising trainee, Avery Shields.

She wore a radiant grin for the crowd, but her indigo eyes were singularly focused on the ring. She trailed a hand out toward the crowd as she made her way down the ramp, slapping hands and walking at a measured pace. The tension within her was almost unbearable, and if her concentration slipped for just a moment she might have snapped.

She stomped up the ring steps and slipped into the ring. She paid almost no attention to the bigger, trenchcoated bunny girl, and took a place in the middle of the ring to stare down her rival.

A sheen of sweat already shone on her finely tuned body, and her bright red suit clung to her like a second skin. The sleek muscle of her bare shoulders, bare thighs, bare arms, her trim, narrow waist, spoke of her lightweight speed, and sudden, shocking power. The ring, the area around her, was the most dangerous place in the whole world.

She lifted the belt high in the air, her eyes locked on Kelly. "You want this?" She wagged a finger and shook her head. "You, of all people, will never get your hands on this. Not while I'm alive." She redirected her searing gaze at D.B. "And if you want to try me out, I'll tear you apart."

She handed her belt to the referee and backed up to her corner with a punky sneer. "And you guys are in big trouble, now!" She declared, in anticipation of her trainee's arrival. "We saved the best for last!"

Kelly grinned at the sight of Taylor as the woman made her appearance amidst the cheering crowd. It was a challenge to not smile too much so, prompting Kelly to just show her white teeth as Taylor made her way down with her peppy, confident attitude that Kelly was going to be so pleased to ruin.

She made sure to stand in the center of the ring, hands on her hips as Taylor got in the ring and raised her title belt high. Kelly stared at it with intensity, her eyes showing how much she craved and yearned for the gold that Taylor Parker, frowning bitterly as she waved that finger so arrogantly at her and declared that she would have it. The prize.

But as Taylor acted so confidently, Kelly cooled herself, crossed her arms and smiled. "We are, aren't we? Hehe..." Kelly grinned. "You and that Billy Idol lip are about as threatening as newborn Chihuahuas. Either way... I'm glad you agreed to this matchup to determine which party earns the Title contract, now all we have to do is wait for your Best girl, right? Your favorite?" Kelly began stroking her chin while looking at Taylor with a devious sneer of her own.

"She isn't going to keep us waiting, right? " Kelly asked with a knowing grin.

Taylor's grin slowly faded as she stood, watching the top of the ramp, awaiting Avery's entrance. Kelly was still talking, as always, that was nothing new. But the way she said that last part...

She flashed a glare at the hateful blonde. "Maybe you should worry less about running your mouth and more about what's coming down the ramp," she snapped, and looked back up at the curtain.

Kelly looked at DB out the corner of her eye before looking at Taylor and grinning.

"Okay." She said simply. Pleasantly. Standing before Taylor, too far for a kick to even reach but close enough for Taylor to clearly see the smug, confident gaze that Kelly bore, as if she were trying to say. 'I know something you don't know~'

Seconds would pass, more by the second and nobody was coming down. There was no music playing and the fans were getting restless, chanting for Avery, but the longer it took, the more they began to grow displayed and started to boo.

"Maaan.... Such an EGOTIST! Keeping all these fans waiting just so she can have a grand entrance! Wow! You suuure know how to pick them, Parker..." Kelly snickered, slowly starting to circle her opponent, feeling confident with DB in the same ring as her.

Unbeknownst to the bickering blondes in attendance, D.B. had also shot the World Championship a glance once it was hoisted over head. Though any plans in that regard would be better off put to the side...

After several minutes had come and gone with no Avery Shields or hints of activity from the ramp, the antsy audience would start to get restless in anticipation. And D.B. may have been feeling the same were it not for the overt taunting by her American Cohort, making it abundantly clear to anyone who understood subtlety that her partner knew more than she was letting on. D.B. herself not aware of any plans due to her status as the "New Girl", but that's not to say she didn't get a kick out of seeing the normally loud mouthed Taylor start to sweat.

"Looks like you bet on the wrong horse, Tay Sway. It's cold out here when you're on your own, huh?" D.B. uttered unsympathetically while stepping up slightly closer to encroach upon Taylor while Kelly continued to encircle her, her top hat and trench coat by now hung up in her corner to reveal her white cotton top and tight fitting hot pants jeans. "You can always call for someone else to pull your ass out of the fire again..."

"Shut the fuck up, Kelly."

What was taking Avery so long? Did she have cold feet? Taylor knew they should've entered together. The girl was probably nervous, and Taylor was supposed to be her mentor.

Her gaze snapped back to Death Bunny again. "Sorry, who are you?" She said, abundantly annoyed. "Why don't you shut up and use this time to reevaluate your fashion choices, you trailer park Playboy reject."

No matter her bravado, Taylor was starting to sweat. She lowered her voice and walked back to the center of the ring. "Kelly, what aren't you telling me?"

"Oooh..." Kelly twiddled her fingers as Taylor told her to shut up. She then playfully skipped around Taylor and went over to Death Bunny, leaning on the bigger girl while daintily lifting up her back leg and curling it up.

"Don't listen to her Death Bunny! At least you have friends!" Kelly exclaimed before looking at Taylor, tilting her head and giving the woman a mocking pout before she started to smile gleefully, as she noticed how nervous Taylor appeared.

"Does... Our Champion look afraid to you, Death Bunny?" Kelly asked, never taking her eyes off Taylor as she whispered in her friend's ear.