House Arrest (Juna Crawford vs Kurt Vander)

"It's not fair, it's so not fair!"

"Yeah! How come mom won't let us watch your first ever match in the ring?"

The police cadet gave a sympathetic look at her younger twin siblings, each trying to wrestle each other to occupy the screen of her photo.

"C'mon you two, you're already up past your bedtimes to wish me luck! I know it feels like she's being strict, but she doesn't want you both exhausted tomorrow from a lack of sleep." Not to mention the fact that AFW tended to host matches of a more...lewd nature than atypical wrestling. And Ken and Nana were far too young to watch content like that.

"Awww...well, you'd better send us a video to watch when you've mopped the floor with whatever poor sap you're up against, sis! Promise?"

"Alright, alright, I promise. Pinky swear, even." A PG-edited friendly version, of course.

"Yay! Good luck out there, Juna! We love you!"

"Love you both!" The video cut as the call ended and Juna placed it to one side, casting her eyes over her dressing room mirror. A pink-haired girl stared back at her, almost unrecognisable from the wrestling attire she was currently wearing. She was used to sparring sessions and training matches, but this was her first full blown debut in front of a live audience. But rather than being nervous, Juna felt...excited. She'd always been fiery, whether in tennis or any other kind of contest, and wrestling was no different in that regard. And she knew Lloyd Bannings was a part of this federation. If she made a big impact here, he'd surely take notice of her! He'd reach out, and perhaps even offer to involve her in whatever investigation he was conducting! The thought of working alongside her hero was such a dizzying prospect, she had to remind herself that nothing was set in stone...yet. First things first. Make a good impression and everything would naturally fall into place from there!

*knock knock*

"Ms Crawford? It's time for your match. Please make your way to the arena."

Finally! The female firebrand grinned as she bolted to the door and swung it open, heeding the instruction to head down the corridor towards the arena as her theme starts to kick in. And when she emerges onto the entrance ramp, she's given a thunderous welcome by the audience. Juna grins in appreciation and salutes the crowd before making her way down to the ring, taking hold of the bottom rope as leverage to climb up onto the apron before swinging into the squared arena with the aid of the top rope. The feisty cadet rolling as she hits the floor before popping up to her feet, receiving another cheer from the appreciative crowd. From there, Juna would move to her corner and discard the jacket and military beret, stretching her arms and legs as she awaits for the unknown opponent she's due to be sharing the ring with tonight...

Spoiler:

"Hmm, it's bigger than we thought it would be..."

"Yeah, but that's just how Kurt prefers his to be. It should still fit though~..."

Wayward wrestlers casually strolling throughout the hallways could perhaps overhear the muffled conversation taking place within one particular AFW dressing room and walk away with elaborate interpretations about what was transpiring inside. Moreso if they recognized the fabled House Of Vander nameplate brandished against the wooden door, a respectable publication cherished worldwide for its appreciation of the female form through alluring titillation, tasteful swimsuit issues and thought provoking written articles that fans of the magazine tended to overlook more than anything else. However, despite whatever hedonistic envisionings clouded the minds of those passerby’s, they may have been sorely disappointed to learn the mundane truth of the matter. Which was that inside the dressing room was merely Kurt's two lady friends, Louise and Sandy, discussing the size of the young master's freshly tailored robe that he intended to wear for his professional wrestling debut in front of a live audience. Both of them moving on to adjusting their tops and discussing if it puffs their boobs out enough, all while the Man Of The Hour himself would come sauntering out of the shower with a towel tightened around his waist, wrapping an arm around their respective waists and snuggling up beside them to a girlish giggle on their part. "I'd say everything looks perfect~...Now come on, we've only got a few more minutes till showtime..."

Kurt With His Lovely Ladies:

Situated photographers having been given permission to be there had now lined up on both sides of the ramp in time to catch the beginning of Kurt's theme starting to play. Fluttering dollar bills wafting throughout the monolithic screens interspersed with the shadows of fulsome supermodels in seducing poses and the words House Of Vander shining in golden lettering all throughout. Sauntering down the entrance ramp with a confident swagger as was expected of anyone being escorted with buxom beauties beside him, Kurt arrived with a gleaming smile and the marine blue robe bearing his initials on the front pocket. Louise and Sandy endearingly attached to the young master as his fawning arm candy, swaying their hips after being hurried along to ringside by pats on their backsides from Kurt. Ringside cameramen catching the perky duo take a second to embrace eachother with traveling hands, teasing a kiss between their luscious lips~...but would simultaneously wink for the cameras instead and ascend the ring apron together. The duo widening the gap in the ring ropes for Kurt Vander now entering to a jubilantly applauding reception, playing to the audience with a blown kiss as the two supermodels unfurled his robe for him and exited the ring afterwards. A strapping physique unveiled as well as his amoristic wrestling attire as the casanova started approaching the middle of the ring to meet his date for the evening. "Hmm, not many can pull an alluring femininity in army fatigues, but I have to say you pull it off magnificently. Kurt Vander, at your service~..." Kurt's compliment coming with an offered rose and handsome smile.

Disrobed~...:

In hindsight, the mass of paparazzi lining up between the entrance ramp with cameras at the ready should have been the first sign that clued Juna in as to the peculiarity of her opponent. The monitor flashed images of dollar bills and shadows of scantily clad models before a blue haired male in a luxurious robe emerged into the arena, accompanied with two girls who Juna could only describe as 'groupies.' They played to the flashing lens of the photographers and fawned over their male master as they arrived at ringside, opening the ropes for the man to slip through into the ring. Juna could not help but roll her eyes at the sight of him blowing a kiss to the audience, no doubt winning over the hearts of impressionable young female fans. But she had to admit, when his arm candy disrobed him, he possessed a significantly toned body. Well, he might still just be a pretty face. And a pretty face it was.

He introduced himself with a flourish, a rose extended towards her with a charming smile. The pink-haired girl felt a slight blush as he complimented her attire, and so Juna made sure to stare at the rose while she deliberated her answer. Then, after a long silence, she scoffed. "'Service'? If you're really at my service, you could just lie down and let me pin you for a quick and easy win. And your compliments won't be enough to sway me. I have more restraint than certain other girls. Her eyes flashed towards the two girls on the outside of the ropes, letting them know exactly what she thought of them. In fact, she might as well address them along with Kurt.

"Seriously, don't you floozies know you deserve better than prancing around being at the beck and call of some guy? Just because he might preen to the cameras and make sure his hair is out of place! And those outfits! They're so tacky, and leave little to the imagination! Don't either of you have any pride? The colours are a complete eyesore as well. I mean, yellow and blue can sometimes work, but it's all about co-ordination, y'know? And another thing!..."

Juna was so caught up in her rambling that she didn't even register the ringing of the bell to declare the match was officially underway. She was too busy ranting away at Kurt's girls to pay much attention to the casanova himself.

Publicity and notoriety always were two of Kurt's more exceptional strong-suits when it came around to handling the marketing aspects of the family business, and connections within local media alongside AFW executives enabled him carte blanche in regard to advertising his in-ring debut tonight. Fortunately for the swarthy casanova, convincing the majority of the paparazzi to attend his debut was mere child's play considering his own inherent popularity. Not to mention that the association with his own particular brand of Gentleman's Magazine innately piqued the interest of those wondering just how salacious this match would become. Kurt certainly couldn't outright guarantee the match would meet such lofty expectations, but he'd absolutely give it the old college try. Meanwhile at ringside, Kurt's alluring ladies started offering signed headshots of the handsome Vander to smitten ladies in the audience swarming over themselves to receive one of their own. Although both Louise and Sandy would cease what they were doing when noticing they were being sternly addressed to from Juna in the ring. Confused blinking taking place between them as they wondered if they missed a memo or something and Juna was due to wrestle them instead...

However, the duo was beginning to scowl from the floozie remark and barbed commentary about their fashion sense...all while her actual adversary for the night was finding himself uncharacteristically shunned, even with the ringbell having long since chimed in the background. The casanova flicking his fingers to have the rose disappear like magic and easing the duo's tension with a calm smile and hand gesture signaling that he'll handle this. Juna's scolding sermon upended by the playboy circling one arm around her back with the other clasping their hands together as it they were about to tango. A close embrace taken with their bodies flush together until dipping the police cadet backward, appreciating the emerald shine in her eyes in the split second before appreciating her lips moreso. A masterful smooch known to bring ladies to Cloud Nine gifted to Juna and silencing her endless lecturing much to the audience's fervent approval. Kurt then parting the soothing liplock with warm breaths still exchanged between them. "Neglect me at your own peril, my dear. Quite the rebellious spitfire it seems, as if I tasted of that fire myself just know. Heh, you may disparage my entourage's outfits, but I'm starting to think you'd look most fetching in them~..."

Those who knew her well could easily testify that Juna was never one to stop once she was in the middle of the rant. The subjects of her particular ire were Kurt's lovely ladies, almost completely forgetting the blue haired playboy himself despite him being her opponent. Eventually, the Vander heir decided to take matters into his own hands. Reaching an arm around her back while the other clasped her palm, almost like they were about to conduct an elegant waltz. Juna didn't seem to even comprehend what was happening until Kurt arced her backwards, leaning down to silence the police cadet's waxing with his own lips-

-and suddenly Juna's mind short-circuited. Her eyes stretched wide, and she fell silent to the cheers of both Kurt's ladies and the audience themselves, grateful he had finally made Juna shut up, even with an unorthodox method such as this. The pink haired girl's face burned red and seemed only to intensify as Kurt eventually relented, breaking the lip-lock and peering down into her glassy eyes like a prince captivating a lovestruck girl. He would feel Juna's body tremble in his hands, as she made a splutter of noises-

"PERVERT!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Her shriek loud enough to shatter windows, Juna's free hand would lash out, aiming to slap Kurt directly in the face for the audacity of stealing her first kiss in such a manner!

Unintentional though it was, Kurt's breathtaking rebuttal to Juna's moralistic jabbering actually garnered a significant degree of cheering appreciation from anyone within immediate earshot and whomever was witnessing this live broadcast around the world. The Suave Playboy being all too accustomed to sweeping ladies off their floor, literally if necessary, and he got the distinct sensation that he shouldn't have any further issues being Juna's center of attention throughout the rest of the match. A scene out of a harlequin romance novel taking place as he lovingly tasted of the spitfire's tender lips before parting ways with a sparkled glimmer in his eyes and the envious swooning of other ladies within the arena~...

...which squinted immediately from the ear-piercing shriek echoing all throughout the arena. An audience member's glasses cracking in the split-second before Kurt narrowly caught the hand intended to deliver a walloping smack. "Whoa there!!! So much for having more restraint than other girls. Guess that's the thanks I get for just tryin to help ya loosen up, Juney. Come on, it just you and me on the ballroom dance floor tonight, and I hope you don't mind if I lead this tango~..." Kurt standing the pair back up and preceding to have a romantic waltz with Juna and puppeteering her all around while holding her tightly, but abandoning the facade in the middle of the ring with a wink before tacking on a leaping Tango DDT~...

Not many girls would testify that their ideal first kiss experience would be in a wrestling match, particularly against a casanova playboy. Some. But not many. The fact that Kurt had chosen such a tactic to silence Juna's monologue with was insulting enough, but what really made her insides burn was that it felt like he had taken something from her that she could never reclaim. Plus, she flustered. As such, a sharp slap to knock sense into and audacity out of her foe seemed like a logical, if spontaneous solution. But she never got the satisfying feel of her palm clapping Kurt's face. For the handsome blue-haired stud had managed to seize her hand just before it left a stinging handprint on his unblemished cheek. Louise and Sandy looking relieved, but also shouting at Juna for having the 'nerve' to try and harm Kurt's immaculate features.

"L-Loosen me up?! You just STOLE my first kiss, you asshole!!" She shot back at his relaxed, suave demeanour. "Where does a chauvinist like you get off forcing himself on a lady's personal space?! And don't call me Juney!!!" Taking particular umbrage with that last one, as though it were some kind of special pet name he had given her. And then, Kurt forced the girl to stand up straight with him, fingers interlocked with her own, the other hand upon her waist as he guided the unwilling girl across with the ring with him in an unorthodox waltz!

"H-Hey!! Stop this, get your mitts off me-" But her protests were drowned out by Kurt's loyal girls at ringside drumming up applause and cheers for the romantic display, as if the pair were attending their own personal ballroom dance. Juna doing her best to wriggle free, futile though it was, as she regarded Kurt with an intense death glare for putting her in this position. Finally, he paused with her, in the middle of the ring. "Ugh, thank god, NEVER do that agai-" She'd be cut off as Kurt leapt up, seizing her head and driving her down into the canvas for a Tango DDT!

BAM!!

"Ugh!!!" The military girl's face impacting the canvas, her body flopping on reaction before lying there, clutching her forehead. "You...wannabe playboy...!"

Gratitude from Juna may have been asking a lot considering the circumstances, but Kurt certainly didn't expect outright indignation from what he judged was one of his more scintillating lip-lock techniques. Absolutely not his best, but the suave playboy withholds those for special occasions. And he assumed Juna wasn't quite ready for that degree of scintillating intimacy just yet. Besides, his primary goal with taking Juna's breathe away like that was to stifle that incessant chatter of hers over anything else. Unfortunately, the swarthy lothario's plans went up in smoke once Juna started hollering to the heavens afterward regardless. Not even a swaying waltz by a certified dance champion could tranquilize the ornery pinkette being ushered around the ring in a tango. Kurt's buxom entourage rallying the audience in their leader's favor as scores of ladies envisioned trading places with the police cadet squirming for freedom all throughout.

Kurt's Tango DDT being the last resort when it comes to quelling the irate pinkette in his arms, and thankfully that seemed to do the trick after the playboy crowned Juna onto the ring canvas. Kurt swiveling around to one knee beside the languishing cadet. "Huh...You'll have to excuse me than. I merely assumed a beauteous spitfire like you had already crossed lips with another at least once. Certainly seemed like you were enjoying it in the moment though~..." Kurt quipped as he reached down to clasp onto Juna's arm as he ascended to his feet, tenderly guiding his adversary upward to do the same until she was once again in his embrace. Whispered words hushed into her ear as her bosom bloomed against his pectorals. "So what should I call you than? Cause I'm all ears since it looks like you might be falling for this wannabe playboy~..." Kurt punctuated these final words by clenching on a waistlock, and hefting Juna into a crotch targeting Atomic Drop and release afterwards.