Aster Gabriella vs. Kaede Komatsuzaki - The Pecking Order

Match Type: Hardcore
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or KO.


Fucking finally.

Kaede had been in the AFW for a month...officially. That was what the paperwork said, at least. In practice, she hadn’t had a single bout here since joining up. She couldn’t call  herself a real wrestler yet, because, you know...wrestlers? They wrestled. They had actually matches. Unlike her, who spent most of her days waiting in the backstage area, hoping against hope that she might get squeezed into the rotation.

Well, it had taken some major league bitching, but finally, that was her music playing over the loudspeakers, that was her name popping up on the titantron. Her ring. Her crowd. Her world. Her match.

She was so fucking ready.

Kaede came bursting out of the gorilla position, clad in her trademark outfit - the blue pants, the hat, the jacket, the getta. A kendo stick was in her hand and a wide smile was on her face, as she surveyed the crowd from on top of the ramp.

They looked...bored, really. Paying more attention to their cellphones or whatever overpriced food they were gnoshing on. Couldn't have given less of a shit. That was the problem with these ‘double debuts’. Putting two wrestlers that the crowd didn’t know together wasn’t exactly going to get them fired up.

Not a problem, though. When they saw how much ass she was capable of kicking in a short amount of time, they’d come around.

Kaede made her way down the ramp with a casual march, proudly stepping to the music, and rolled her way into the ring. She made her way to the farthest corner and started taking off all the unnecessary accoutrements - the jacket was dragged over the turnbuckle, the hat was laid on top of the post, the getta were kicked off and fell to the floor. All she had left were the pants, her sarashi, and the kendo stick, which she’d be needing soon, given the nature of this fight.

As her music started to fade, Kaede turned around and leaned back on the turnbuckle. She stared up at the ramp, with a fiendish grin curling her lips. She couldn’t wait to meet the bitch whose day she’d be ruining.

And now it was time for Kaede to find out who her playmate for the day was.

She wasn’t sure what she was expecting - you never really knew what you got with these debut matches. Maybe some rising, bulking bruiser from another promotion, looking to make it big in the AFW. Maybe some no-name girl with zero talent and a dull edge. Maybe a kawaii, if you were really unlucky.

Kaede liked to keep her hopes high. What she got, though, was....interesting.

She really didn’t know what to make of Aster, canting her head to the side the blue-haired wrestler made her way down to the ring. She looked fit. Strong. Kept in good shape, obviously, but none of that would matter if she couldn’t put it to good use. The way she was staring at Kaede, it looked like she meant business. How much business? They’d find out.

She was all set to go, ready to get the ball rolling. Then the bitch had to open up her damn mouth.

”’Useless looking’...” She sneered Aster’s way, then blew it off with a snort and a chuckle. ”Yeah, says the bitch who looks  like she got dressed up for a swimming comp. We’ll see how fucking useless I am when my goddamn foot's stomping your face in.”

With that lovely little start done, the bell rang and the match began. Kaede’d never been one for a slow start, and she was even less so today - she wanted violence and she wanted it now. The bell hadn’t even finished echoing before she took off like a shot, charging across the ring, raising her kendo stick high, and swinging it down towards Aster’s - admittedly, quite pretty - face.

As the two fighters charged across the ring, certain similarities between them became apparent. The bright, oddly colored hair on their heads. They were unabashed loudmouths, with both of them screeching at each other from across the ring. The way they both seemed rather intent on doing heavy damage upon the other wrestler from the first moment of the fight.

In fact, the way the charged at each other was nearly simultaneous, so exact that it could’ve been a practiced routine. The major difference between them, though - the most important thing - was that Kaede had a kendo stick and Aster didn’t. Kind of a dealbreaker, as the buxom bluenette quickly discovered.

Kaede had a hearty laugh as the blow struck her right in the face, immediately putting Aster on the defensive. Smelling blood in the water, Kaede smirked and started to close in on her future victim, barefeet sliding along the canvas.

”What’s wrong, thunder thighs?” She licked her lips and smiled, her toothy grin glowing bright in the arena lights. ”Biting off more than you wanna chew?”

Without a single warning, Kaede hopped forward and swung the kendo stick low, aiming for the rather impressive abdominals of her fulsome foe.

Oh, this was priceless.

There Kaede was, going hammer and tongs with Aster right from the start, clearly dominating the match with her superior mastery of the kendo stick. She was on top, running this thing like she would surely run other matches in the future, showing everyone why she was destined to be the new top bitch in Friction.

All of that, and here Aster was, still trying to throw little threats her way. It was funny. So Kaede laughed. Well, she laughed harder.

”You’re gonna what? Get your ass kicked?” Kaede twirled the kendo stick about like a baton as she danced backed, gingerly hopping on her toes. ”Damn straight you are!”

Feeling a good third strike coming on, Kaede took her time with this next one, making a little show of winding up with the kendo stick. She stepped back, held it like a baseball bat at the ready, then jumped forward and swung it towards Aster’s exposed face, her pink hair wildly flying about as she closed the distance. ”Going for a homerun!”

If Kaede’s smile went any wider, she might’ve strained a muscle or something.

She’d never felt more alive than when she was swinging this kendo stick through the air, ready to cave Aster’s face in with the hellish strike. She’d been in plenty of fights, but never with such a widespread audience to watch her dominance before. This was what she craved without ever knowing it. Mass appeal. The bigtime.

She was so ready for her time in the sun, then she had to go and miss her damn swing.

”Fucking…” Kaede spat out quick, as Aster somehow managed to dodge her strike. Had to be a fluke. The blue bitch was looking firmly out of it, completely open, there was no way she had the speed to dodge that. Didn’t matter, though, Kaede would just bring the kendo stick back around, and-

She was just starting to turn about for another try, when she heard a loud, warrior’s cry come from her foe. Before she could even register that, there was a flash of movement in front of her face, and everything instantly went white, as a surge of pain rushed through her brain. Kaede’s lanky body flew up, utterly rocked by the crushing blow, and she fell down a second later.

Flat on her back. Wide-eyed and mouth-gaped. Utterly stunned, as she tried to figure out what the hell just hit her.