Classy as F**k!- Pierre Vulliard vs Koto-chan

Not long after having her debut, Kotone Izumi was called to the arena once again for a fight. What was different this time around? Well, the division for starters, and the fact that this time her opponent was a male, one Pierre Vulliard, whose name really didn't rang a bell, but he surely sounded like he meant business! One thing that remained the same though was the type match, for one more time, the bluenette idol had to endure her opponent in a lewd attrition match!

Independently about how her first appearance ended up for her, the performer was notably more intimidated about having to endure that with a male this time around! Dressed in a special outfit that she was recommended to wear for that match, Kotone limited to do the breathing exercises that John had taught her, something told her that she would really need to put the former champion's tips to good use this time around.

Special Ring attire!:

Finally, as the special song that she requested for her entrance came to attention, she toughened up, leaving that regular girl behind and leaving the Backstage as Koto-chan: Special Dancer Edition!!! It filled her with bravery and determination if anything, hearing the adoring public scream at the top of their lungs:

"KOOOOOOTOOOOOO-LOOOOOOOOOOVEEEEEEEE!!!"

"HIIIIII YOU GUUUUUUYS!!! LOVE YOU TOOOOOOOOO~~~!!!"

If anything, it was quite an impressive how fast the idol managed to hit it off in AFW, having a fanbase of her own already, the girl sporting her own microphone to greet her Kotoners (name is still in development) with. As she made it to the ring in between their chanting of her new song and her twirling dance, she got inside only to keep singing along with the speakers and the match audience. Koto-chan kept absorbing their attention until the song ended and the glowing sticks stopped dancing. It was time for her adversary to make an appearance, and now the azure wrestler was ready and pumped up for this match!

There were many things that Pierre had to be ready for when he first came into the Land of the Rising Sun. Not only was it a new land he was stepping into, but there were also more unchartered waters he had to wade through to get through life. Probably the first and most significant thing was the language. Out of all the four languages that he did know, Japanese was one that he chose to dismiss. Didn’t think he needed to know about it, he told his dad. Well, not only was it essential for his standing in the federation. From debuting in a PPV to mostly not being picked out of other guys in Tension for its ladies was a massive shame that Pierre had to bear, which didn’t do well in terms of his degrading mental health, never seeming to shake the monkey off his back. Or in his description, that woman…

The less he thought about it, the better. But despite all of this, life seemed to enjoy giving him newer experiences to live through. Not just with voodoo practitioners, women coming off as succubuses, or heck, even an idol...

“*cough*...Putain d’enfer...ghnnn…”

...It was fighting whilst injured. Great.

Contrary to his performances in the AFW ring, Pierre is still a seasoned competitor and knows how important it is to remain 100%. If you aren’t, you end up being too precocious of the situation, overthinking to the point the attention is somewhere other than the essential things. The French-Canadian has read a ton of biographies about this. But reading about it isn’t the same as living through it all. Nothing prepares you for the real thing, as they say. In this case, nothing prepared him to be attacked by a goddamn maid. The black eye seemed to have gone away somewhat, bruises and welts ave visibly gone, but the soreness remained. With a few taped up spots, he was still presentable. His good looks are still there. Must protect the moneymaker at all costs.

Yet despite not being 100%, Pierre had to win this match no matter what. Pain and forces beyond his control be dammed. He didn’t care about the people thought about him. He didn’t care about what management thought about him. They only seemed interested in someone, in this league’s case a male, get their shit wrecked—years on since a Seller stepped down from the GM spot and things never change. Pierre was wise to know that. The only thing he needed to worry about was Gwendolyn. This match wouldn’t have mattered in normal circumstances. But being a part of the Primol group meant that he had to represent them positively. Something that doesn’t show weakness or depravity. This wasn’t just a match of first for...whatever this idol wannabe is, but also for him. And as a close representative, Pierre didn’t want to imagine what would happen if he disappointed this time.

So. Was he genuinely ready for tonight? Well, that is for the cameras to decide.

Pierre didn’t come out with a fancy car but on foot like most other wrestlers. Not just the only contrast from his first debut in Tension, his nature was calm. Or at least as calm as Pierre could make out to be, just walking didn’t show the average swiftness. God knows how he’ll be in the ring. The Quebecoise, ignoring the crowd, primarily focused on the idiot standing in the ring as he came to the ring’s apron. AFW was always known for its drawing of zany characters, and this fits the bill. She was pretty, yes, but a certain kind of cute. Not the type that he’d try his best to swoon. That outfit probably costed more than whatever she was getting in a year. This only confirmed in his mind that someone upstairs wasn’t taking him seriously.

He gritted his teeth behind closed lips, his facial features showing slips and tells of effort when he climbed in and passing through the ropes, not quite the look that aided the white and blue rendition of his usual trunks. Par for the course, nothing seem to go his way, so why fight it? The buzzcut bruiser still had his work cut out for him if the looks indeed were deceiving. Pierre knew all too well after Zulime. Leaning on the ropes he just passed under, Pierre just stared with a more muted expression. He did not quite have the same energy as his opponent.

The only thing going through his mind was that he hoped this woman didn’t scream like that the whole match.

While it was pretty obvious that Kotone was a bit too into her own persona, she expected that her introduction was enough to bring out the smallest grins from anyone. Or at least she thought so at first, turns out that her opponent tonight was a tad different from what she had expected. Not much of a fanfare person, she thought, but it wasn't just that: Pierre just appeared to be troubled in some way, he just walked, hopped inside the ring, and just stood there with a blank expression in his face. While she was perceptive enough to tell that this guy wasn't the soul of the party, she just assumed that he was one of those 'no-nonsense' kind of person.

Gulp The bluenette got a bit intimidated by the Canadian fighter's stoic demeanor, as well as his expression. Oh boy, he wasn't the happiest camper and her flamboyant existence probably didn't do much to better his mood. She was no stranger to the unfettered personalities. Most of her life she spent at the company of strict teachers and mentors, even her own parents were like this. But looking at this coming from a fellow wrestler, and one who seemed to be quite a strong specimen, was unnerving for her. In all fairness, she was about to fight the guy, and for all she knew, Pierre might be out for her blood, or to discredit her rookie career with a curb-stomp beating.

All of this were, of course, some bad thoughts that originated at the span of a few seconds. Koto-chan was puzzled by her ring-rival, yes. But she was just as willing as always to have a good match and befriend the Quebecoise. Who knows? Perhaps she might earn a new fan by the time this match's done!

The blue idol walked towards Pierre, getting face-to-face with him before the bell announced the start of the match,addressing the male with what she assumed was his mother-tongue from his name: "Bonsoir l'ami!" She greeted, bowing in a respectful manner. "Que le meilleur gagne ce soir~" She declared, may the best one win. Kotone wasn't there to be a pushover and she was ready to show it. And besides, she was convinced that some people who appeared unapproachable were actually sweethearts. At least that was the case with her father and other people she's met. Hopefully she wouldn't be wrong here...

If that didn’t tell Kotone that Pierre was not a happy bunny, he doesn’t know what will. The thought of that would have annoyed him to no end.

As of right now, the French-Canadian was making sure he didn’t let on how much he was hurting still. Usually, Pierre would have indulged a bit or at least crack a charming smile for the young lady standing on the other side of the ring. But this time, there was no shiny expensive car that costed more than her dress, no fancy jacket. It was just Pierre Vuillard here to just get it on. Of course, this energy won’t do with someone who was all about playing up to the fans. But Pierre isn’t up to joining in with Koto-chan’s shenanigans.

Pierre rested upon the turnbuckle, gripping the ropes to get a feel of how tight they were. Not only that but how his body reacted to the tug. The Quebecoise didn’t let on too much, but he felt the soreness of certain muscle parts. That was going to be an issue in regards to pulling and pushing Kotone along. While he’s supposed to be stronger and more significant, Pierre can’t help but be annoyed that his usual judo techniques would cause discomfort. And this is from tugging the ring ropes; who knows when compared to a standard human being.

None of this was helping his mood and Kotone, unintentionally made things even worse when she greeted the Quebecoise man in his native French tongue. Only then did his attention turn towards the black-clad woman standing face to face and even giving a deep bow in addition. Usually, this wouldn’t be an issue, missing words aside in the other statement. Pierre could forgive as much with a cutie like Koto-chan. But this Pierre came from meeting several other French speakers, one humiliating him in a Pay-Per-View, another destroying his dreams for the Olympics, and the other taking him out because some former champion can’t help be jealous. At least, that is as much as he got from the maid. It was a slap in the face to Pierre’s pride, his status, his nationality, to Pierre himself, and there was only one way he could think to respond to it.

Pierre slapped Koto-chan in the face.

Kotone could have expected that Pierre would laugh at her rusty-ass French, she could have expected that he wouldn't humor her with any reaction other than rolling his eyes, she could have expected that he would even insult her like a good heel would do in this kind of situation. She didn't expected to be slapped across the face for trying to show a little bit of good showmanship, she stood there with her head turned from the impact of the hit that shook her to the core. The public replied to this little scene with the usual stuff; some -Oooooooh's-  and -Oooooof's- described it pretty well, but this being the spectacle that it was, they weren't so impressed about it. The same couldn't be said about the idol though.

To be striked with such viciousness, by a male as sturdy-looking as the Canadian brawler and being a frail-looking lass the receiver of it didn't made it best. And Koto-chan, for all her childlike attitude was no weakling, she had received her fair share of beatings from her martial arts training. And yet, she could feel a knot in her throat, and some tears building up in her eyes. It's been a while since she cried from being hit in the face, her mother's kicks made sure to build her up for that at least. It was just that getting the back of Pierre's hand to the face was definitely not a logical result she anticipated after trying to be amicable and break his bad mood. Who does that?! What kind of person hits another person just for shits and giggles? And he did it before the bell even rang...

Ding-Ding!

The bell goshdarnit! She froze in place for the whole time until the bell rang? The bluenette girl turned her head to look at Pierre, scared of whatever he might do next... She needed to move soon, if she stood there without doing something, then she might as well be giving him the other cheek! Her legs were still unresponsive though, a spin, a roll, anything to get her to move, Koto-chan had trained for months to get accustomed to her cutesy battle-dance style, but her body was just unresponsive, as if he slapped her confidence away. But she still needed to do something quick!!!

The girl calmed the storm inside of her with a couple of deep breaths, breath in, breath out. Koto-chan was unable to respond, so Kotone Izumi had to do it instead... She was already in position thanks to the Quebecoise slapping her into the tip of her toes. So all she did was to snap her leg towards him, foot extended so she could bitch-slap him across the face like he did without provocation a few moments ago.

"Ok then" If she managed to mark Pierre's cheek with the print of her sole or not, the idol would still look at him in the eye, or down if the slap managed to throw him back on his bottom, her stern eyes a far cry from the cheery look that she was wearing until then and that he took upon his hands to wipeout from her face. Even if her stare screamed murder, her voice still remained as sweet as always, funny enough, or eery enough for him probably. "If you aren't gonna be nice, then at least be good!"

Pierre knew this wasn’t going to go down well when it came to the crowd. He may not be a seasoned veteran in this federation, but he knew how much guys liked the idol types. He knew from the get-go that Koto-Chan was acting in front of the crowd with the cutesy demeanor, the dresses, and the way they carry themselves. At least, in this case, the attire is a bit more elaborate, but not something you would expect a wrestler to wear. Then again, what really is the proper attire these days? Women wear something similar, stuff that really isn’t practical, yet they still make it work. At this point, it’s best not to question it, lest he gets even mad at the situation at hand. In a way, the Canuck could somewhat understand how Armando felt those years ago. But at least the idol he faced was battle-ready. Koto-chan certainly doesn’t. Least in his eyes.

It felt like an act, and the last thing he wanted to see was more fakeness amidst just being true to yourself. Pierre’s current state of mind wasn’t helping things in the slightest, but that would have been the same reaction, he thought. It’s hard to say, but the past hasn’t been so kind to him. Some would say that Pierre should have shaken the hand that is gracefully offered to him. Welcome with open arms than closed fists, as they say. Yet nothing could erase the fact that he did what he did. The crowd disapproved the French-Canadian vehemently, and that is to be expected. But then Pierre saw a slight glimpse of something dripping down her face. Was that a tear? Is she crying?

Ah, crap.

That brought a twinge to his heart. Sure, the whole idol thing was a bit much, but it wasn’t as if it’s done for sadistic reasons. At least Koto-chan wasn’t bleeding. That was something, he supposed. Pierre could just feel the judgment as many took to her side. Even the French-Canadian had a brief moment where he regretted his actions. That was a first in a long time. Pierre looked on at the blue-haired idol as she kept standing there after the slap. Moments past, and she’s still standing there, even after the bell rings, which seemed to snap the two competitors awake of sorts. After a bit of silence that became more awkward than it should, Pierre sought to break the tension. “Errrm…hello?” Pierre reached out, clicking his fingers to get her attention. “Are you o-“

His speech got cut out expeditiously as, all of a sudden, something struck him. He didn’t notice he fell to the ground until Pierre shook his head and looked up. What used to be a cutesy-looking idol had a look that screamed murder. After that, he looked at the extended leg that was hovering above the mat. From there, he could put two and two together.

Koto-chan just slapped him.

With something other than her hand.

Pierre didn’t stay on the ground for a long time, and his expression hardened, bringing up the stinging sensation on his lip and cheek. That had some power in it, and it was something that caught the Quebecoise unawares. But he wasn’t going to get caught this time. Never again will he let his guard down after such a deceiving act. The French-Canadian stood up straight away and immediately got right into her face. “So that’s you, huh?” Pierre snorted, speaking in a volume that is only audible for both of them. “That’s the real you. Finally dropping the act. You know, I wouldn’t have a problem with it if you haven’t tried peddling that cutesy idol BS before, la pute.” Pierre stepped into Koto-chan, as if he’s bullying her back a step.

“Je ne joue plus à vos jeux…chatte!”

Despite her... self-aware nature, Kotone didn't saw coming her kicking reflex, pretty much like the slap that she received, it all appeared surreal to her. By the time her actions actually sank in, Pierre was already talking to her and getting in her face. She heard him proclaiming that this was her true self and that the other stuff was "Some cutesy idol BS"... Once agains, she didn't realize that she was clenching her fist until her hands started to burn from the pain her nails caused in her palms.

Yeah, her French was rusty as fuck, but even with that, she knew that the Quebecoise just insulted her some more before telling her to bring it. Any sympathy that she could have gained from hitting him with her sole was completely shredded at that very moment, and her eyes probably told him just that.

"First of all... You don't know nothing about me!" Kicking the guy square in the jaw was already departing from her Idol persona quite a lot. But the next words that came from her would burn that image some more, and honestly she didn't even care at the moment. "And at least I know that you are a sad little man that can only run his mouth when a girl strikes back with more strength!"

The bluenette stopped her little rant as she felt Pierre's intent to make her to back off, as an instint from the memory of his palm slapping her face she did just that. Koto-chan stepped away rapidly, a simple run or hide instinct, that was interrupted by an even more primal impulse:

ATTACK!

With a quick jump, the girl impulsed her legs forward instantly after her leg pivot. Her entire body flipped in a matter of seconds, the same dominant feet that she marked in Pierre's cheek extended to kick the fighter again, this time in his jaw with what some nerds would recognize like a Spin Wheel Kick from a certain character in a very popular fighting game

“That’s what they all say!” Pierre shouted back. ‘You know nothing about me.’ How many times has he heard that? Too many times to count. So much deception, so many lies, so common of the lie that it kept coming over and over. It got annoying, infuriating even. In his own crazed mind, there was nothing that Koto-chan, or whatever that chick’s name is, could say that would deny the truth. All of the cutesy stuff was for show. All of that is for the horny addled minds that just crumble at the sight of a girl. These idiots are just easy to please! All the while Pierre has to play along for the ride? To just smile and take it?

Bullshit.

“C'est toujours ce qu'ils disent!” He kept on ranting the more he stepped forward, Kotone would stand her ground, her words quite unbecoming for an idol, or whatever she claims to be at this point. Though nothing would take away from the frenzied, manic look in his eyes. “Rien d'autre qu'un menteur! Tout de toi! Chacun d'entre vous!” At this point, he wasn’t speaking much of English but kept cursing in his native tongue. Everything just reached a breaking point. The French-Canadian's hands ran through his buzzcut hair, unable to see sense or even the color red at this point.

All of a sudden, the closeness that Pierre felt would soon disappear as Kotone stepped away, a lot faster than Pierre’s impending steps. He didn’t know what was her intention but the first thought was that she was running away. Which didn’t matter, the beserk Quebecois kept driving forward. Which all changed soon as Kotone leaped in the air. A slap like that was tricky to notice, he’d give that much credit to that damn Smurfette. But a spinning kick, let alone a spinning kick towards a man completely ready, however….

Well, that answer would be answered straight away soon as the crowd heard an audible smack. A second later, they realized that it didn’t come with the impact of the foot to face.

But rather foot to hand.

A tight hand, as Kotone would feel. Nobody would have expected the Crazed Cannuck to have that reflex, but her spinning wheel kick was stopped dead in its tracks a couple of inches away from his head. “C'est tout ce que vous êtes.” Frankly, the vice grip pretty much matched the enraged look on his face, as if he would crush Kotone’s ankle with his bare hands if he wanted to. “Un menteur….Un tricheur!! Un trompeur!!! Pourquoi ne peux-tu pas arrêter ça?!?” He seethed as he shook the foot around like a lunatic the more he ranted and raged uncontrollably.

Spinning around in such a exotic attire would no doubt be a bother for most, but Kotone was just used to it, and doing it mostly bare from her skimpy attire was way easier than doing it in heels or in a pompous dress that looked like a cloud of cotton and fabric. She was sure that she hit her objective with that kick, she has done it hundreds of times, hundreds of days since her memory worked. failure in a kick was simply not possible. And yet: "... Huh...?"

Confusion was followed instantly by dread, Pierre got her, hooked her ankle with his hand as if she was a fish that he managed to drag out of the water with ease. He looked really pissed, almost made it look like he was actually in a good mood up until now, and Koto was scared. "H-Hey... L-Let go!" No matter if she tried to get her leg back by forcing, he wasn't budging one inch. Pierre was just spitting some French curses to her person and looking as if he was gonna rip her entire leg off at any second.

Kicks were her main defense and offense, be it her Tae Kwon Do, or her Idol Dance. Getting caught like this was extremely uncomfortable to the bluenette idol, and especially enervating when the person that was literally holding her by the toe was so not a fan of her.

"I SAID LET GO!"

In a moment of fear-induced rage, Kotone decided to give in to fear and reflexes once again. Pierre looked like he was so out of it too, so her best chance would be to try and attack him while he was in his fit of rage against her. She pivoted on her remaining leg and shot it up to the Quebecois's other cheek, she was well aware that this was mostly the equivalent of a scared girl throwing her foot at a person's soft spots, but she was genuinely terrified and needed to get out quick.

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