The Bitch is Back

The Tension crowd, happily enjoying their usual dose of fun action and sexy hentai, when a familiar piece of music they hadn't heard in some time began playing, causing various loud groans of disappointment.

After months of inactivity, Reira, the Tension World Champion, had returned.


Clad in her yellow and black ring attire, title belt around her shoulder, the redhead strode down the ramp and entered the ring, grabbing a microphone from the ring announcer, letting her music finish and basking in the crowds boos before she spoke.

*Boos*

"Well. Happy New Year to you too..."

*More Boos*

"Whatever. You can all fuck off...So as you may have noticed, I haven't been around much lately. Well, fact is, I took a well earned vacation. It's not easy being the champ after all, and dealing with the usual assholes in the league, as well as those worthless sluts I was aligned with, I needed a break from everyone, and goddamn was it relaxing!"

*Louder boos*

Reira shook her head before continuing.

"Whatever. I'll get to the point then. I'm back, and I'm riding solo. No dumb "Thorns of whatever" to act all prissy and beat up jobbers and get in my way. I'm looking to fight on my own! With that in mind, I'm declaring an open challenge, to any single person in the back, to come out here and get a one on one shot at this, the Tension World Title!"

She yelled, raising the belt in the air for all to see.

"That's right! Free shot at the belt! Anybody who thinks they got the balls or boobs to come down here and fight the best champ Tensions ever had, Lets go!"

She dropped the mike, bouncing on her feet, both her and the crowd anxious to see who would come out first.

It wouldn't be long before someone finally came out to answer the call. He had been in the back, sitting around, but when he heard Reira's open challenge, he wasted no time leaving the back to head to the stage with a fierce, determined glare and a wide, eager grin.

"No Compromise" by Rebel Meets Rebel suddenly hit the arena speakers, the crowd leaping to their feet as Clyde Gastin emerged from the entrance ramp, clad in his ring gear and a blue sleeveless denim vest, holding a mic and wasting no time to flap his gums.

"Ladies and gentlemen of Kyoto and your favorite gaijin, the mouth of the south, the fastest gun in the land of the rising sun is here ta' rock, baby!" Yelled Clyde with a raised fist as the crowd returned a loud cheer.

He then lowered his arm and pointed right at Reira. "Miss Reira Kirishima! I heard you're lookin' for a fight and someone to take that Tension World Title away! Well you ain't gotta look no further than Clyde T. Gastin! Let's go at it! Me and you! Tonight!" Clyde said with a wide grin, followed by another loud cheer from the crowd, their cries making the cowboy oh so eager. He finally had a shot at the title and was going to take it right here and now! It had him pacing around the stage eagerly as he had his eyes locked on The Champion.

Reira, for perhaps the first time ever, looked speechless as none other than Clyde T. Goddamn Gastin dared make his way down the ramp.


As the crowd cheered, into the idea of the seeing their favorite cowboy get a shot, Reira finally reached down and grabbed her microphone again, yelling into the mic.

"Oh no, HELL NO! We are not doing this!"

She yelled, throwing the belt down and glaring daggers at the cowboy.

"Are you kidding me? Clyde Gastin? The "Lovable Loser" of Tension? Why in the hell would I give Clyde Gastin a title shot? Didn't I just see you tapping out to some bitch just recently? Haven't you spent most of the last year pretending you were Friction and letting some other pair of bitches kick your ass over and over and over again? Hell, I remember you once getting FUCKING BUTT SMOTHERED BY HEATHER SUNDERLAND! Do you REALLY FUCKING THINK you deserve a shot at this title with that kind of record? Cause I sure as fuck don't!"

She yelled, getting loudly booed in the process, the crowd obviously thinking he DID deserve it.

Clyde ended his pandering to the crowd when he heard Reira's screeching into the mic, he gave an exaggerated flinch before he turned back to the red head, blinking curiously with a dopey looking stare as if he didn't understand.

"Lovable loser..?" He mouthed while scratching the side of his head before hearing Reira out, raising a brow at her words, a lot of them low blows, but he didn't let Reira see it phase him, the only thing that really bothered him were the Allison and Jocelyn bits.

"Yes." He answered back firmly. "But gah dang... You sure know a whole lot about me! You got me bookmarked on the AFW network or somethin'? Well, I'm flattered but you ain't really my type." He added with a coy grin.

"I ain't gotta rant about how awesome I am 'cause I know it and these people sure as hell know it but the fact of the matter is, Reira... You wouldn't be champion if I hadn't helped you eliminate Poison during the Tension Battle Royal!" Clyde shouted back as he pointed at Reira, letting his words hang.

"BULLSHIT! That is complete bullshit, and you know it! I'm the one that threw Poison out of that battle royal, long after you got yourself tossed out! I didn't need any help to win that match, just like I didn't need any help to beat the ever loving shit out of John Mitchell for the belt! I beat that fruitcake so badly, he hasn't been seen in Tension since! I kicked Domino's ass so hard, he hasn't popped up in months!"

Reira ranted, Clyde's implication clearly striking a nerve.

"Fuck off Clyde! Your just a pathetic cowboy who wishes he could fight in Friction instead of getting his ass kicked by the women there all the time. Hell, Tai fucking Kamiya had more success dealing with Friction than you did! You are NOT worthy enough to get a shot at MY belt! Now if ANYBODY ELSE wants a shot, I'll GLADLY give it to them!"

”Hey, hey, hey!” Out from the back came Kozue Kaburagi, Tension’s resident ninja, with a microphone in hand and a devious smile on her face. She looked like she’d just come off the street - sneakers, baggy jeans, a blue Nintendo Power t-shirt - because she had just come off the street. Literally. She’d been watching the show at a bar across the street when Reira made her announcement, and the moment she heard it, she dashed over. Hence the thin sheen of sweat all over her skin and the fact that she was slightly out of breath.

Kozue put a hand on Clyde’s shoulder and nodded his way, before looking down the ramp towards the Tension Champion. ”First off, Reira, let me say, it’s an honor to meet you. Big time Wrestle Angel fan. The submission match you had with Mighty Yukiko was tits, that was…” Kozue stopped and chewed her lip for a moment. ”Oh, my bad, that wasn’t you. That was Minami Toshimi. Oh, but right, you had that great table match with Chris Morgan, where...you…” Kozue snapped her fingers and sighed. ”Sorry, that was Hibiki Izayoi.”

Kozue shook her head and turned to Clyde, looking embarrassed. Looking.  ”See, Clyde, I keep getting Reira here confused with Wrestle Angels who were actually worth a shit. I forgot that she was a low-level, no-name, zero-talent hack of a wrestler who’s so fucking obscure most AFW fans don't even realize she had a career before she became here. Which, now that I think about, sort of explains why she’s holding onto that gold like it’s a goddamn baby. Because she knows that, if you beat her, the only time people will remember her is when she pops up in the AFW Trivia Game.”

Kozue stepped back and held her hands in the air. ”But fear not! Allow me to proffer a solution.” She moved over between Clyde and Reira, taking a few steps down the ramp before she looked back. ”I’ll kick Reira’s ass and become the new Tension champ…” This, of course, got some healthy applause, and Kozue winked towards the audience. ”...thank you. And, after I beat her and have some ample time to get her hair dye out of my fingernails, I’ll give you a shot at the title. Everybody wins!”

Kozue shrugged and looked over her shoulder. ”Eh, except you, Big Red. You'll lose. But that was sort of inevitable, you know?”

Clyde raised his brow at Reira as she exploded on him again after he clearly got under her skin and started naming off people she beat before going back to shitting on him. Clyde never let this hot head phase him.

"You like to throw out these names but none of them are me..." Clyde shot back, letting his words hang before pointing at Reira, frustration getting to him when she seemed to close the door on his chance at the title. "If I'm so bad, then you shouldn't be afriad of putting your title on the line again a guy that'd be easy ta' beat! I think yer just sca-" Clyde began to say before getting interrupted by a familiar, sexy Ninja who creeped up behind him and began to address Reira. Clyde tilted his head and crossed his arms while Kozue took it to Reira, the apparent nobody.

"She's got a point!" Clyde would add cowly in regards to the trivia game comment before marching down towards Kozue.

"And Ms. Ninjette... As much as I appreciate yer kindness. I'm here because I got history with Melissa's Thorns and Reira Kirishima and I intend to take that title away from both of them... But if you win, I'll happily get ta' the back of the line and work my way back up... Because if anyone needs an ass whoopin' It's her!" Said Clyde into the mic as he looked over at Reira with a confident smirk.

AND NOW THE NINJA BITCH WAS HERE!


Reira was not liking this turn of events. She had been expecting to get REAL challengers, REAL fighters, not this derpy cowboy and some wannabe Ninja Gaiden castaway! On top of which, Ninjette was pushing some very sensitive buttons, daring to say things Reira had never let anybody get away with saying.

She was not just some nobody damnit!

Scowling at both of them, Reira finally rose her mic again.

"Fine...FINE. The little Revenge of Shinobi playing bitch wants a shot at me? You got it. I'll show you why those other worthless Angels were too goddamn scared to get in the ring with me! As for you Clyde, Sorry about your damn luck, you can sit in the back and watch me beat this bitch into the ground and be thankful your not worthy enough to get the same!"