Clash at a Cafe

Moe indulged in some routine activities when she found time to herself. If she wasn't wrestling or training, she could be found in a library, park, or in this case, at a cafe. It was a small place near AFW. Not particularly of note, but they had some sweets and beverages worth checking out if anyone was in the area. Moe, herself enjoyed partaking in their Macarons. Because she wasn't planning on throwing down, today, she wasn't wearing any active gear or anything that would suggest she would be getting physical. Instead she wore preppy attire. Despite not having any labels or text on the outfit, it was her old school uniform. Though one could probably deduce this at a glance.



She was mulling over some of her past matches in her head. Many of them hadn't ended the way she liked. The Japanese rookie was able to keep up with the likes of Julia Hiroshi and Peggy McIntyre for at least a little, but ultimately she had come up short. One loss in particular bothered her, however. Zoey Satoshi was the first girl to legitimately best her by cheating. Fukouka sat their at a table in the cafe and stirred sugar into her tea as she contemplated how losing to those pervy tactics felt so much worst than losing straight up.

"I need to talk to management about getting my rematch." She thought out loud. And just when she did, as luck would have it, that very same red haired cheater would pay the place a rather timely visit.

Zoey wandered in through the door of the cafe, eyes fixed downwards on her phone and mouth open slightly with bored concentration. The bell above the door rang gently to signal the tiny girl's entry, causing the old lady at the desk to look up and smile. The teenager was dressed up in pretty typical casual clothing, a plain black zip-up hoodie over her torso, seemingly a few sizes too large as the sleeves seemed quite baggy and covered up her hands, a short black and white patterned pleated skirt hung from her hips, running about quarter-way down her thighs, below which were a set of long and smooth black thigh-high socks, a white ring at the top of each, and a plain pair of white trainers on her feet.

She approached the counter and spoke with the old woman for a moment (Though she had to stand up on her toes to see over the top), eventually ordering a small slice of cake and a cup of tea, which the old lady quickly walked back to the kitchen to start working on. Zoey gently drifted away from the counter and her eyes became fixated on her phone again, scrolling through and giggling at replies and posts her fans and haters had been sending her over social media. She didn't even think to look around the cafe, having no idea who was sitting in the back and watching her.

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Moe had still been thinking to herself. She seemed set in her own thoughts and mind, just as Zoey had seemed set in hers. And she remained that way for a time until a small, moving red spot caught her attention in her peripheral vision. She looked up to find that, as luck would have, Zoey was standing right there. Satoshi seemed aloof and silly as ever, having been dressed in an outfit Moe considered to be ridiculous and improper. The oversized sleeved peeved her, especially. Even the fact that she seemed to have been fixated on her phone more than anything else at the time, made the brunette upset.

Upon recognizing her, Moe's cheeks puffed out as she frowned and stood up at her table and angrily paced towards the red head. Still bearing an upset facial expression, she tapped the slightly short girl on her shoulder to get her attention before addressing her with a reprimanding tone.

"Hey! It's me, Moe! The girl you cheated to get a cheap win not too long, ago. You know we're gonna have a rematch, right?"

Zoey gently swayed from side to side, eyes locked on the screen of her phone while both thumbs rapidly tapped away at it, letting the small wrestler communicate with her fans in the way she loved to so much in her spare time. Her little skirt flowed back and forth aswell, mimicking her motion with a slight delay and making her look quite cute as a result, something that was entirely unintentional on Zoey's part.

She was suddenly distracted from her quiet giggling and constant tapping by the sound of footsteps approaching in front of her. A hand patted her not-so-gently on the shoulder to get her attention, and she gasped with surprise to find Moe Fukuoka standing in front of her. After the surprise of meeting another wrestler (one she had fought with no less) wore off, Zoey began to giggle uncontrollably, almost dropping her phone at the realisation Moe was still angry about her loss.

Moe was easily 6 inches taller than Zoey and near 30 lb heavier, most of it muscle though she was still most definitely inside lightweight territory, but that certainly hadn't mattered in the ring. "Aww, was it so embarrassing to lose to little Zoey?" she replied in a teasing voice, as if talking to a child, "Should I give you a kiss and a hug?"

With hands on her hips and a frown on her face, Moe had tried get across to her fellow petite Japanese acquaintance that she had every intention of righting the wrongs in the previous match by besting Zoey in a rematch. But Zoey's reaction only upset her more. It was understandable that she was caught off guard, seeing a fellow wrestler in a coffee shop of all places. The surprise made sense. No, it was the silly giggling and teasing that set Fukouka off. In a low, upset tone, the brunette lowered her head and grrr'd.

Moe was obviously angry, but she didn't want anything she said or did to be telegraphed. After all, Zoey wasn't entirely wrong. Losing to a woman smaller than herself, when she was already a tiny wrestler compared to the rest of the Friction Roster, was embarrassing in and of itself. But Zoey making fun of her for it when the red head knew darn well that she cheated, made Moe disregard the notion that all fights should take place in the ring. The brunette put her hands together and took a deep breath. Her facial expression would change such that she'd be smiling and she'd extend her arms as if to take up Zoey's request for a hug. If Satoshi did approach her and attempt to hug her, Moe would embrace the girl before using her strength and weight advantage to lift her off her feet and forcefully throw her over the cashier's counter!

Getting a reaction out of the brunette only encouraged Zoey to smugly grin at her again. She placed her right hand on her hip and gently held onto her phone with the left, hovering it just in front of her chest so she could easily look down at it once Fukuoka was gone. "Don't get all angry with me, Miss Fukuoka~" she teased, poking the taller teen in the belly "It was your own fault you lost." the little redhead followed up, still smirking and trying to keep herself from giggling.

When Moe stretched her arms out and walked forwards with a smile, it made Zoey gasp with surprise before bursting out with laughter. "I wasn't being serious, miss! But if you insist!" she struggled out, looking very adorable trying to get herself under control. She took a step towards Moe and raised her own arms to hug her former opponent in reply, though she'd have to stand up on her toes to match the brunette's height. Moe definitely looked nice, and Zoey (even if she didn't show it) had something of a crush on her, the brunette is just so cute when she's angry!

"I have to pick up a new outfit soon, so lets make this qui-IIIIIIIIIICK!!!" she squealed out in surprise, Moe had suddenly yanked her up off of her feet and before she even realised what was going on, the entire cafe seemed to be rotating around her. A second later, her back crashed down onto the counter, shattering a teapot and two near-empty cups, the sound blasting through the cafe at very high volume. Zoey cried out in pain and quickly arched her back, Moe getting a fairly decent look up the wrestler's skirt at her tight red underwear. Once the shock wore off an instant later, Zoey attempted to retaliate by swinging her foot into the side of Moe's head! Some of the other cafe-goers would quickly start to leave the building or quietly shift as close to the walls as possible upon seeing the fight break out.

Zoey's words dug at Moe and only served to further frustrate her. Moe was usually never one to hide her feelings. Right when Zoey replied to her the first time, she knew exactly what she wanted to do: beat the cocky brat down. But Satoshi was a quick one. If she just started throwing punches, it was likely she'd try to evade and escape. So Moe plotted quickly to sucker the other woman in with a hug. Extending a seemingly honest invitation for a hug was difficult. Being teased and poked in the tummy certainly didn't help. But somehow, with the knowledge that Satoshi was full of hot air, the brunette was able to pull it off. She knew it wasn't her fault that she lost. It was the entire reason that she felt worse about her loss to Zoey more so than she felt about any of her other losses. And her frustration with these circumstances culminated into the chance to the girl a small distance away, on to the counter!

The sudden move caused immediate damage to the store merchandise. It shocked the other customers at the cafe. The cashier, herself, stepped back in shock as Zoey landed on her counter. A few of the people in the cafe began to flee when Moe got up and began to approach as if looking to follow up on her last move. Fukouka seemed like she was far from done with Zoey. But she'd stop for a moment when she accidentally got a clear visual of what was up Zoey's skirt. Moe became red faced for a moment. Her anger towards Zoey seemed to have made her oblivious to exactly how cute her opponent was. But that anger would be rekindled the moment Zoey swung her foot up and kicked her in the head!

The force of the kick would send Moe stumbling back. She'd find her balance by placing her hands on a nearby table. Moe would grr as she found her balance. She'd grab hold of a mug that was conveniently placed on the table and turn towards Zoey before hurling in in her direction! Regardless of whether or not the mug hit Zoey, Moe would run towards the girl and attempt to kick her in the chest! Yelling "Don't worry! This won't take time!" as she did so.

The feel of her foot thwacking against Moe's head was satisfying, and relieving at the same time. It meant she had at least a short amount of time to get back on her feet and figure out what to do next. A fight was the last thing she expected to happen walking into a quiet, lazy coffee shop, so Zoey certainly had no idea what to do and hadn't at all come prepared. The little redhead slid down from on top of the counter quickly, followed by the clatter of shattered ceramic hitting the wooden floor. Her eyes were wide with surprise and anger, and they quickly found Moe's.

She regained focus just in time, seeing how Moe launched a teacup straight at her, the pale brown liquid spilling into the air and splattering all over the floor. Zoey threw herself to the side slightly and gasped at the loud sound of the cup crashing into the wall behind her. The little old lady behind the counter quickly ducked down once the girls started using projectiles, and Zoey's phone slipped out of her hand, cracking against the floor and causing the screen to shatter.

"You bi-!!" Zoey began, looking up from her broken phone to see Moe's foot come straight up from the ground and hit the dead-center of her chest with a soft *thump*, squishing all of the air out of Zoey's lungs and causing her tongue to roll out of her mouth. She stumbled back against the wall and pressed both hands against the front of her torso, gritting her teeth to try and stop herself from squealing with pain. Moe was quite good at striking, even moreso when she's angry.

Damage to the merchandise was beginning to pile up. By this point, everyone had left except for the old store clerk behind the counter. The old lady yelled as she ducked, pleading with the two wrestlers to stop fighting, or to at least take the fight outside. But it all fell on death ears. Moe chucked that ceramic mug quickly at Zoey, but she wasn't surprised when the red head dodged. With an angry facial expression, she quickly charged at Satoshi, nailing her in the chest with a kick when she got within range. She was so upset at this point that she hadn't even noticed that Zoey had dropped and shattered her phone.

"Yeah, I feel the same way about you!"

Moe reprimanded Zoey in a stern voice. The brunette placed her forearm horizontally across the woman's chest, pressing Zoey's back against the wall to keep her in place. Fukouka would attempt to continue taking out her anger on Zoey by using her free arm to aim multiple punches below her other arm, towards Zoey's belly. If she was able to land the first blow, she's lift Zoey's sweater slightly before attempting successive punches, in an effort to really lay into the girl's bare tummy!

Zoey was still trying to get air back into her suddenly-empty lungs when Moe was on her again. The slightly taller lightweight shoved her back against the wall and pushed her arm into Zoey's chest, making the redhead's eyes open up in surprise. She wasn't too sure what Moe had in store for her, but if Moe's punches were as scary as her kicks, it wouldn't be anything Zoey would enjoy. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but only a quiet, cute squeak came out. The little old store owner continued yelling loudly at the two young girls, clearly (and understandably) very upset about the thousands of Yen in property damage that their fight was racking up.

Then suddenly, like a cannonball, Moe's fist rammed into Zoey's soft lower torso. The smaller girl tried to keel forwards, but Moe's arm held her upright, keeping her stuck in place and ensuring she had to endure the punishment further. When the brunette threw Zoey's hoodie upwards, Zoey began to squirm and struggle, pushing forwards as hard as she could. It didn't really make much difference though, especially when Moe's fist started slamming Zoey's smooth, flat belly forcefully and repetitively, making Zoey feel as if someone were going at it with a jackhammer instead of a fist. It was a good thing she hadn't eaten yet today, else there would be something else to clean up.

Every time Zoey managed to breathe in a little, another punch from Moe sent all the air straight back out with constant little squeaks, very adorable to listen to though Zoey would much rather not be making them. After taking about a half dozen punches, Zoey finally managed to squirm free, ducking down under Moe's arm and forcefully pushing her shoulder forwards to ram it into Moe's equally flat belly to make her back off. She quickly followed, her insides feeling like jelly after enduring Moe's offense, and wrapped one hand between Moe's legs and the other over her shoulder, lifting Fukuoka upwards and attempting to scoop slam her straight onto the closest table!