Chelsea Loski vs Marikio Ishii

Standard match

Chelsea came out to her usual music and theatrics just a different stage. She did her typical dance to show off and her flips and came down to the ring high-fiving fans like nothing was different. Really nothing was different it was still AFW after all whether it be friction or tension, just a few new faces that's all. Just like Akiha said.

The idea was to get her name out there more by letting all the fans of AFW get a,ok at her not just the friction ones and it seems to be working as some took a instant shine to her, now it was just a matter of dealing with this Mariko girl and showing them all what she was capable off.

Spoiler:

Seconds after Chelsea’s music faded out, a new song began to play over the speakers of the Tension arena, and Mariko stepped out onto the stage. It had been a while since she’d taken on anyone from Friction, but tonight one had made the trip over from Tokyo to step into the ring with her.

Mariko casually rested a hand on her hip and grinned slightly while the crowd cheered her arrival, but no blatant attention was given to them as she sauntered down the ramp toward the ring. As Mariko walked up the steel steps and entered the ring, her green eyes found Chelsea at the other side of the ring. She’d never seen the girl before, but she seemed to have a fairly athletic build. Extremely cute, too.

“Hmm, don’t you look nice. I can already tell I’m going to have quite a bit of fun playing with you~” she said with a playful wink while moving into her own corner and waiting for the bell to ring.

Chelsea watched as her opponent came out and down to the ring who was staring her down as well the entire time, she looked to be a decently built competitor, much lied she had been told so Chelsea expected there to be a decent challenge in her opponent.

"I always look nice, though you certainly aren't to bad yourself. Though it's only fair to warn you I play to win so be prepared." Chelsea said with a cocky smile as she began to move closer to her opponent as the bell rang.

“Confident, are we? We’ll see how long that lasts.” Mariko replied. She liked faith her foe seemed to have in herself, though it remained to be seen if she had the skills to back it up. Mariko knew next to nothing about her, so it was going to be interesting to find what she’d learn about her as things progressed.

When the bell rang, Mariko slowly began to circle Chelsea, not immediately moving to meet her in the middle of the ring. Her hands were down and her posture casual, though her eyes remained fixed on the girl, just in case quick reaction was needed. After staring her down a few more seconds, Mariko would then put her hands up and finally move in, attempting to lock up with her foe.

"Indeed we will, don't worry though I can back it up." Chelsea said as she began moving in towards Mariko, she had a history and Chelsea had figured that the best way to get the advantage was to go for more of a brawling feel and wear her down like that to neutralize her more wrestling based tactics.

She figured Mariko would be anticipating a attack while she was acting casual which kept Chelsea from attacking until she put her hands to lock. Chelsea raised her hands up as well moving in but at the last second dropped her hands and lowered herself as she sent a palm into her chest and followed it with an uppercut into her belly.

Mariko was certainly not much of a brawler, and she’d gone into her lockup attempt expecting Chelsea to do the same. But her opponent wisely took advantage of both of these facts to aid her in scoring the first blows of this match.

A palm stunned Mariko by smacking into her sternum, and the uppercut that followed landed squarely right in her stomach! “Ugh!!” the Japanese beauty grunted out as the hits sent her stumbling back a few steps.

Chelsea smiled as her tactic payed off and she caught Mariko completely unaware, though she was proud of her wrestling prowess she was equally proud of her abilities to get down and dirty in a fistfight and whichever one won her fight would work out.

As Mariko stumbled backwards Chelsea followed intent to keep her close and keep working her over. Closing in again the red head would grab Mariko's shoulder and pull her towards her to sink her knee into Mariko's sexy belly with two good knees before pushing her towards the corner to work her over more.

In many of Mariko’s matches, she’d been able to out grapple and toy with her foes in the early goings to get in their head. But that wasn’t happening tonight. Right off the bat Mariko had eaten two big strikes to her torso, and it seemed Chelsea was intent on making a pattern out of that.

“Ugh! ..Ugh!!” Mariko gasped out as not one, but two big knee strikes drove themselves right into her stomach. Four strikes now, and Chelsea had effectively blasted the wind right out of Mariko’s sails. She grunted as her foe shoved her back against the corner turnbuckles, and took a few heaving gasps in an attempt to catch her breath. She was certainly not off to a good start, and could very well be in serious trouble if she didn’t dig herself out of this hole before it got much deeper.

She had dealt with grapplers before. The best way to deal with them was to pick them apart early on and throw them completely off there game, though it was still up in the air whether or not Mariko would crumble under the same tactic for now it seemed to be working.

"Like I said I play to win." Chelsea said confidently. Backing up to gain a bit more space Chelsea would then charge towards Mariko as she stayed in the corner before jumping up in the air hoping to really take her down with a dropkick.

Mariko had to admit, though the match was not even a minute old, thus far Chelsea had backed up her confident words. However, she very well might’ve made a big mistake backing away from the cornered woman for her next move. Yes, she’d get lots of momentum behind her, but she also gave Mariko a precious few seconds to breathe and compose herself.

When Chelsea did come charging, she was fast as a bullet, but Mariko was ready for it. She grabbed onto the top rope directly to her right and pulled herself out of the corner at the last second. Chelsea’s boots were left with nothing but a turnbuckle to hit, which could possibly also lead to an awkward landing for the pretty redhead.