Something Has To Give! Akane Saito vs. Lauren Fredericks

Match Type: Standard

Lauren gave herself another look over and tugged the back of her swimsuit. The flubbery lady was coming off a very disappointing outing in her last match, and she was looking to come back roaring out the gate this time around! The older rookie was nervous and pacing in the locker room before she made her way towards the gorilla position, her time nearly up for her match. She could do it... couldn't she?

As her music began to play Lauren came out and waved to the crowd as she walked down the ramp, her big legs and backside quaking with each step. She eventually got to the ring, stepping up the ring steps onto the apron before climbing through the ropes. The crowd politely cheered and applauded but last time out Lauren was not even close to being the fan favorite. She assumed the same would happen tonight.

She could only do her best and she was determined to slam some woman senseless, trying not to be dissuaded by her last match. Lauren stood with her arms crossed looking up the ramp eager to see Akane come out so they could get underway.

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Akane Saito:

An early match on the card tonight, that was good. She always enjoyed watching the show from the back on nights they filmed and having to get ready for a match cut in on her spectating. Tonight she wouldn't have to miss anything, which was great! With pep in her step she strolled out onto the stage, received a slightly larger reaction that the rookie was accustomed to. Blinking, she glanced over her shoulder just to make sure there wasn't another more popular wrestler behind her… nope! How weird.

Jogging her way down to the ring, she dove herself forward, gliding into the ring on her chest. Climbing back to her feet, she waved to the audience to a little applause. Huh… not bad! Grinning she turned back to Lauren, nodding towards her fellow wrestler. She was a larger woman, though not in the way she was really used to. It did get a small tilt of her head as she eyed the other woman like a curiosity one might find at a zoo. While she didn't mean to come off as rude, she was obviously staring. With a shake of her head, she brought up her hands defensively, waiting for the bell.

Lauren knew the look she was getting from Akane. 'How does this flabby old lady wrestle, she looks like a whale that got beached' or something like that. Lauren stepped towards the center of the ring and flexed her strong arms, the part of her figure that had muscle mass and some definition. Sure she was flubbery but she did have muscle all over... its just her arms and shoulders were the only part where it wasn't covered by some soft flab.

As the bell rang Lauren stepped in and reared back immediately trying to plant Akane in the chest with a forearm smash!

Akane was curious if nothing else. She had been a fan of wrestling for awhile, so while Lauren's body type was unusual for a company like AFW, it wasn't unheard of. She knew a few women in the league of similar or arguably worse builds than her… mainly because she knew to avoid women like Grizzly or Bashira in the back to keep from the normal ridicule she received becoming physical harassment. If media had taught her anything, it what that smaller weaker people like her got stuffed into lockers and had their head dunked on toilets… she gave those a solid pass.

"Hmph!" When Lauren stepped up and started flexing, Akane felt inclined to show off a bit as well. Throwing herself into a cartwheel, she popped up right before Lauren. With a hard kick, her leg sung up narrowing middling the other by design, getting it near vertical before she hugged her own thigh, displaying her flexibility in place of raw muscle. Letting her leg go, she dropped lower in a ready stance, arms up waiting for the bell.

She charged in, arms up ready to foolishly grapple with Lauren only to be clubbed right in her bosom with a heavy forearm. As naturally cushioned as she appeared to be, it did very little to absorb the blow. She snapped back on contact immediately floored in the opening seconds of the match as Lauren just ran through her with a big strike.

Lauren managed to send Akane down to the mat but she wasn't done there. She recalled her last outing and wanted to maintain an advantage when she got one. Lauren bent down, pulling Akane up by the arm and twisting her torso to send Akane running to the ropes with an Irish whip! Lauren would give chase and rush right at Akane as she bounced off the ropes, extending her arm and looking to clothesline the small women as hard as she could!

Lauren was out to try to show AFW that just because she didn't fit the typical mold that she wasn't worth cheering! Right now the crowd was split and Lauren was doing her best to win them over but more importantly she wanted to pick up a win.

Down but not out, Akane was already in the process of rocking herself forward to sit up with the intention of rising. Lauren had proven far stronger than she initially thought, but she wasn't going to just roll over for her. The blond caught her mid rise, dragging her up the rest of the way through a grunt d protest as the young rookie through out a significantly less impressive forearm of her own at Lauren's midsection to try and slow her down. It didn't help though, still finding herself suddenly ripped forward and sent running towards the ropes.

After a brief fumble she found her footing, catching to go speed. This was fine. She could turn this around and land an attack of her own. With a twirl she threw herself into the ropes with high hopes… only to see Lauren barreling towards her. No sooner had she sprang off than the blond blasted her with a clothesline, taking her clean off her feet again, snapping back onto the mat beside the ropes. This time however, she didn't seem to take the larger blow quite as graceful as the last while she lay visibly dazed on the mat.

Lauren smashed Akane with the running clothesline and she had the smaller wrestler laying on her back on the canvas. She knew she had to follow up and not let her have a window of opportunity to attack back. The match with Sakura taught Lauren that she was better at dishing out punishment than taking it.

Lauren stood over Akane and jumped up extending her legs to flatten Akane with a big leg drop! After landing on her Lauren would wrap her legs around Akane's head to squeeze away with a headscissor hold! "Woooo! This is it honey! You can tap if ya want!" Lauren said as she squeezed away with her legs, flexing her arms to show off and try to rile up the crowd although quite a few were cheering for Akane to escape!

Lauren might as well have been a truck with how easily she ran over Akane, leaving the young rookie in shock and pain on the mat. Clearly there was more to the blond than how she looked on the outside, underneath all of that bulk was raw muscle and she was using it to great success. For her part though, she remained mostly still trying to catch her breath after the clubbing clothesline to her by surprise. Each rise and fall of her chest was its own but of pain, already feeling sore from the impact. She blinked her eyes as the older woman positioned herself, not sure what was about top come next… until she leapt up.

Lauren came down with crushing impact, making Akane squeak like a throttle chew toy in the mouth of a German Shepard. If she wasn't out of breath before, she certainly was now. Reeling and writhing on the mat she couldn't do anything more than reach up to grasp at Lauren's legs and paw at the woman's thighs as they wrapped around her head. With a choked cry her face scrunched up, features reddening as her blood flow was cut off. She kicked her boots in a panic, trying to thrash but her attempts were far too weak to stand a chance against Lauren. It seemed as though the pink haired girl was in for another crushing defeat in record time… until something clicked in her mind.

With a pathetic flop, Akane twisted her cohort slightly, kicking out her foot to the side. Again… and again. She didn't seem to be making any progress to escape, just flailing a bit. Then she found what she wanted. With one last kick she set her heel on the top of the bottle rope, earning a call from the referee.

"Break!"

Lauren squeezed and taunted away until she heard the referee calling for a rope break. Lauren let go immediately and got up, stomping down hard on Akane's abdomen twice before bending down to pick her up.

Lauren groaned as she deadlift Akane into the air and slammed her back down as hard as she could! Lauren flexed her arms and stomped about the ring as her flubbery legs, backside and belly all quaked with each step! "This little girl can't have g in the ring with a real woman! Come on. Get up and do something g already!" Lauren shouted to Akane as she showed off for the booing crowd.

Akane took in a deep gasp for air the moment Lauren's thick thighs loosened from around her head. Chest heaving with every breath, she made no attempt to rise, choosing to leave her boot draped on the rope as a safety measure as she recovered. The blond however was keen on not letting her have any room to breath and the moment she had gotten up, slammed her boot heel back into the prone rookie. The pink haired girl let out a cry of wheezing pain with each strike, the crowd making their dissatisfaction known by raining down boos and jeers. Even the referee issued a hot few for Lauren to move back for a proper break.

Groaning, Akane was scooped up off the mat, providing next to no resistance as she was wheeled around and slammed back to the mat with a hard thud. The audience continued to grow louder as Lauren showboated over a weaker opponent, clearly not as impressed with her strength as she was. Slowly, weakly, Akane rolled over onto her stomach. On shaky arms and legs she began to rise, pushing to get herself up. Staying down would do her no favors, especially with how keen Lauren was on attacking her on the canvas.