Isafold Hjalmarsdottir vs. Kaede Komatsuzaki - Cold As Ice

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


”Listen up, fuckers!”

Kaede Komatsuzaki - wrestler, warrior, gifted grappler and one of the AFW’s finest talents - stood in the ring with a microphone in hand, dressed up in her ring, ready to go any minute. Fans booed her, wanting to see  the match that she was actually out here for, but she kept her cool. They’d get to see her in action soon. She wouldn’t deny them. She just had some business to get out of the way, first.

”Don’t worry, people, this won’t take too long. I just want to get something off my chest.” Kaede gave said chest a solid thump. ”See, there’s a conspiracy going on around here, with management working against me, and I’m bringing it to light. You think it’s just a coincidence they keep throwing me in matches with unfair stips and women who cheat and ruin everything? Nope!”

Kaede declared, loud and proud, as she shot her finger high in the air. ”They’re trying to keep me down, people. Trying to keep me low on the card, putting me in positions where I can’t fight my way up, can’t get to the big leagues. But know what?”

Kaede waited for the audience to reply back with a customary ‘What!”, but it never happened and she just moved on.

”They can’t stop me! Nobody can! So!” She pointed at the back. ”Sorry, Lisa, but-”

”Isa.” The referee, who’d been patiently standing a foot away while Kaede ranted, threw a quick whisper her. ”Her name is Isa.”

”Really?” Kaede turned her way with a raised eyebrow. ”But that’s, like, three letters, it’s barely even a word. Short for something?” The referee just shrugged, and Kaede went on. ”Right, well, Isa, sorry you’ve got to be the example tonight, but that’s just the way the ball bounces and the cookie crumbles. Come on out, it’s time to get your spanking!”

With those bold words, Kaede tossed the microphone aside and began to pace about the ring, feeling like a tiger on  her chain, just waiting to get released so she could hunt.

"Well, that's some rant there..."

Isa had been preparing herself backstage, and expecting her turn to enter the arena come any second. But it seemed to last longer than usual, soon the reason becoming apparent as her opponent was having some words to say.

It definitely seemed her opponent was having a lot on her chest, especially claims about the management. Things she wanted to bring out and things that were making her angry. Things she considered to be unfair, and things she wanted to get her revenge on.

And none of them had anything to do with Isa.

"Ugh, why have they put me against this kind of bitch?" Isa wasn't really happy about it. Her opponent seemed to be very confident, and the threat of spanking her gave Isa a slight blush. But then again, she knew her opponents in AFW were usually not going to be as familiar and friendly as they had been in Reykjavik, and that was something she had to live with. What she was really curious about now was her opponent's appearance, and there was only one way to find out about that.

Finally Isa could hear her "Of Monsters And Men" -entrance theme blast through the arena, and it was her time to go. Her entrance was greeted much more pleasantly than Kaede's lengthy rant as she proceeded down the ramp greeting the crowds. Jumping in the ring, Isa spotted the microphone and obligedly picked it up before continuing with her usual entrance routine. The blonde quickly jumped sitting on the top rope, crossing her legs and greeting the audience with her hands. She then proceeded to repeat those actions on the other side of the ring, before gracefully making her way to her corner. There she jumped sitting on the turnbuckle, cool as ice, with the mic in her hand.

Evaluating Kaede's appearance from head to toes, she seemed like an angry teenager looking for trouble. Also, more like a fighter than a wrestler, but who was Isa to judge.

The blonde wasn't used to exchanging a lot of words before matches, but she was quick-witted, and there had been some time for her to digest Kaede's rant. And if Kaede wanted to be cocky, she could be in turn as well.

Well, much more subtly, of course.

"Well hey there..." she started in her oh-so kind tone. "So, I'm hearing that you've been having some hard time here. That's not very nice to hear..." Stopping for a second, she then continued "But don't worry, I'm sure that when you grow up, it'll get easier for you!"

The crowds seemed to love her comment, while Isa kept on a cute and friendly smile.

"However, Katy - " Isa continued, purposefully pronouncing the name in a decidedly British accent, "apparently you're short of...something, so I'll be glad to be an example for you! I love helping others, and it's always nice to be in the ring with someone who's there to watch and learn!"

After those words Isa threw the mic away before jumping down, settling in her corner and warming up for the match. It was quite a big question mark for her how this Kaede would be fighting, but she definitely wanted to teach the rude girl a lesson.

Kaede took off her coat and draped it on the ropes, then started pacing about the ring, waiting for her opponent to arrive. Her opening might not have seemed like much, but it was a careful, smart tactic - she was going to get into her opponent’s head and win the battle before a single punch was thrown. Classic strategy.

Only, when her opponent came out - to hippy music that sounded like it should’ve been sung around a campfire - she didn’t seem all that daunted or cowed. She looked confident enough. Happy. Warm, even, despite the ice theme she seemed to be rocking. The crowd liked her well enough, and Kaede could make a few guesses on why, with her pretty smile and svelte figure and her birthing hips. If it was just that, she wouldn’t have cared too much - they probably wouldn’t think she was so pretty once she had a busted lip.

But then the bitch took the mic and started talking. That was when things got a bit heated.

If it was only a few words, Kaede might’ve let it go, but she kept going on and on. Isa was trying to rile her up and doing a damn good job of it, talking like she had control of the situation, like she had nothing to fear her. She was the rookie, and Kaede was the veteran - relatively speaking, at least. This sort of bullshit just wouldn’t do.

”So, it’s like that, huh?” Kaede turned her nose up at Isa and kicked off her getta one by one, letting them skitter off under the ropes and to the floor. ”Okay, okay!” She started to huff and puff as she bounced on the balls of her feet, getting psyched up like she was a prizefighter before the match of her life. Isa wanted to talk crap, wanted to get the full Kaede Komatsuzaki experience? Fine. She’d get it, in spades.

The moment the bell sounded, Kaede took off like a shot and dashed straight for Isa, starting off with a wild right hook to the face.

Isa was very good at hiding her emotions, it was always hard to see any nervousness or confusion behind her calm and confident frame even if it existed. She was proud of that skill, and maintaining that cool stature was even more essential now that Isa had entered AFW. Surely the situations, opponents and matches were all new, and some degree of hesitation would be unavoidable, but Isa also knew that letting that show wasn't going to get her far.

Equally essential was the war of words. Even if Isa was a kind person, she believed that arrogance should be responded to accordingly. Letting yourself to be a victim of verbal abuse would do equally little good.

This time Isa couldn't be so sure about the quality of her strategy though. As she spoke, Kaede's aggressiveness seemed to be growing exponentially, and it looked like she had blown some fuses already before the match. On the other hand angry opponents tended to make easier mistakes, but on the other they also wanted to dish out more pain. And it was far from sure that Kaede would belong to the first category.

Anyway Kaede's unrest meant that it was best for Isa to stay a bit further away than usual for the bell, setting up a defensive stance.

However, the rapidness of Kaede's attack still managed to catch the blonde somewhat off guard. In the very second the bell rang, Kaede was charging towards her. Only thing Isa managed to do was to prepare for impact and try to avoid falling on her back - but Kaede's planned attack was much more unsophisticated than the blonde had predicted.

As such, the teenager managed to do exactly what she wanted, and the blonde let out a cry of pain.

Shocked by the brutality of Kaede's opening, Isa tried to retreat away from her, holding her hand on her face. Apparently Kaede's strategy was going to be much different from the ones Isa had used to.

Kaede was a runaway freight train, speeding out of control

A meteor, crashing to Earth at insane velocities.

An unstoppable force, looking for an immoveable object to test herself again.

In short, she knew she was the ultimate badass, and she was more than willing to prove that to anyone who doubted her. She really did feel for Isa - poor little bitch, picking the absolute worst opponent to debut against. It was just the bad luck of the draw.

It didn’t mean Kaede was pulling a single punch. When she unloaded on Isa’s face, she got all of her power behind it, landing the first in what would be a series of forthcoming, powerful blows. To Isa’s credit, she didn’t immediately fall over and start bawling. Sure, she was sent staggering back, but she kept her feet under her. How long that would last, Kaede wouldn’t be on.

”Going somewhere?” Kaede licked her knuckle and slid after her opponent, her bare feet effortlessly gliding along the mat. ”Plenty more where that came from, princess!”

Not wanting to give her foe too much room to breath, Kaede chased after and leaped her way, throwing out a right straight to her chest while she closed the distance.

"OK, apparently she's serious about making this match ugly..." Isa pondered after the teenager's early offense. She was slightly embarrassed for being such an easy target, but then again she didn't find Kaede's tactics to be totally fair....at least from her point of view.

Isa was feeling her lip swelling a little. One thing was for sure, she didn't want to take any of those punches in the face anymore. Even if the arrogant teen had absolutely no respect for her.

However, Kaede was persistently following her, and the blonde wasn't going to get far. Being called a princess made Isa sniff, but she didn't have any time to comment on those remarks before Kaede was attacking her again. This time though, Isa had prepared for covering her face, and the punch to the chest turned out to get delivered accordingly.

Isa wanted to back off again after the strike, but her brain was telling her otherwise. If she had done that, the result would have most probably ended up being the same as before, with only the target of Kaede's punches varying. And letting the teenager have her way wouldn't look too good either.

Isa had to try something simple, easy and effective to stop Kaede's onslaught. Bending over from the force of the last punch, after just a couple of seconds Isa tried to suddenly grab Kaede's right arm, hoping to quickly be able to Irish whip the teenager around her towards the nearest ropes. Then the blonde could try to sprint after her and smash the smaller opponent against the ropes with her body.

Kaede wasn’t exactly ‘trained’ per se - while she had the martial arts training, it was buried under a lot of street smarts and experience from real fights. She couldn’t put what she knew on a page, would have a hard time getting it all into words.

But you could see it in the way she moved after Isa. The way her feet slid along the floor, getting into position, maintaining stance, closing the distance - it was elegant in a way.

”Fuck yeah!”

Even if her words ruined the moment, somewhat.

Isa wasn’t a punching bag, though, as much as Kaede kind of wanted her to be so she could show off. The blonde - German? Englishwoman? Swede? - took her punch and reeled, which she was expecting. What she wasn’t expecting was for her to reach out, grab her, and send her flying with an Irish Whip.

Kaede grunted, irritated, but it was too late to fight the flow. She was sent off and went running to the ropes, but she had a little trick in mind. Instead of bouncing back and running towards Isa, she spun about and grabbed the ropes, wrapping her arms around them to stop her momentum dead…

...which left her wide open when Isa slammed into her. ”Fuck!”

Kaede was hit hard and wound up getting the wind knocked out of her, solidly slammed by her opponent’s attack. She wound up dropping to her knees a moment after, reeling from the strike, needing a few seconds to collect herself before she could start the beatdown anew.

Isa really wasn't used to street-style fighting and outright brawls. If a match was developing into one, she wanted to turn the tide as soon as possible. And indeed, Kaede had decided to start off the match with punches, and soon enough taking those hits made Isa want to drastically change the direction of this match.

Luckily, it turned out that the blonde was capable of doing so as well, and smash her opponent in the process. And when Isa did it, it wouldn't be only with a fist, it would be with her whole body.

Kaede found it out the hard way. Actually, surprisingly hard. Isa hadn't expected the teen to fall down on her knees. While it made her feel strong, she couldn't help but wonder whether the pink-headed girl was actually capable of delivering much less than she was bragging for.

Either way, that could only mean good things for Isa in the long term.

Kaede's moment of reeling was the perfect opportunity for the blonde to take control. Isa grabbed both of her opponent's arms, pulling them backwards before pushing her knee against Kaede's upper back. While tightening the hold for a surfboard stretch of sorts, Isa carefully checked that her kneeling opponent wasn't just close enough to touch the ropes.

Sounding like a nagging mom, Isa decided to say a couple of things while keeping the teenager in her hold. "OK, so, Katy... Firstly, has anyone ever told you to wash your mouth? ... And secondly, last time I saw a spanking, it wasn't done by using fists!"

A lucky shot. That was all Isa had gotten on her.

Sure, it might have seemed like she was employing some quick thinking to catch Kaede off guard, that she’d outsmarted the pink punkette and beaten her to the figurative punch, but that would only be the way it appeared to an ignorant observer. More savvy folks would know that she was merely biding her time, that such a move wouldn’t keep her down for very long.

Indeed, Kaede was beginning to make her way up, when Isa put a sudden stop to that effort with a knee to her back. She grabbed the arms before they could pull them away, and the next thing Friction’s brightest rising star knee, she was being stretched out, her tapped chest jutting forward as her shoulders went in the opposite direction. Not comfy. Not exactly tap-worthy, but still, more pain than she wanted to deal with at this stage.

As to Isa’s first comment, Kaede only had this to say: ”Kiss my ass!”

For the second, she saved her breath, and instead tried to work her way up, sliding her leg around to get one foot on the floor, then another. It wouldn’t free her arms, but she figured that standing would at least alleviate the pressure on her back. It was a start, anyway. While she didn’t know what she’d do if she could even get that far, she figured it was best to figure things out one step at a time.

Kaede seemed to be maintaining her arrogant attitude even when held in Isa's stretching hold. Apparently this girl definitely didn't have any manners, apart from all the bad ones. But to be honest, Isa wasn't even expecting to always find them in a wrestling ring. Still she had to think that Kaede could not possibly be a pleasant person even outside it.

And that made "disciplining" her all the more fun. Kindness was a virtue Isa held to a great value, and for whatever reason Kaede seemed to be an outright enemy of that.

Despite Isa putting on a good pressure, slowly but surely Kaede started making her way out of Isa's hold. She was not exactly getting herself free, but still managing to stand up meant that the blonde couldn't keep up the pressure against her back, rendering the situation ineffective for them both.

Normally Isa might have let her opponent free and try to figure out something else, but by now she was so irritated by Kaede's attitude that she just wanted to keep up punishing her somehow. And a natural way seemed to be letting go of the pink punk's arms, but in exchange applying a sleeper hold on her. If the blonde managed to lock it up, she still had one more thing to say.

"You see, bad girls are so much more pleasant with their mouths shut!" she would cutely almost whisper in her opponent's ear.