Getting Off on the Wrong Foot

Moe was fairly new to AFW. She knew that she had many people to meet and many experiences to have within this wrestling league before she could become a seasoned veteran and compete with the best of them. So far Miss Fukouka hadn't had the pleasure of running into anyone intentionally. And it seemed that this trend would continue.

"Gee, this place is a lot bigger than I was anticipating. Let's see...I've been here...and here..."

She paced around backstage, looking at the various rooms and amenities left available for most anyone on the AFW roster. In her hands she carried a copy of the floor plans for the backstage area. It wasn't like there was an actual map available. This area was secluded from your average Jill or Joe. But it did help the petite lady familiarize herself with the place.

"Ohh...!? Soft...very soft~" Moe had just rounded a corner. And just as one would imagine, she bumped into someone whilst looking at a pdf file of those floor plans on her phone. Whomever it was that she ran into had a rather soft and curvy frame. Moe got lost in the sensation of being up against them and hugged them for a moment as she made her remarks.

Peggy came in a different entrance than usual, and was lost trying to get to the locker room. Clad in a pair of jeans and a green sweater the young Irish woman was lost trying to figure out the best way to the locker room when...

"Omph! What the hell was that!?" Peggy shouted as she walked into someone who was talking to herself. This lady looked young, and looked like a wrestler much like Peggy. She also said something of an utterance that Peggy caught. "Who're ya callin' soft ya little teeny tiny twig? If ya don't watch where yer goin' I'll snap ya!" A frustrated Peggy shouted loudly, echoing through the halls.

This was far from the start she had hoped for. She wanted to wrestle in the ring..... not have clueless women walk into her!

Moe backed up a bit as she was yelled at. She realized that she might have been aloof and could have been paying more attention to where she was going, but at the same time, she felt like those threats were uncalled for. The petite wrestler was just getting to know her way around. Instead it looks like she stumbled into a bit of a confrontation. She looked up to see a red-headed woman of average height with a very curvaceous build. The look of surprise on Moe's face would soon turn to one of frustration when she decided to address this woman's comments.

"Hey, you can't just go around saying you'll snap people! Besides, I'm not even all that small! You're just BIG! And not in a nice way, either!"

She extended the same courtesy to Peggy that she was given, by chastising the red-head without even bothering to introduce herself or resolve the situation in a civil way.

Peggy rolled her eyes as Moe spoke. "Oh here we go, chubby Peggy n' her imperfect build...." Peggy said as she crossed her arms, standing her ground. This spunky little lady did look solid, and after the Gemma debacle Peggy knew not to grade anything on appearance alone.

"Who exactly are ya anyway? I am Peggy McIntyre, and unlike you I've had a few matches. I know my way around a ring n' if you get lost in there as quickly as ya get lost around here I'd tear ya apart lass." Peggy said, bypassing the fact that at this huge arena she herself got lost simply by entering a door unfamiliar to her.

Moe was new enough to AFW that she hadn't realized that Peggy was almost as lost as she was. She focused on the woman that was right in front of her. Perhaps if they had met under slightly different circumstances, they could have hit it off and avoid coming to blows. But Peggy's boastful challenge wasn't something that Moe would chose to back down from. She looked up Peggy and answered the woman with a look of determination on face.

"My name is Moe Fukuoka! And if you're ready to put your money where your mouth is, you'll put aside your stupid insecurities about your body and fight me in the ring....!!

At this point, Moe wanted to throw down with Peggy. She wanted to show the Irish lass that she wouldn't take that kind of trash talk sitting down. But Moe's expression would return her normal and cute one when it occurred to her to ask: "Ummm....would you happen to know how to get to the ring from here, Peggy?"

"The ring is back the way you were comin' from ya daft fool. I am gonna head to the locker room and if we can get on the card I will change and slam ya silly. Enjoy your last few pain free moments tonight girlie." Peggy said as she brushed by Moe, her shoulder purposefully hitting her and knocking the smaller woman to the side as Peggy began to make her way to the locker room.

She hoped against hope that there was an opening match. She would put on one hell of a show for these fans if she could get her hands on that pesky Moe...

"Ugh!" Moe would react as she was shoved aside by Peggy. She'd take a second to find her footing and observe as the woman took off. She balled her fist and frowned before calling out to the girl.

"Ggggrrrr!!! I'm glad your trash talk isn't as soft as you are!" Moe was hoping she'd get a match with Peggy. It wasn't apparent whether or not it stemmed for insecurity or dismissal, but that woman took her more lightly than anyone else ever had. And that kind of insult wouldn't go unchallenged by Moe. The green-clad wrestler didn't need to visit the lockers, thankfully. She was already decked out in her gear because she was told she would be competing. All that was left was to see if that Irish jerk was going to be her opponent. She'd have little difficulty going back the way she came. Moe would hangout backstage near the entrance to the arena and stretch whilst waiting for her match to be called