Mikayla Pryor vs Yuki Nakamura KO Match!

It seems Yuki's match against her girlfriend Anne got her quite a few fans from the friction crowd. Hell, even her manager was strongly considering moving her over to the Friction brand seeing as that would open up more match opportunities for her. She would still do the occasional Tension match now and then, but after seeing the standing ovation she received, Yuki felt that this may be the best move for her.

As soon as her music began to play, Yuki ran down the ramp, sporting a grin from ear to ear as her new Friction fans welcomed her back to the arena. Deciding to show off a bit, Yuki did an agile flip into the air, landing near the ring edge where she smoothly slid under the ropes. Upon standing once more, her blue eyes took in the crowd, and she let loose the breath she didn't know she had been holding. Were the nerves getting to her again? She had to put that aside for now, cause she had an opponent to knock out! The snowdrop leaned against the corner post, eagerly awaiting her opponent's arrival.

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Mikayla didn't have any delusions about this match compared to her first one. The first time out, she had been wrestling with a friend, and that had set the tone for the match. It had been competitive, and Mikayla had ended up unconscious on the mat at the end, but it still hadn't been anything close to savage. Tonight, even if the woman she was facing was another gem, there was no guarantee that the match would have that same healthy competitiveness to it. It wasn't that she was nervous, but she was being realistic. Whoever it was that she fought, she wasn't going to be holding anything back, either. She had gotten her first match in the history books, and as incredibly fun as it had been, it was still a loss. Mikayla wanted to mark down that first win, and really feel like she belonged among the wrestlers in the AFW as their equal.

She had already made it out near the stage after getting dressed in her same tube top, short jacket, and shorts combo, and stood pulling her legs up behind her back to stretch as she waited for her music. Whoever was already out there was certainly getting a nice cheer. Mikayla quirked an eyebrow, peering out towards the ring to see who exactly this other girl was. Of course she had been given a name and tried to get some scouting on the other woman, but she didn't have much to work with - mostly just feedback on her own performance from the match before from her trainer, uh, "friend." And, admittedly, she had spent quite a lot of time with Fallon over the past couple of weeks. But adaptability was good, right? She was confident she could get this done. Besides, they had made this a KO match, apparently because someone had thought the knockout in the last match Mikayla had been involved in was great entertainment. So at least she had experience...if a negative one.

Before being allowed further speculation, she heard her music trigger. A grin crossed her face, the giddiness hitting her again for a brief moment. Before she got serious, she could enjoy this whole experience again.

She bounded onto the stage to a chorus of cheers, stopping to stick her hands up to the crowd a moment with a bright smile on her face before continuing on down the ramp, a little more calmly than in her previous match but being no less kind to the crowd as she slapped hands with a number of them as she passed by. As she scaled the steps up into the ring and threw up a leg to enter, she took stock of the woman already in the ring. Pretty hair. Also pretty small. That was as far as Mikayla's analysis went before she hopped up onto the turnbuckle to beam at the fans once more and point at a couple of young ladies wearing goldenrod for her and hauling a sign. Heck yes, she already had a group that was dedicated! Even if it was just...two. A start.

She hopped back down, again peering over at the other woman. If she was small...fast, maybe? At risk of simply gazing at the woman rudely without saying a word, Mikayla maintained her bright smile as she nodded at the other woman and stepped towards the center of the ring, as welcoming as possible with someone she was about to try to knock out.

Yuki could not suppress a small giggle to herself as her opponent made her way down the ramp, her eyes lighting up when she saw the small gathering of fans waving signs. She totally understood. The feeling of elation when you see that your presence inspires happiness in so many young women. That kind of revelation gave Yuki the drive to move forward, and even though she nearly had as many losses as wins, she still enjoyed doing what she did.

When Mikayla smiled at her and approached the ring's center, Yuki returned it in kind, beaming up at her. Reaching out, she firmly clasped her opponent's hand and shook it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mikayla. I am honored to be your opponent tonight." she greeted, with a gentle incline of her head. This girl was big, and judging by her well defined legs, she seemed to be more based in kicks. That's just her guess anyway. Better to plan ahead in the meantime.

Aaaah yes she was a friendly one! Mikayla's smile turned from warm to beaming as the other young woman approached, and now Mikayla did not feel quite so ashamed of scrutinizing her. She was indeed a somewhat smaller woman than Mikayla, but she looked athletic - fit the part of a wrestler for sure. Pretty. And she was nice! That gave her tons of brownie points in Mikayla's book, as the Minnesotan clasped her hand and gave it her best competitor's shake.

"Nice to meet you too! I mean, probably would have been nicer without someone telling us to meet here and knock one another out, but we work with what we've got, right?" She broke into a handful of snickers, hoping she was keeping the mood light. Competition didn't mean Yuki had to be an enemy, and if Mikayla had her way, she would get along with everyone here...and beat them, but get along with them, yeah. "Let's have a good match, huh?", she added, before the ref signaled to both of them and Mikayla let her opponent's hand go.

She turned back to the young women in the crowd long enough to flash them another enthusiastic wave before the din quieted in anticipation. There was little chance for anything else but to run a hand through her wild hair as the bell rang, and immediately she fell into a crouched fighting stance - deeper this time to negate the fact that she was tall and vulnerable below the waist, as the trainers had told her after her last match - and gave Yuki another smile before she started moving laterally.

Yuki laughed, "Trust me, I've had far more awkward meetings with new wrestlers than this, but we can work with it." Smiling she patted Mikayla's hand as she backed off to her own corner, "Yup! Good luck!"

She saw her opponent slipping into a crouch. Interesting...she was already planning on how to counter her small size, but she didn't know how fast Yuki could be. She only hoped it would surprise Mikayla enough to give Yuki the edge.

Once the bell rang, Yuki kept herself moving, hoping lightly from one foot to the other to keep up her momentum. She would let her opponent make the first move before she drew a more detailed game plan.

"Ha! That seems to be the rule rather than the exception around here," Mikayla brightly replied, as Yuki mentioned her "awkward" meetings. If it hadn't been for Fallon already being Mikayla's friend before the match - and more, now - their first encounter would have been as awkward as anything Mikayla had ever been through. As it was, it was only awkward looking back now knowing that all the viewers in the arena and at home that night had watched her pass out underneath another girl's ass. At least it was clear that she was the only one involved who knew she had not really been fighting back as much as an unknowing viewer might have been led to believe...

But, however friendly Yuki was and however much Mikayla thought they would be able to get along when they weren't throwing one another around the ring, she had a match to win. Win. She wanted her first one. The two of them obviously knew what they were here for, and it was the same thing. Mikayla wouldn't hold back at all, and she didn't want Yuki to do so, either.

So she stayed low as the bell rang, elbows down to mid-thigh in her stance, having fully understood Red's little speech about using her power and leverage against her opponents. Yuki was already proving herself to be quite the active little woman, staying mobile as Mikayla slowly closed the distance between the two of them as she pondered on how to get things started. She was not all that slow herself, she figured based on her fight with Fallon, but she also didn't want to just close the distance on Yuki aimlessly and end up whiffing. She had done that...what, twice against Fallon? Something like that.

Instead, she went the conservative route, easing her way in closer to Yuki with hands raised and plans to initiate a lock-up.

Yuki saw that Mikayla opted for the safe approach, inching closer with her hands raised for the lockup. Yuki hesitated, seeing that her opponent was trying to initiate the grapple, knowing that she would probably trounce the smaller woman easy. So instead of closing the distance for the lockup, Yuki lashed out with her leg, bringing it up and over so it would crash into her opponent's skull. Even if she blocked the kick, Yuki hoped the force would stagger her for enough time so that she could go on the offensive.

Mikayla did not necessarily expect the smaller Yuki to simply let her get in close and lock her down, and when Yuki did not reciprocate the offer for the lockup, unlike Fallon had in the previous match, Mikayla was not especially surprised. She kept her arms raised as she crept forward, though, at least thinking that if Yuki tried to slip away and escape, she could possibly latch onto her before she could clear the distance of Mikayla's longer arms and legs.

Instead, Mikayla was tasked with defending herself - as soon as she got into range, she saw Yuki's stance shift and leg lift to send a kick towards her upper body. Tongue stuck out in focus, Mikayla did not try to follow the path of the kick, instead raising her forearm to block it and bracing for the hit. The kick connected with her just above the elbow with sharp, biting force - painful, but the sturdy blonde only squinted an eye from the pain of it, drawing her arm back from the impact. Instead of trying to aimlessly retaliate, Mikayla continued inching forward, arms still raised to defend herself if Yuki kept on striking. Stay patient - that was what had cost her against Fallon.

Yuki gritted her teeth, a tad annoyed that her kick was not only blocked, but didn't even budge the taller woman! Instead Mikayla just inched forward, making no rash attacks that she could exploit. What was she going to do if she had no way of getting through her guard?

Deciding to take a risk, she made a feint to her left, hoping to draw out her guard before lashing out with her forearm to bring it slamming with a thud into her opponent's skull. She had to keep up these quick attacks. They may not seem like much now, but keep adding them up over the course of the match, and even giant wrestlers will start to feel the pain slowing them down.

Mikayla moved defensively with Yuki's motions, her violet eyes tracking the pale-haired woman through raised arms. With an arm brought up to ward off Yuki to the left, the strike that came to her right evaded her other arm when she went to block it. She cringed even before the forearm connected, and moreso when it hit, even as she ducked her head to avoid it striking her squarely. The hit shot pain down beyond her ears, and she had the brief pleasure of the lights in the arena turning near-blinding before they settled again. She shook her head, blonde hair swishing from shoulder to shoulder, and squinted her eyes shut to shake it off.

Instincts took over when her eyes opened only a half-second later, and Mikayla responded with an explosive forward step that transcended what was expected of one of her stature, sticking her arm and shoulder out as she moved diagonally across Yuki's body - a sudden, close-quarters clothesline meant to put an end to the other woman's strikes.