How shall you lose? Kanda Kaya vs Shad Owens.

Hentai submission/ Humiliation: make your opponent submit either through pain or pleasure. Submission may be done through tapping out but Humiliation must be through verbal.

Every so often, everyone get an itch or an urge. There is something they want to do and it dominates most of their thoughts. That was how Shad had been feeling the past couple of days. His job for the most part was to play manager and promoter to his lovely wife. She occupied most of the matches that the couple recieved. Normally that was enough, normally that was ok. Not now though. The AFW needed reminders every now and then that he was a force just as dangerous as Rebecca.

That was why he found himself lacing up his black leather boots one last time as he waited to be called. His silver and black resting on his runner's body, his smirk as omnipresent as ever. It was good for him to step into the ring, and this was one of his favorite matches. He was no fighter, given an option he would always chose the easiest and best option towards winning, often that meant bending or even breaking the rules to get what he want. No he was no fighter...he was a winner and it's about time the world remembered that.

As his music began to play he sauntered out onto the stage. A small segment if the less savory fans cheered him on, but mostly he was greeted with boos and insults and crystal of "Shad Sucks". That was ok, let then throw words at him, he did not care. Once he made it into the ring he gave a low sweeping bow to the audience, almost to mock then then settled into his corner to wait, dodging a drink cup thrown by some overzealous fan. "This is going to be fun."

Kanda envied the other girls in the stable a little. They were making triumphant returns to the ring after a long time away... on business. But not her. She had passed on a few opportunities for debuts, but they had all felt beneath her. She was a skilled martial artist and world famous fitness model. She had ad sponsorships, damnit! But now time had taken its toll, the endorsement money was all gone, the victories of old forgotten, and the fame withered away. Lily told her she had a match for her and she took it without hesitation. She was almost delighted to find out that it was against a worthy opponent, or someone she would have deemed so before. It was time to see if she was still worthy of her old reputation.

Kanda Kaya:

The arena was lit up with pinks and purples as an upbeat Thai pop-rock song started. The overhead screen showed vague and flickering footage mostly showing extreme close-ups of Kanda's toned and naked body, cutting away just as the pan teased showing anything too intimate. A glimpse of the edge of a breast or the crease of her pelvis but no closer to the good stuff. And never her face. Her name only appearing at the end.

As this played she did her best runway walk down the ramp. She wore a iridescent bikini top with straps wrapping around her abdomen and light weight, loose fitting pants with the same shimmering quality. Reaching the bottom of the ramp she stopped to flex and perform a vertical split to the delight of the crowd. They had no idea who she was, but most of them didn't really care. The music died as her name was displayed. She broke her pose and bounded up the apron and hopped the ropes into the ring.

Bouncing on wrapped feet she moved to her corner, finally looking at her opponent. "This should be fun." She mutters to herself, feeling some of her old confidence returning.

Although hid smirk never wavered in the slightest, Shad inwardly was cackling with delight. These wrestler ls that were so confident in their sexiness or sexual skill were some of the most fun to break if you could find the right button to push...and Shad absolutely loved pushing buttons. After she entered the Ring she moved up to her, playing the rogue as he normally did. "Greetings and salutations to you fair and lovely Kanda. Truly, words cannot express the joy at getting to behold your radiance for myself. Tis so unfair that out first meeting must be mared by such dark clouds as this match we are destined to do battle in. Still try not to win too quickly, or else no one will see you shine." He would attempt to take her hand in his own, his words laced with his own seductive Italian accent, and kiss the top of her hand. The audience would be yelling warnings, but if he had played his cards right she would have her attention on him...not them.

Kanda shifted into a guarded stance, hands raised in front of her face and her footing square as the man approached her. And then he started talking. The look of tense focus on her face shifted slowly, her expression twisting in confusion as he swept in as suavely as possible. This tactic would have worked like a charm on one of the hams of the stable, who loved to hear themselves talk. For all of her glamour and glitz, even if faded with time, Kanda was always more of one to be seen... or felt, rather than heard.

Her guard lowers only slightly as she smirks at him patronizingly. "Heh, I'll try to make a good show of it." Not exactly disarmed, she met his outstretched hand with only a snapping gesture, tapping the back of her hand against his. She had considered just trying to kick him in the head, but this wasn't an industry that smiled on quick KOs.

There was a method to Shad's theatrics. Everything he did told him a little bit more about his opponent, the way they talk, act, even think. How they reacted to him being himself told him more than they would care to imagine. This little exchange suggested to him thst she was a proud, confident woman who figured herself at the top of her class. Perfect, these were the fun ones to break.

"Yes my dear...do try to make it a good show." As he turned to return to his corner, he felt the reassuring feel of his tools hidden both in his back pocket, under his wristband, and in him right boot. And of course some other tricks he had secreted around the ring...yes, he was going to enjoy breaking this "Kanda". He settled into the corner and when the bell rung he would not move, but wait for her to come to him. He planned to dash to the side and begin working the legs of his opponent with kicks of his own.

Kanda was always the cool, quiet sort that preferred to remain aloof if at all possible. She felt it made her seem mysterious, or perhaps even a little dangerous. It also doubled as a means of evading socially awkward situations; you didn't have to think of something witty to say if no one expected you to talk. It didn't work as well for making one a sensation in the ring, however, and Lily regularly tried to get her to break this habit. So far to no avail.

Settling back into her corner she watched him as he returned to his own. At the sounding of the bell she set her guard up again and practically dancer her way towards the center of the ring with bouncing steps that caused small jiggles in her heavy breasts. A sports bra would have contained them better, but she had made the concession for the sake of sex appeal. After a moment she'd find that her opponent did not come out to meet her, but rather just loiter in his corner.

After a few seconds it would become awkward waiting, the audience yelling contradictory demands. Some cautioned her against taking the obvious bait, others were simply impatient and wanted to see some action. She couldn't simply wait him out... it was bad for ratings. Well, if she was going to take the bait she may as well make a show of it. Half turning from him she raised a hand and turned her face to look at the audience to either side of her.

She didn't speak, but the gesture seemed to quell some of their shouting with expectation. Turning her back on Shad she would take a chance and perform a couple of quick back handsprings in an unusual charge, meaning to end with an upside-down splash against the turnbuckle. Go big or go home, right?

An impressive display of acrobatics indeed, and most fighters would not have been able to react in time. But speed and reaction was ever Shad game plan. Instead of trying to get around her, he ducked down and slid to the apron, out if the way of her impressive attack. Then hopefully before she could reorient herself, he would slide bsck in to the ring a smile on his face. "Truly a magnificent attack, brave I say. Got any other flips to show me." His first step was to break through that shell, break the cool veneer she put on and get her mad. After all angry was an easy emotion to exploit. So he would not attack, but get ready to dodge to the side again, let the crowd complain, he really did not care.

The downside of all of that flipping about, beyond being a tremendous waste of energy, was that it built up a lot of momentum that she couldn't easily abort. It was also difficult to track your target's movements while you're toppling end over end, resulting in Kanda bouncing hard off of the turnbuckles as Shad slipped out of the way. It was a firm blow to her body, but you had to expect that when throwing yourself in for a splash, resulting in more injury to her pride than her body.

Ending in a handstand with her body pressed to the ring post, Kanda sheepishly reversed direction. Her lithe body arched until her feet returned to the mat and she was able to snap herself upright again.

Now it was her with her back to the corner, which was not somewhere she really wanted to stay. Then her opponent's patronizing barbs adding to her desire to inflict a little harm and fight her way out of this position. With a little smirk she leaned back against the top turnbuckle with her arms resting on the ropes to either side, "You want to see flips? Yeah, I've got one to show you."

Pushing herself up she would attempt to hop up into a springboard and fling herself at Shad feet first, trying to Hurricanrana them out of the corner. This sort of lucha libre stuff wasn't her strong suit, but she liked anything that let her utilize her long legs.

He tracked her movements all throughout her little tirade, apparently his words were beginning to open up a little bit of a nerve here. As she launched herself at him, he once again moved to the side, but this time he had underestimated how long those gorgeous legs were and misjudged his timing. Instead if getting caught in a hurricanrana her right foot would connect with his shoulder as she flew by, causing him to stumble back in pain and drop to a knee. Hopefully she had missed that, but still that was sloppy work on his part. So with his face throbbed from where it had been struck he would back up one more time before zooming forward, looking to catch her as she rose with a flying roundhouse kick to the stomach.

Kanda wasn't a high flyer and these acrobatics were not something she did nearly enough practice on. This would teach her not to overreach in her improvisation, and that her innate talent would only take her so far. She felt her foot collide with flesh, but not in the way she had intended. Missing the catch her body crashed down to the mat with a bounce and a short grunt from the force of the impact.

Still she landed as well as she could and recovered quickly, pushing herself back up to her feet to face her opponent. Getting caught on her back was not high on her agenda tonight. And unfortunately for her she stood up right into a powerful kick to her taut abdomen. She let out another short gasp as she was knocked backwards, nearly falling before she caught herself by throwing an arm over the top rope. The other arm clutched her stomach reflexively as she scrambled to pull herself upright and regain her footing.