A Royal Debut: Amaya the Gothic Maiko vs Sarah Valentine

Match Type: Smother pin match
Winning condtion: You only can win this match via pin perform by a breast smother- or facesitting pin.

Amaya:

Vs

Sarah:

Getting ready for her first match in this new league called the AFW, Sarah was standing backstage in the looker room. With some fast moves she tight her shoes up quietly, Before standing tall again. A last and final look into the mirror was not the only thing missing. With a smile the Dutch girl would look at her own reflection, while slowly spinning around to take a look at herself from all sides.
Prefect. This was the only word that could describe what she was seeing right now. The pigtails were sitting right and the outfit was suiting her just so well. Tonight she was wearing a pink sport bra with pink sport hot pans and fitting pink boots with a small cat face on each side. She would turn around; just go get sure that her butt wasn´t looking to big in this outfit… or too small. But it was just looking perfect… and the best thing about this while attire was the woman inside of it.

Sarah would slowly turn around walking towards the door of the room. She was taking big confident steps. Tonight the AFW would widens the arrival of the new Royalty of the Kawaii league. On the way out Sarah would grab her with coat that was lying on the closest bench. On her way through the backstage area Sarah would slowly put the Coat on and close it. The coat was so long that it was touching the floor behind her.

It wasn´t a long walk until Sarah reached the entrance area.  One of the stuff crew was telling her that her entrance would begin in a few moments. To hell with that, she would go in there whenever she wanted. Stepping past the staff worker she would slowly walk out into the open. Luckily the technical group was able to push the right bottoms in the last moment to start her entrance program.  

On the big Screen over the entrance Ramp the words “The one and only” would appear in a golden color. At the same moment the music of the small Dutch started to play: I Am Perfection

It didn´t took long until the new wrestler would step onto the stage, with her Arms spread. Th lights in the arena would get dark before turning totally of. The only light that was still on was the lights shining down onto the Royal one. While Sarah was slowly stepping down to the ramp the lights would follow her, always keeping her in the center of the circle of light. She would smile a bit while walking down to the ring, waving the big crowed. In her whole live Sarah never though in front of such big audience, this would get interesting. All these people were just here to watch her debut in this AFW. As soon as Sarah would reach the ring she would start walking around it, circling it one whole time, before bit by bit stepping up the stairs to get onto the apron. Up there she would bow forward entering the ring under the top rope slowly. Inside of the ring she would walk another round before walking into the center of the ring.   There she would start to gradually open the buttons of her coat, taking all the time she needed before letting the coat sliding down her arms. She would wave one of the crew workers over with a nod and hand him her coat, saying that he should watch that it wouldn´t touch the floor or he would get some problems with her.

After she was done the ref told her that Sarah should get into the corner. The ref girl would look at the Dutch girl for weapons and as soon as the girl would touch Sarah she would look down to her and say: “If you try anything funny, I will slap you across you ugly face!”

After that she would look up the ramp waiting for her opponent to show up. Sarah only did a little research on her. She knew the name of her opponent and that she was around for a bit meanwhile.

So there she was again, booked in a *special* kind of match. At least the senior road agent Ise had told her that the girl she would be facing was new to the company and she should do the very best she could do to make her look good even if she defeated her. Not that this would be much anyway, but the poor Japanese was pretty sure that a real wrestler would see if she did not give her very best, so she had no choice but to play along even if the rules sounded ridiculous. A smother match? What did this even mean? Probably even more of the same of the match she had against Kimmie a few months ago.

Some minutes later, Amya the Gothic Maiko was ready for her match when she stepped into her Geta shoes and noisily trotted down the floor to the wrestling area in her black summer kimono, with a black and white paper-like umbrella over her head, her face hidden under a white mask which was carried around on a small stick.
She entered with a short sigh under a respectable noise, twitching shortly while her theme music began to play and she was advertised on the screen for all to see while she nervously moved the umbrella on her shoulder with a drilling motion before discarding it in tandem with her kimono and the mask, revealing a white short wrestling shirt and a fitting white bottom, both covering her lower cheeks and breasts completely but not much more, along with her shoeless legs and feet.

She would hop around on her footpads to warm up, looking at the fitting curves of the other girl in the process to see who she was facing off against.

Sarah was keeping her eyes on the ramp, she was pretty interested in what kind of way her opponent would come down to the ring. It wouldn´t take long until the other girl would show of. She was dressed pretty interesting. She was wearing a nice looking kimono and a white mask.
Sarah wouldn´t take her eyes of her opponent while she was making her way down the ramp, so this would be the first victim of the Dutch royalty? She should feeld horned about that!
To the surprise of Sarah didn’t her opponent come over to her, for a handshake or even speak a single work to her. The Dutch would shake her head, disappointed about the bad behavior of the Japanese woman.
As soon as the Ring bell would then finally ring Sarah would walk toward Amya directly, without putting her hand up in a fighting position. She would stop right in front of the black haired woman.
“Tell me, who did teach you your behavior lessons!” Would Sarah start this off by saying it right into the face of her opponent, with a annoyed voice. “If you enter a Ring second it is your job to introduce yourself personally to your opponent!” After finish this sentence Sarah would try to do a backhand slap across the face of the other girl. “And where I come from you have to bow down in front of Royals. You really should be ashamed of yourself!”

“I give you this one chance!”, would Sarah say even louder and angrier. “Excuse yourself and ask for forgiveness. After this you are allowed to kiss my boot and maybe I will forgive you then!” Sarah would raise her hand again for another slap if her opponent wouldn´t excused herself in the next few seconds.
 

"OUH!"
Amaya had been totally surprised by the brash attitude of the other girl and had been in the process to justify herself and her behavior when the so called miss Royalty came over and just slapped her right in the face.

But if she had learned one thing, it was how to avoid something happening in the ring. More than a little bit shocked and visibly shaken, she halfway bowed out of the ring through the second and third rope.
"Gomen...but you´re not even Japanese, you can´t be Royalty here."
That was probably not the best course to go with that angry girl, but Amaya was so flattened from that sort of behavior that she could not follow up quickly with a more witty or brutal answer.

Sarah would laugh out loudly while putting her hand in front of her mouth. She would keep her eyes on the other wrestler, while Amaya was making her way out of the ring. Was she really running away from her? Or better said did she really think she could run away from her?

Sarah would listen to the lame answer of her opponent, was that all she could bring out? The Dutch really thought that there would be a little bit more than just, you aren´t from here! The royal would slowly shake her head before going for a mean move.
Sarah would try to speed up and run directly over to Amaya. With all she had Sarah would try to push her hands right against the chest of the American woman, hopping being able to push her down from the apron and down onto the floor.
“That is right!”, would Sarah scream out loudly directly afterwards, “your are not even worth it being in the same ring with me! Stay out there and let yourself be counted out, like a good little girl!”

"Ah!"
Again amaya had to retreat, but this time not under her own power. That little mean princess had nothing better to do than to shove her out of the ring so that she did land on her knees and hands outside, gulping hard to regain her senses. She would have liked to run out of the building quickly and hide somewhere, but she knew that she could not.

Slowly she would rise and walk up the stair that was waiting next in a slow trot, allowing the referee to count a little bit on her.
"Please chase her away, referee-sama. I have the right to step into the ring without being attacked."
She said timidly, waiting a little bit to see what would happen.

Sarah would smile when she was able to get her opponent down from the Apron and onto the cold floor. Now Sarah could wait for her opponent in the ring and attack her as soon as she was trying to step between these ropes… or at least she hoped she would be able to do that. Instead her opponent played a pretty smart move on her and asked the ref to push her back. The ref girl would directly follow this request and stand between Sarah and Amaya.

Sarah would stare at angrily for a moment. But when the ref was trying to shove her back Sarah got right into her face. “Don’t you dare touch me slut! Get off me!”, would Sarah scream at her before stepping away and walking to the opposite side of the ring, leaning against the ropes. Whatever! Sarah would be able to lay her hands onto her opponent early enough, so she would give her the time to reenter the ring. But this time Sarah was waiting for her to do the first step.
 

Now if her opponent for today was not a mean kitty. Sad enough, Amaya was probably not the right girl to teach her some well deserved and probably very needed manners as she would have to be focused on doing the little tricks she had been shown from the trainers. And since she also now co-worked as a masseuse for the AFW, she had just seen training as routine until she had been surprisingly booked much more often lately.

She entered the last step before stepping into the ring again, this time with a bow.
"Your request for the kissing of your feet is inappropriate, but is indeed polite to greet you, Valentine-sama. My name is Amaya."

Sarah would watch her opponent reenter the ring. And it seemed like the little lesson Sarah taught her, was already paying of pretty fine. The Japanese woman was bowing down in front of the Dutch and greed her in a formal way. A small smirk would shine from the lips of the royal as she watched her opponent.

Sarah would step away from the ropes a bit, bowing as well. After all she was in Japan meaning that she should try to adopt to the rules of the country.

“Hajimemashite!” Would Sarah say in her pretty deacon Japanese. “My Name is Sarah Valentine. Let´s have a good match Miss Maiko!”, After that Sarah would stand back up again, before trying to step closer to Amaya, offering her a lock up to start the match of in a more traditional way, with a test of strength.

"Hai. A good match then. My name is Morimura Amaya."
Amaya was pretty sure that this girl was as fake as a 2.96 yen coin, but if she already provoked her into doing something horrible, she would just have to pay a pretty heavy price for being cocky at the end of the match, at least in her impression. But this was not of much concern to her in the end when she steeled her resolve and her body for the following match.

She would then dutifully join the lock up her royal opponent suggested, already giving her best from the very beginning of the match.