Elsa Grey vs. Shinji Okazaki

Elsa saw this upcoming match of hers, much like she saw most violent encounters, as little more than charming. She seemed to gain such a reputation with how she dominated and tortured her opponents that she was invited to a separate arena, in the Tension division. She hadn't joined the league for fame, but it was quite amusing to her that indulging her favorite pastimes in public resulted in a loyal following, rather than an arrest warrant or the like.

What she was less amused about, however, was what being in tension usually meant. Wrestlers from Friction were usually brought over to Tension to fight the resident male wrestlers when a cross-group match like this was organized, and based on the information Elsa was given, that seemed to be the case. While there was something satisfying about taking a strong, confident alpha male and breaking him down into a crying mess, it paled in comparison with the gratification of taking a small, helpless little thing and making her Elsa's plaything. The fear men showed was always reluctant, held back, which had it's benefits, but just wasn't the same as the pure, unadulterated panic that filled the eyes of the little girls she had fought before. The slip she was given suggested her opponent was still small and lightweight, though that usually just meant a guy with a quick, athletic frame.

As her music pulsed through the stadium, she focused more on her pondering than on the equally cheering and booing audience around her, sliding into the ring as she leaned against the turnbuckle, her head resting on one wrist while her elbow rested on the other.

Shinji peeked from around the corner. The crowd had a mixed response to his opponent tonight. The sheet he was given said that her name was Elsa and she would be taller than him, and heavier too. All the crossdresser could do was hope that she wasn't very experienced if he wanted to have a shot. A lump formed in his throat- despite his meager time at AFW, he had improved little. He was still fairly quick on his feet, sure, but he hadn't gotten stronger at all or really learned any moves.

He watched her on the monitor they had in the staging area. She seemed almost larger then life and incredibly pretty. Her hair was white and she was quite buxom, it looked like. Shinji ran his hand through his own blond hair. He was feeling rather pretty himself in his blue dress. Hell, the makeup girl didn't even have to help him so much this time- he almost had the hang of it. Almost.

The grinding guitars of his intro clanged over the loudspeakers and the boy was off. The crowd was bewildered by his appearance as always but he was happy to see them anyways. He happily waved and smiled, ready to put on a show for them.

Then came the ring. Shinji hopped up and bowed deeply at his opponent. "Hi! Nice to meet you! I am Shinji!" The boy beamed. The dress and the makeup brought out his less shy side.