Seraphim vs. Minerva: Handcuff match.

Match type: Ring, handcuffs.
Victory condition: Handcuffs only. Victor is given the keys once the match is over and may do as they please.
Another match... it was about time she thought, it had been a long time around the gym and upon the streets that Seraphim found herself training, so to finally be able to truly be in the ring among a crowd again, it felt reknewing. Sure, she ended up making a few friends, and even some unexpected alliances, but today, that all was something that would take a backseat, as the white-haired wrestler was making her last preperations backstage.

The wrestler's name was Seraphim Harmonia, a rising star in the AFW, possessing a winning streak so far and not planning to end it any time soon, having further plans in this league and a strong reputation to back up her pride here in the league. She was known as the Crimson-Eye, a brutal heel who didn't think twice about crushing her opponents in the ring, but anyone who knew her long enough outside of the ring would find the girl to have a heart all the same. None of that mattered though as the entrance music was about to begin, and she would make her march to the ring.

Seraphim was garbed in her usual attire for this fight. She wore a gray, sleeveless vest that was short and showed her curves just above her waist. There was a pair of black, leather pants with a few straps around them to keep them on in case anyone tried anything sneaky, fastened with black boots at the end which they were tucked into. And finally she had on two leather wristbands, an a large, black eyepatch also made of a thin leather over her left eye,hiding a gruesome scar she had along with countless others in the past. The woman was beautiful despite having only one eye. Flawless, slightly pale skin that reflected under the lights, long flowing, feather white hair, and a sparkling red eye that was like a crimson ruby, overall, she was certainly someone who had an appearance some wrestlers would kill for.

The music blaired as the heavy riffs of a guitar and violent swears were going through the speakers as several lights flashed through the stage. All of them were covered with metal bars, creating a jailhouse effect with the lights, followed by plumes of gray smoke exploding with a flash. Seraphim was calm as she approached the ring, not even paying attention to a single fan she had from her rising fandom, instead making a very calm march to the ring, both hands in her pockets.

The ring today was a little different than any other time, today, fastened by the corners of each turbuckle were a pair of handcuffs, just begging to be placed around the wrists of their next victem. Seraphim herself hated the things, haveing worn them a few times in her past, but today she promised herself as she slid into the ring that whomever her opponent was, they would be wearing it, not her.

Another match... why oh why was she still here, still walking down the ramp? Why was she even in the building? She didn't want to be here and was terrible at doing what everyone else was here to perfect. Her cheerful music did nothing to lift her spirits. Nor did the cheer of the crowd, who mostly wanted to see the school girl outfit clad mouse destroyed and humiliated. Thankfully she had no clue why they cheered. She scrambled unartfully into the ring and finally looked at her opponent. She reeled in horror at Seraphim's countenance. She backed meekly into her corner and noticed something hit her. It was the handcuff on her rope. She quickly looked around the ring and saw the others. Instantly she hugged her knees. "Waaah! I don't want to be here!" She sobbed.

Like always, Seraphim kept herself patient right before a match started, focused completely on breathing and letting her blood flow freely through her viens as she felt concentration come over her, readying herself for whoever they threw at her this match, expecting to be really placed against a powerful opponent after the AFW saw how capable Seraphim was. Her previous opponents were anything but weak of course, and from the bandages around her upper right arm and the slight bulge on her left thigh under her pants indicating another there showed that indeed she had seen her share of fights, but there was no pain right now in the girl's mind, just the match; nothing more.

Then, she saw who her opponant was; a cute looking, orange haired girl garbed in a school attire, like she had been thrown here without any reason why. Was this a joke...? The girl clearly was afraid for her life, and even Seraphim couldn't help but sweatdrop a little at what she saw, the anticipation she had slowly fading a little as she eased up, slowly walking over to the girl before the match started.

In her younger years, Seraphim was a short girl, even gaining nicknames like 'shortcake' in her past, but even though now she stood at an average height, the eyepatch and her shades of black upon her clothing, as well as the bandages upon her to show how much she fought didn't help calm her intimidating aura. However, when she approached Minerva, rather than going for a cheap shot, Seraphim suddenly offered a hand, even posing a friendly grin on her face to help ease the girl's tention. "Hey.. relax a little. I'll go easy on you." With an open hand outstretched to the girl, offering to help her back to her feet, there was something very calming about Seraphim's offer, like behind the tough exterior, she was really someone who could sympathize and feel for Minerva and the situation she was in.

Minerva was too busy cowering to notice Seraphim approach. When she saw the shadow over head, she turned and looked up to see Seraphim looming over her. "Eek!" She yelped. "The match hasn't started yet!" She sobbed. She then sniffled when she heard Seraphim speak and turned around and looked up to see the outstretched hand. She shrank again at first but she then turned and slowly reached out a timid hand and stood up. "Er... um... thank you." She said softly, not able to look Seraphim in the eye yet. "Why are there handcuffs?" She questioned finally.

Poor thing... truly she didn't really belong here, maybe she lost a bet or just had no other way of getting work? Who knows why she was here, but it was clear she really wasn't used to fighting.

It was too bad really, Seraphim would still break her all the same...

When Seraphim helped the timid girl to her feet, she maintained that calm and composed little grin, putting on a very gentle aura at the moment, despite her somewhat rugged yet beautiful appearance. The woman was a rose and thorns, but she didn't see any point in showing the darkness of this rose just yet, trying to ease the girl into this match. Though, something did seem just a little off about Seraphim's behavior, anyone who really took the time to observe might see the falseness to her smile, but Minerva was perhaps too afraid to take care in noticing. Seraphim didn't let go of Minerva yet either, her grip on the girl's hand still gentle, almost like she was shaking hands with her, surely nothing wrong with that, right?

"It's alright, just don't worry about it. I think it's a handcuff match, so if you're lucky you won't even get hurt too much, I'll be careful." Seraphim's words were honest and peaceful, like she was truly attempting to calm the girl down and help her gain a bit of confidence in herself right now. Still holding her hand gently, Seraphim looked back at the girl, her grin never fading as the match didn't start yet, and she really attempted to put the girl at peace, even promising to make this quick and as painless as possible, telling her she'd be careful. Overall, for someone who was a Heel, Seraphim really seemed like a kind person, someone who meant every word she said and was just trying to help Minerva feel more comfortable about this match.

Minerva was shaking even as Seraphim tried to calm her down. She looked up at the bigger girl and cringed when she said exactly what the handcuffs were for. She heaved a deep sigh and let go of Seraphim's hand. "I don't just want to get beat up!" She said in a pleading tone. "I don't want to be here at all." She sniffled. "But I have to try to win..." The last words seemed like they were forced out despite her best efforts to keep them in. There was some truth to that and if Seraphim looked carefully she could see Minerva's pupils dialate as she said the words and then suddenly return to their wide eyed doeish look. She had one more question as she looked up at Seraphim. "T-The eye patch is just for show right?"

There was nothing but silence from Seraphim as she watched over the girl, not making a sound as she listened to what Minerva had to say, finding it all to be absolutely pathetic that a girl like her was in the ring. It was kinda sad too that Seraphim's words didn't comfort her at all, proving just how low a self esteem the schoolgirl had, but all the same, Seraphim didn't let that bother her Instead, she just looked at Minerva with a calm attitude, finding her patience worn thin at this point as she decided to change things around now.

"No." Was the only word that came from Seraphim's lips, and her once gentle aura dropped in a heartbeat as her crimson eye lit up, and she decided to take Minerva completely by surprise since her guard was down. Without any warning, Seraphim stepped in and rose her left knee strait and high, aiming squarly for Minerva's gut before the bell would even ring, almost literally going off the second after she let her strike loose, as if Seraphim had this all planned.

She needed to give this girl a reality check, and as painful as it may be, Minerva was going to realize what this league was all about. And so, with reckless abandon and dropping the once cheerful facade, Seraphim showed her true colors as she went in for a powerful kneestrike to the lower stomach of her victim.

Minerva didn't really have a guard to speak of even if she had been ready for the attack. She was to busy cowering at the thought that the woman she was supposed to fight somehow was missing around. As the knee drove into Minerva's stomach she felt like her eyes were going to fly out of their sockets. She let out an almost silent gasp as she clutched her stomach and crumpled to her knees.

As Seraphim's strike hit it's mark, she took a quick, dash step backwards, just to see if the girl had anything to do back as a counter. She knew it was her paranoia again, but there were times when people put on a weak or kind outlook, when in disguise they were really something else entirely. However, for Minerva, after Seraphim watched the girl collapse to her knees, the one eyed wrestler realized she actually was as much of a coward and inexperianced as she gave off.

Too bad really, it was dissapointing to Seraphim that she wouldn't have a good fight to be up against, and that this girl would be subjected to Seraphim's abuse. Though maybe she could teach the girl a thing or two, test her limits a little and show this girl the ropes.

Hmm.. show her the ropes? Maybe she should do that literally~

"On your feet." Seraphim said quickly, roughly reaching down to grab the girl's shoulder, yanking her up with a forceful tug so she would stand, even after the lack of air she had. Then, Seraphim would perform an irish whip and send Minerva over to the closest ropes, which wasn't more than a quarter of the ring since they were already close to the corner.

"Waaah!" Minerva cried in between a gasp as she was hauled to her feet. Before she could muster up a whimper of protest she was sent flying towards the ropes screaming and flailing the whole way. Unlike most wrestlers, who knew to turn around, Minerva simply ran into them and was flung backwards onto her back with her legs flying into the air making her skirt fall around her waist, exposing a very dainty pair of pink panties with cute bears on them. The crowd laughed at her bumble and then many cheered and hooted. Now half upsidedown She looked up at Seraphim and blushed. She tried her best to smile and a meek little "ow..." Came out of her mouth.