Leather and Lace vs. Kyoko and Amy

Freya's Eyes

AFW. "A promotion to a better promotion," Freya had worded it, when she had pitched the idea to her partner. The Swede could not deny that she was nervous to be on the cusp of her first venture into the famed AFW arena to perform in front of their notably raucous crowd, though she, as she did her well-practiced routine of stretches in the hallway behind the stage where she was soon to appear, emitted the same aura of calm and confidence that she always did before a match.

Her partner did not appear any more anxious than she did, but for entirely different reasons. Amber was participating in a much less practiced routine, alternating on occasion between kicking the wall with the toes of her boots, fidgeting with her hair whenever she believed that Freya was not watching (she was watching, every time), and propping up against the wall or on a table, as indifferently as possible. If Freya knew Amber - and she did, well - the other blonde was not nervous about the crowd, only nervous to actually get in front of that crowd, bringing the pointless waiting to an end as quickly as possible. They had long talked about this first match together and what it meant to be here. Now they both simply wished to see it begin. Amber would be upset she had not bent another wrestler's leg into a horribly painful angle in weeks. Freya was not so...base with her expectations, but behind her serenity, she did feel an eagerness. She wanted more gold around their waists, here.

Their music poured over the arena, sparing Amber from her impatience. Freya paused to run hands down her leotard and ensure it was straightened before she followed her partner, who was already strutting her way out to the stage. Freya, taking in a light breath to prepare herself, followed, the two of them stepping into a spray of black and gold pyro that heralded them. As usual, Amber disappeared to the left, to prop a hand on her knee and blow a kiss to the crowd. Freya took to the right and provided her faint, warm smile to the crowd sitting there, posing as someone as practiced in dance as she would with a hand on her hip and one arm towards the ceiling before taking a bow - "being a damned goddess" as Amber put it.

They met again on the ramp and fell into step beside one another, gliding their way - Freya graceful, Amber sensual and aggressive, both with a hand on the opposite hip to one another - towards the ring. Freya simply listened, pleased, to the crowd. The crowds at their previous promotions had been...noisy, yes, but much smaller. Here, a mild din was ear-shattering. It was...a tad rattling to a woman that preferred quiet in her free time, but she was not going to complain, certainly. The biggest stage made for the finest challenges, and finest recognition.

At the ring, Amber hopped up first, stopping to pose and show off those long legs of hers before Freya joined her by way of the steps. They both stepped in, and Freya caught Amber staring into her face. "Hell of a place they got here," she said, and Freya nodded in silent agreement.

Hell of a place indeed.

There was no love lost between the two, but after their 'debut' match, there was an understanding of something better. They both had the same idea that maybe, just maybe, they came make this nightmare work. Though once again they were being paired off against some new blood in the division.

Kyoko came out first, being a tag team didn't mean they had to come out together no matter what anyone said. Making her appreance at the entrance Kyoko eyed her foes as she did her cocky strut down to the ring, her hands on her hips and showing off her toned  abs. Stopping just at the ring she awaited her partner.

Soon enough Lion began playing and Amy came out in her gear crawling out of the entrance before letting out a primal roar before crawling down to the ring. She also got a look at her opponents and smiled in anticipation of the fighter as she stopped and stood up near Kyoko, she began to remove her fake claws and wig.

"Don't be intimidated by Kyoko, I may actually need you for this one." Amy said and Kyoko scoffed at her words. "I'll be fine, I'm more concerned how you'll do with someone who can fight back." Kyoko countered as she ended the ring Amy close behind her as they stared down the two girls in front of them.

Amber had assumed her usual place on the top of the turnbuckle, legs crossed, as the stadium sounds switched to those suited for their opponents. Freya joined her, slipping herself between the ropes for a makeshift seat beside her partner to sit and watch them come out. Well, no, not them - her. A single woman emerged on her own, making her own approach to the ring, before a second woman decked out in rather feline accessories followed her. Kyoko, Amy, Freya presumed. She had, as always, done her homework on the pair of them in the form of old matches, but she had not been able to get her hands on a match that the two of them had fought as a team. Perhaps there was a reason for that, with the..notable lack of unification that they seemed to possess.

Her partner also noticed this. "Don't look like much of a team, huh?", Amber asked. Freya shook her head. "Do not look to have been one for long," she replied, in her light accent and rougher English. "I found many videos of them fighting alone, but nothing together. They are new, or they are together without wanting to be." "Could be good or bad," Amber observed, acute as always despite her brash behavior. A team would always be stronger together, but "together" was not always a possibility during the course of a match. And who knew what AFW would bring. "Let's whip 'em anyway." And there was the brash behavior. Freya nonetheless nodded.

The ref slid in from ringside, and the partners parted, Freya stepping into the center of the ring as her partner stayed behind. They always began their matches with Freya leading, as it was her patience that could hopefully establish a foothold in the match, allowing Amber to enter to change the pace with her pent-up aggression if Freya tired or faltered. They would not be abandoning working tactics here in AFW, if Freya had her way. She smiled slightly, knowing that she had, and worked to adjust her boots slightly before the ref rang the bell.

The two seemed to be on the same page, perhaps they may have been new to AFW but not to wrestling in general unlike their first opponents as a team. "They could be a problem, best to try and finish this one fast if we can." Kyoko adviced, they played around with the shooting star sisters and nearly payed for it, Kyoko felt if they made the same mistake with this duo they wouldn't be able to recover.

Amy merely huffed. "Whatever, just let me start, you got to do so last time so it's only fair." Kyoko looked at Amy as she moved back. "So we're taking turns now?" She said but left the ring nonetheless, better to observe and strategize before she made her move. The bell rang and Amy moved forward to her opponent, thinking about her first move. "Heh, I'll gladly introduce to how things are done around her. Just don't expect me to play nice."

Freya calmly fell into her stance as the bell rang, staring across at the first of her opponents who stepped forward to usher in the beginning of the match with her - the one with the odd attire from earlier, Amy, a woman somewhat taller and, in general, larger than the Swede. Of course, a larger woman was nothing that the experienced, if still young, businessman's daughter had not seen before, and the words that Amy directed at her were not ones that she had never heard, either. Freya sighed quietly. "I didn't know we were playing," she spoke, calm and diplomatic as ever. "Only fighting."

With that comment made, she started to move laterally, looking for an angle that would provide her a chance to freely tackle the other blonde around the legs and bring her to the mat. Amber told her, correctly, that she was often too conservative in their matches. Perhaps today she would experiment with her partners' more...aggressive nature. For now, she only waited for an opening.

Amy moved around her opponent unsure which one was Freya and which one was Amber, though she guessed Freya was the one in the ring at the moment. Still it mattered very little who she fought she had every intention of winning. "Hhmf! It's all the same to me whether we play or we fight I'm still giving it my all and roughing up anyone in my way to victory."

Deciding to take the initiative and get first blood in the match Amy closed in on the girl and fainted like she was going to shoot for the legs before quickly standing up and driving in for an upper cut into Freya's belly.

Choosing to ignore the rather cliche line that her opponent presented to her, Freya attended to her own devices, carefully watching what this Amy chose to do to begin the match and looking for her quick takedown opportunity. It would seem that Amy was looking for the same result from their initial clash, as the Swede saw the other blonde move for her legs. Freya took a step back in caution, and as a result, Amy's weave and swing at her stomach whiffed, much to her pleasure.

As a response, the Swede wasted no time in darting forward, lifting her leg to drive her thigh into Amy's face and strike on the counter.

I'm As she closed in Freya was able to get out of the way and dodge her punch punch before closing in and driving a well aimed knee into her face as she tried to come up again. Amy acted mostly on instinct and despit the pain was able to grab her leg and keep her from backing away.

From there Amy pulled on the leg to try and adjust her position before firing off another punch meant to strike Freya's belly so she could use her leg to drag Freay down to the mat and try to get on top of the blonde.