Suzuya Haruko vs. Haruna Saitou- No DQ Debut!

Hardcore Submissions Match
No Disqualifications
Submissions only

This was it. The big moment. Suzuya Haruko was finally a wrestler in the AFW, and she had already been booked her first match. By her request, it was even a match type that would show how well she was able to keep her cool, what an awesome chick she was. This wasn't going to end until one girl gave up, and given that Haruko had no intention of doing that, so far as she saw it this was all about seeing how long the other girl could hold out. Even if her opponent was a better wrestler, they were bound to lose their cool way before she would, right? Waiting backstage, she bounced on her heels in excitement, practically squealing in anticipation.

The opening moments of her first match were as exciting as she could have dreamed, too. As her entrance music spilled out through the arena, Haruko came bursting out from the backstage area, dressed in black pants, a black vest, a red tie and a button-down shirt that cut off just above the midriff, showing off her cute belly. With the enthusiasm of the best idols, Haruko perfectly lip-synced with every word of her theme music as she made her way down the ramp, swing her head and arms dramatically to the music. As slow and silly of an entrance as it was, she sure had fun doing it, and as hard as it was to believe that the words of such a memorable classic were coming from this tiny Japanese girl, the unfaltering energy with which she sang along made it almost look convincing. All eyes were on her, while the crowd roared in excitement, and Haruko couldn't help but love every second of it. Finally, as she climbed up to the ropes, hanging off them for a moment so she could wave and blow a few kisses to her audience, she climbed into the ring, once again bouncing on her heels as she eagerly waited to see who she would be facing.

Largely due to never having been injured before, Haruna had no idea she was such a slow healer. After an exceptionally long respite, the purple-haired shinobi received her medical clearance from the concussion, minor spinal injury, and cracked ribs she suffered at that abominable sumo. It was frustrating that someone of her caliber was getting pit against a complete rookie, but at the same time pretty understandable considering she was just out of recovery. The hardcore submission part did make that a bit hypocritical, but that just meant Haruna would be able to take out her frustrations on this Haruko girl was facing to her twisted heart's content.

Dressed in a sleeveless black button-up and denim shorts, Haruna made her grand entrance, accompanied by her contemporary shamisen theme. It was a pretty sharp contrast to the performance before her, as the purple-haired diva gracefully walked her way down to the ring. Sliding up onto the canvas, she marched towards the center of the ring, looking down at Haruko with thinly-veiled contempt.

"I hope you've written your will out before coming to a match like this."

Before she came here, Haruko didn't really know what to expect. In the reception, in the audience, and certainly in regards to her opponent. The purple-haired woman that entered the ring with her stood at least half a foot taller than Haruko, and had death in her eyes to boot. But she wasn't going to let that get to her, or the pre-match taunting, for that matter.

"Hey, that's pretty considerate of you! But nah, I think I'll be fine," she responded cheerily, running a hand through the back of her hair. "I mean, don't get me wrong," she corrected, "you've got a killer look to you. That's pretty legit. But, you know, shit happens, and I usually manage. Good luck, though!" Haruko added with a friendly wave, not entirely sure what to do.

Ugh. A chatterbox.

Maybe she should start by destroying that exposed belly and knocking the wind right out of her. Or maybe just go for the windpipe. No, she needed the girl to at least be able to verbally submit. Or just outright violence might be enough to shut her up. That was her plan to begin with anyway.

"You're the one who's gonna need luck." The bell hadn't quite rung yet, but well... It was a no DQ match. Dashing forward, Haruna closed the gap between them in a mere second, pulling up her leg and fiercely kicking out, aiming right for Haruko's midriff.

As confident as she was, Haruko had to suppress a shiver as she felt (not to mention saw) her opponent keenly looking her over. Or checking her out, that was always a possibility. Now that she noticed it, this purple-haired woman wasn't too-bad looking herself. Not that Haruko was checking her out back, that would be creepy, right? Actually, as she thought of it, she couldn't really keep calling her purple-hair, even just in her head, could she? Maybe it was time to ask for a name.

"Oh, by the- bluuh!" Haruko blurted as a foot landed deep into he open belly, hard enough to lift her off the ground. Luckily, she was still alert enough to not fall back onto her ass, instead stumbling back a few steps as she came back onto her feet, with one arm reaching over where she had been kicked. "That was... one hell of a kick!" she wheezed, panting heavily to catch her breath, "I-I didn't know we were even starting." The bell that immediately followed gave her the impression that they weren't supposed to just yet, but hey, maybe it was an honest mistake.

"That was the point." Haruna stated coldly, somehow becoming even more irritated with her opponent. There seriously had to be a limit as to how dense this girl could be. Well, Haruna could always hammer some sense into that thick skull, just as soon as she was done with the rest of her body.

Advancing forward again, the purple-haired woman lead with an open-palm strike to Haruko's face, before attempting to grab her by the collar and jerk her forward where Haruna could slam her knee into the girl's bare belly.

A few coughs, a bit of panting, and Haruko was good to go. Rubbing her belly a bit, she leaned back up and got ready to bring her hands up in time to-

Wham! Haruna's open palm connected with Haruko's face like out of a kung fu, movie, and it hurt like it did in the movies. Okay, well not quit like in the movies, otherwise she'd be dead. And she wasn't dead. Still, she'd have to try this open-palm Bruce Lee shit for herself when she got home.

Of course, that flurry of thoughts was pretty harshly interrupted as Haruna latched onto Haruko's collar, pulling her in close and delivering another blow to her soft tummy. Unprepared for the vicious strike, a trail of saliva dripped down onto the mat in front of her face as she keeled over. "I-I'm good... I'm f-fine" she choked, placing a hand on her opponent's hip to keep her balance as she struggled for air a bit longer.

Getting less and less backtalk out of Haruko was icing on the sadistic cake for Haruna, who was enjoying her domination thus far. Of course, it was still just warm up. "Are you sure about that?"

Grabbing the smaller girl by the hair this time, the purple-haired shinobi shot two more knee strikes into her gut, then yanked her upright before drawing back her fist and sending a straight punch right into Haruko's face.

As winded as she was already, Haruko was having a bit of trouble standing up straight. Fortunately, Haruna was generous enough to help with that. A sharp pain tugged at Haruko's scalp as she was hoisted upright by her hair, when suddenly another knee found itself deep in her navel, forcing a spittle of saliva out of her body and onto Haruna, followed by yet another blow to her open belly. As much as she tried to resist, Haruko's face contorted into a mask of pain and confusion when she was pulled upright once more, a hard fist slamming into her face and sending her stumbling back into the ropes. With the grace of a drunken sloth, Haruko slipped back, just catching herself with the middle rope as she used her wrist to wipe the droplet of blood coming from her nose as the smile slowly lit back up on her face. "Yeah," she coughed, trying to slowly pull herself up to her feet, "pretty sure. But I mean, don't be-" a harsh cough interrupted her retort, "don't beat yourself up about it, you're doing fine."

And there was the annoying chatter again, with a stupid smirk no less. It seemed Haruna was going to need to be a little more forceful. "I suggest you cut the babbling before I need to go find your off switch." she threatened venomously, very irritated by the girl's carefree manner.

Relentlessly continuing her assault, the purple-haired woman dashed forwards and attempted to put a boot to Haruko's face, attempting to send her between the top and middle ropes and crashing down to the hard arena floor below.