Kimmy Colton vs. Claire Devantier: Claire's Debut!

Kimmy had to stop looking at Claire like that. It was just...weird. It was weird of her to be looking at the French girl like that, eyeing her legs and checking out her clothing just as they were about to start fighting. Even if Claire was the sort of person who did fights of that sort, Kimmy wasn't, and this match was a standard match with standard victory conditions. No good would come from Kimmy focusing on anything but using her strength, her speed, and her superior techniques to win this fight!

As they locked up and began to push against each other, Kimmy initially leaned forward, but was soon pushed back to a neutral position as Claire matched her strength. Kimmy would grunt and push ever so slightly harder to ensure that she kept it even for the time being. She looked into Claire's face, searching for signs of how much of her strength the French girl was expending. Kimmy thought that she must be the stronger of the two of them. Claire, though, was the first to make a move, planting a foot and putting most of her weight into pushing, forcing Kimmy to back up a couple of steps. "Grrrh..." she growled, before she would plant her foot and stop Claire's advance.

Claire had the advantage of gravity, pushing slightly downwards on Kimmy, but Kimmy, with her slightly more toned body, was confident that she could make up for it. The American girl would begin to push harder against Claire, turning her hands just slightly to adjust her hold on her foe's hands, as she would pile on quite a bit more pressure, intending to make a little demonstration of her strength as she would try to force Claire to backpedal back towards her side of the ring!

Kimmy's study of her French opponent's face would reveal that she did indeed seem to be expending quite a bit of energy matching up to her strength. Starting to gain ground, Claire was encouraged, stepping her front foot forward in-between Kimmy's legs in an attempt to gain more leverage over the lock-up. In her head, she couldnt quite believe what she was doing, her body acting mostly on instinct as her concious mind raced with random thoughts, a side-effect of her hidden nervous-ness. "If I keep this up, I'll win!" she thought to herself, a smile forced it's way onto her facial expression as images of victory flashed in her mind.

Unfortunately for Claire, her advantage wouldnt last long. With Kimmy putting up more of a fight, her advance ground to a halt after just three more short steps with the two struggling against eachother. Following this, the momentum had begun to shift in Kimmy's favour, the French girl being forced to backpedal in the direction of whatever lay behind her, be it turnbuckle or ropes. Despite her best efforts, she found herself unable to stop Kimmy's push, the American gaining the advantage that Claire had enjoyed just moments ago. The smooth socks covering Claire's feet dont help out either, reducing friction between her body and the ground causes Kimmy to gain momentum quite quickly, Claire letting out "Hnngh!- Wha-!" as she begins to slide.

Kimmy, when she applied this great of a portion of her strength, was now having much less trouble pushing Claire backwards. Kimmy had gotten a good idea of how strong the redhead she was facing was. Claire probably hadn't used every last ounce of strength in her body, either, but the Brooklynite felt that she would be able to guess what Claire's limit would be. Below mine, of course, Kimmy would think, feeling confident as she began to slide Claire backwards, feeling the way her opponent slipped in her socks as she was forced across the canvas towards her own corner.

Kimmy wasn't planning to trap Claire in the corner, though, however tempting that might have been. With Claire still on her feet, there were plenty of ways the French girl would be able to escape even if Kimmy was blocking her in. Kimmy figured that she might as well test Claire's ground game. This girl was lithe and trim, which meant that she, like Kimmy, was probably fast. Getting into a contest of who could chase and catch the other was not exactly what Kimmy wanted to do right now, since she was shorter and her shorter strides might cost her some there.

But how was Claire when she had her legs taken out from under her? How would she stand up in a submission hold? Kimmy was dying to find out. So, as Claire was backed up, Kimmy would lunge forward, pushing her body into Claire's as she would hook one leg around one of the redhead's and pull. She would try to get Claire on one foot, and then, she would try to send the girl crashing down with a push, with Kimmy hanging onto her and aiming to land right on top of her opponent!

The lack of friction between Claire's feet and the canvas meant that, along with being able to push her back quite easily, Kimmy found it similarly easy to bring her foot away from the ground. Being off-balance already, Kimmy wouldnt have had to use much force to topple her. With a yelp and a thud, her back met with the canvas, her head quickly following suit. The French girl had been taken by surprise at how quickly the momentum of the struggle had turned against her, she hoped that it wouldnt be a sign of things to come from the rest of the match. Speaking through clenched teeth in her thick accent, Claire said "Grrh! Get off!". She'd try to break the grip between the two girls' hands. If her attempt was a success, she intended to follow up quickly by trying to grab Kimmy under her left armpit, and then twist her own body and use the grip as leverage to try and roll her opponent off to the side.

Being on the bottom wasnt something Claire had been looking forward to all a great deal, but something she knew would happen at some point, perhaps not as soon as it did. She knew Kimmy was physically stronger than she was, even if the difference between the two wasnt all that large. Claire was wondering in the back of her mind, the rest being focused on getting her body to move how she wanted it to, 'Was I overpowered? or was it just because I was easier to move?' in regards to her failure during the lock-up just a few moments prior.

Kimmy came down on top of Claire, squashing the slightly taller wrestler down into the canvas, though she would not be able to keep her place on top of the French girl for very long. Claire showed off some quick thinking, and proved that she was indeed a strong girl, even if she didn't have quite the brute strength that Kimmy did. She unlaced her hands from Kimmy's and, before the blonde American was able to reestablish her balance and pin Claire down, the French fighter hooked an arm underneath one of Kimmy's arms and pushed to the side, forcing Kimmy down on one side onto the canvas, as well.

Ah, not bad... Kimmy would think. She probably should have said something to that effect out loud if she was really trying to welcome this girl to AFW and make her feel comfortable as a wrestler here, to let her know that she was doing a good job so far. But Kimmy had never been a particularly social bird, and so, by the time that she recognized that she probably should be doing that, the opportunity was long since passed.

Kimmy analyzed the situation. She had one arm restricted in its movements, and she was laying on the other one—not a lot of help there. So, then, she would just have to use her legs. Kimmy would kick a leg upwards, trying to get it over top of Claire's body, right around waist level, while her other leg would kick at Claire a little bit, trying to slip under her. That part wouldn't exactly be easy—in fact, neither part would be—but, if she could get those legs around her opponent, Kimmy would then begin squeezing Claire in a tight body scissor!

Managing to roll her opponent to the side made Claire smile, thinking she had regained the advantage. Just as she was beginning to get to her feet, she felt Kimmy's legs wrap themselves around her lower stomach. Instinctively, her arms travelled down quickly to grab at them, causing her legs to slip and bring her back down onto her back. As her opponent's legs began to squeeze inwards tightly, her own legs tensed up and began to shiver slightly, her arms tried to pull her opponent's limbs open wide enough for her to roll away before too much damage could be done, the French girl bit down on her bottom lip gently.

Being squeezed into the hold by her American opponent was quite painful and unpleasant, one of the softer areas of her body being crushed inwards from both sides. Of course, that was the whole point of the hold, 'They call them submission holds for a reason', she thought to herself. Despite the pain and general un-pleasantness, Claire felt a strange unfamiliar sensation flutter in her legs and head, almost as though she enjoyed it. She did her best to ignore this, though, trying not to let it hinder her escape attempts.

Kimmy managed to catch Claire just before her opponent was able to climb up onto her feet, and with her toned legs Kimmy dragged the redhead back down, down onto her back again, where she was easy prey for a body scissor hold such as this one. Kimmy typically preferred to use her arms when applying a submission hold, but if those arms were not available, then her legs could be deadly weapons, as well—a fact that Claire was learning the hard way, as Kimmy squeezed down on her toned but still soft stomach, trying to force the air out of her lungs and maybe even coax a submission out of her.

It was still far too early in the match for that, of course. Kimmy soon realized she wouldn't be so lucky as to coax a submission out of Claire right now—the French girl was just too fresh. Even Kimmy's signature finisher probably would not be enough to force Claire to give up right now, seeing as how all the damage she had taken consisted of falling on her back twice and being squeezed by Claire's legs for about twenty seconds. Though I almost got Valley to submit to it, so why not this girl? Kimmy would ask herself, though she did quickly decide that some other method was needed to further weaken the French fighter.

As Claire put her hands between Kimmy's legs and her own stomach and began to push outwards, Kimmy would fight to tighten her scissors. While she was able to keep Claire from escaping entirely, her hold was loosened, and at this point her legs were doing little more than just gently resting up against Claire's body. Deciding to do something else, Kimmy would release her scissor hold, and then swing her legs around and get them under herself. When she lifted herself up, she would grab onto Claire's hair and try to pull Claire up with her, all the way onto their feet.

"Alright...and..." Kimmy would mumble, before she would try to pull Claire into a side headlock in order to ensure that the Frenchwoman remained under her control!

Feeling the hold break, Claire quickly shuffled her way to the side and rolled over. At what she though was a safe distance, she began to quickly climb to her feet, only to be interrupted half-way through by her opponent's hand gripping onto a large chunk of her red hair. The French girl let out a yelp of pain and instinctively grabbed onto Kimmy's arms to try and pry her fingers away, "Hey! Let go!" she called out in protest, but was then cut off as she was made to lean forward and an arm tightly wrapped around the side of her head and began to squeeze. Claire put one hand onto her opponent's lower back and the other grabbed at the American girl's arm, both pushed in unison to try and make her head slide out of the hold.

Things didnt seem to be looking so good for Claire right now, she had been surprised by how quick her opponent could move. Initially, she had expected Kimmy to move quite a bit slower than her, given the (While not so large, it was visually easy to identify) difference in build and tone between the two of them. As the pain sunk in once again, she felt that strange feeling in the background, a feeling that almost made her want to simply relax. And once again, she ignored it, focusing on getting her head free of the American's tight grip.

Kimmy drew Claire into the headlock without much dilly-dallying and with very little ceremony. The American girl wanted to move quickly, keeping her advantage and pressing it, transitioning from hold to hold neatly and efficiently, taking Claire apart piece by piece. That was the plan. The girl could cry out and protest in her cute little French accent all night long, but Kimmy was determined to follow through on the game plan which she had made for herself. So far, so good, Kimmy would mentally say, as she pulled Claire's cheek up against her bare side and tightened the headlock on the poor French girl.

Claire would struggle mightily in the headlock, so far not willing to accept any sort of preordained fate. Kimmy was glad that her opponent had some fight in her, at least, while at the same time she avoided the sorts of tactics that plenty of AFW wrestlers would stoop to should they be forced into this sort of series of brutal, efficient, punishing holds. Was Kimmy wrong about the sort of fights that Claire had joined AFW to participate in? Maybe she should apologize for her earlier staring...

Later, of course. Who would apologize while applying a side headlock, and struggling to keep one's opponent locked into that headlock?

Kimmy kept Claire trapped for a while, squeezing down on her head, pressing Claire's face up against the side of her own body, trying to drain the energy of the redhead but not entirely succeeding. Claire struggled and struggled to break free, and though Kimmy had some success thwarting those efforts at first, soon enough a powerful, sudden pull would break Claire free from the hold.