Ayumi vs Kasumi

Normal ring and match type
Victory conditions: Pinfall, submission.

The fans were anxious today for their match, just like any in the AFW, wanting to see two women contend to the best of their ability, to see who was in fact the strongest. However, when Ayumiâ€s song played through the speakers, the fans immediately knew that today was going to be anything but a normal match! Even more strange was that as the girlâ€s music played she was… no where to be seen…?

A delayed reaction, the fighter was actually still back stage for the time being, not even aware of her fight. She was a thin girl, just over five and a half feet, her skin deathly pale, like she was sick or something. Her hair was a dark violet, matching along well with her white and pale purple maidâ€s dress which reached down with a few frills to her knees, with thigh high, white and purple striped stockings. Complete with a little bonnet and a large ribbon in the back, the violet eyed maid looked like she should have belonged in a mansion doing house work, and not a wrestling ring! Ironically enough though, she wasnâ€t in either, as she currently sat with her legs crossed on the backstage bench, rocking back and forth a little as she was muttering something to herself, sorting through a small case that contained a variety of different colored pills of odd shapes and sizes. Suddenly, when her music played, she turned to the side, tilting her head a little as her violet eyes seemed to sparkle with a childish curiosity.

“…Whatâ€s that Mr. Murphy? You think I should go with the red one? Oooh, and there are voicy-woicys calling me? Hee-heee… okaysies~” With a psychotic grin, she took a few last pills, including the red one, and tucked them away. A few between her breasts, a few down the back end by the edge of her panties, a few in the back of the apron to her dress, and then the last one, a clear, yellow capsule, she popped in her mouth, and actually bit into it with a dull but satisfying crunch. Almost immediately the girlâ€s eyes dilated and widened, and she spring from the bench. Going for a run, she took three steps, only to realize she was going the wrong way, and in a lazy looking turn, her legs shifting before her whole torso twisted and followed almost like a cartoon character, she went the other way.

Finally, after her music played for about 15 seconds, and the fans were left clueless as to where the manic maid had gone, she finally made her entrance. The girl had only fought once here before, and although she had a good match, she had a rather humiliating loss. However… she of course didnâ€t remember it, nor did she right now even realize she was really being in a fight, as she started to skip down the ramp like she was frolicking in the forest. Reaching the ring, nearly stumbling in the end, she slid in with a big grin, like it was some sort of game, actually giggling to herself, and like a reanimated corpse, she sprung to her feet, before stumbling a bit to a random corner. Fans still cheered none the less, they knew a match with Ayumi was certainly going to be unique, but most were just terribly confused more than anything at the drugged up maid, not sure what to think of the violet loony.

Right as Ayumi's music stopped playing, some rather generic rock began playing over the speakers. It signaled the arrival of a newbie, who hadn't even chosen a proper song yet. And a newbie Kasumi was. It had only been a few days since she had her first match, which ended in her loss. She had been beaten pretty badly, put up against an opponent larger and stronger than her, but still managed to hold her ground for a while. She had impressed many with her skill and her determination, and received many an appreciative cheer as she walked down the ramp. That, and many of the people in the crowd wondered what her cute little body looked like under those clothes. Most people knew that Kasumi was a well trained and serious fighter, but how would she do against an insane, drugged up maid?

As Kasumi made her way into the ring, she noticed something odd about her opponent. "She looks sick..." Kasumi wondered, "What's wrong with her?" She noticed some red dots, and a few purple splotches on her opponent's arm. "Those marks look familiar..." Kasumi thought. She racked her memory, and suddenly remembered. The odd sickly look, the splotched on her arm. "Is she high?" Kasumi wondered out loud. It certainly looked as if Ayumi was a druggie.

"Umm, hello there," Kasumi said, a little bit apprehensive, "I am Kasumi Tsuji, and you are?"

High was in fact an understatement for Ayumi, as the maid had herself pent up on a variety of different drugs at the moment. After being through so many drugs in her teenage years, Ayumi had found it harder and harder to get that rush she needed, and had to cope with taking more pills, stronger kinds, and had just been through more kinds that an expert could even classify. She never minded though, she sucked those things down like candy, and honestly, in her mind, that was practically how she had seen it

Kasumi at first really did seem to have a right to be concerned. She had a sickly look to her pale skin, and the number of bruises along her arm did in fact lead to the deduction that she had just taken a few hits recently, the young woman was clearly stuck in a rush of drugs. Her murky skin tone along her face already trickling a droplet of sweat as she licked her lips, smiling in anticipation as a small pit of saliva leaked from the corner of her mouth. She looked like a rabid dog, confused, but eager. However, when Kasumi spoke her name, those violet orbs blinked a few times, and looked at Kasumi, not even realizing she was hear since the maid was looking to the side.

‘Whoa! Whereâ€d she come from? Hee-hee… sheâ€s maaaaagic~†Giggling to herself a little as she heard Kasumiâ€s introduction, the made suddenly smiled to her, and not in a threatening manner. “Ka-su-mi~ Ehee-hee… fuuuun name.” She chimed before bending back in what looked like an uncomfortable manner, enough to face her head up towards the ceiling as she moved her upper body back like it was liquid. She hung like that for a second, like a half broken tree in the wind, before snapping back up in attention, her smile even bigger as she pointed a slender finger at her face. “Iâ€m Ayumi~ Can we play?!” Her whole personality was just… unsettling. However, for a druggy, she certainly came off friendly. Sure, most people would feel uneasy around her, but her cheery, playful facade was probably enough to put Kasumiâ€s worries away a bit. Despite the drugs, Ayumi never was one to take things too seriously, so at least it would be a friendly match …right?

Kasumi was a bit more than freaked out at this point. Her first match had been against someone who was rather normal, at least in wrestler terms. Now she was put against someone obviously not in her fight mind, drugged out of her wits, a freak. Kasumi almost backed off as Ayumi approached her, but held her ground. She was a fighter, the heir to the Tsuji dojo. She would not back down!

"Ayumi-dono," she said, "I... I hope we can have a good match!" She quickly bowed to her opponent, then slipped into a fighting stance. Her opponent shouldn't be here, fighting. She should be in a hospital!

Oh she seemed like she was going to be fun~! She was a cute little package, and the slight hesitance she had at first, followed by the bow and that fighting stance, it all seemed to spark Ayumiâ€s interest, knowing it was time to play a game together~ Hmm… but she said a match? What did she mean about that? Come to think of it, why was she hear in the first place? She was just following the music, and she could have sworn she saw ‘Mr. Murphy†here in this strange looking square before. Even more interesting was that she could feel…. grass? And what was with the four, short trees lines up so neatly in a square? …And whoâ€s big idea was it to tie long ropes around them? Wow, the people around here were weird to make such a thing, but it had to have a reason for it, right? Maybe it was a landing station for the aliens?! …Wait, no, if that was the case, then that still didnâ€t explain what she meant by ‘match.†And the noise of those hundreds of flies and mosquitoes circling around them, it was so annoying!

Completely oblivious to her own hallucination, she didnâ€t even get herself ready, even as the match was about to begin. Then again… without really having her own true stance, nor realizing a match was about to begin, Ayumi just staggered back a bit, feeling her head begin to swirl from the pill she took just before coming her, the effects starting to finally kick in. Ayumiâ€s movements were… odd, like watching a drunk woman try to keep their balance. And from time to time, it looked like she would fall backward, but instead her body just moved like liquid, moving in every direction as she became an unpredictable target.

Even stranger, the bell had suddenly rang, and yet… she didnâ€t attack. Instead, she gave a rather amused giggle, blinking slow for a moment before she snapped her head forward while she was leaning back, looking at Kasumi with a strange and confused gesture, but still smiling… even with her tongue sticking out just slightly between her lips. “What was that noisy-woisy?” She asked like a total dimwit despite her surprisingly cute tone, completely oblivious to what was going on as Kasumi had her moment to strike.

Kasumi stared a moment at her opponent in confusion. "Is she serious?" Kasumi thought, "How could they let someone as sick as she is fight here?" But still, a match was a match. Kasumi decided to spare the girl a long fight and try to end this quickly. She was more than a little freaked out by what she saw here, and wondered what kind of other people made AFW their home.

"Prepare yourself!" Kasumi yelled, charging forward. "Or better yet, don't," Kasumi thought. She wanted to end this fast. She would dash in right up to Ayumi, duck down low, and shoot upwards with a powerful uppercut to Ayumi's chin, trying to deck the girl and hopefully KO her.

The word ‘serious†was something that Ayumi rarely understood, and in this case, it was no different, as the violet maid seemed completely oblivious to her surroundings. Hardly even aware of Kasumi, the only thing really on her mind right now was playing a game, or having some fun here in the ‘jungle†that she saw around her. But, when Kasumi shouted out, those two, violet eyes turned to look at Kasumi, blinking obliviously at what she witnessed. “Hmmm?” Tilting her head a little to the side, she looked like a deer in headlights, only smiling and standing strait into the path of Kasumiâ€s punch, like she didnâ€t even see it as a threat. It would seem like the girlâ€s attack would hit head on, and take her down.

“Whoopsie~!” But then, just as her punch was about to connect, Ayumi leaned back, giggling to herself as she bent her back all the way at the hips, putting her upper body at a ninety degree angle, once again demonstrating her… disturbing flexibility, her center of balance just as questionable as it looked more like she broke her back more than anything. The whole time she was smiling and laughing to herself like an oblivious idiot, and even worse, as she bent back, her left leg shot strait up. An upward, rising kick came from her as she tilted back, shooting her leg strait up, showing how loose and flexible she was, her legs practically doing a split as it pointed strait up, briefly flashing her purple and white striped panties to the crowd, which matched her stockings as well, hugging her pale skin snuggly. The rise in her kick though wasnâ€t just for show, as the tow of her heeled shoe would collide right into Kasumiâ€s chin, much like how she was trying to do to Ayumi, but with her fist. Ayumiâ€s blow wasnâ€t incredibly hard, but it was still a good strike to knock Kasumi around a little.

Kasumi's eyes widened when her opponent bent backwards like a freak out of a horror movie, stunned at how quickly Ayumi dodged the blow. She didn't notice Ayumi's leg shooting upwards until it was almost too late. Kasumi saw it coming just in time to tilt backwards herself, so that the blow merely grazed her chin. She didn't have as much flexibility or balance as Ayumi, however, and fell onto the mat. However, her legs kicked outwards and managed to strike Ayumi's leg, the only thing holding her up...

This was all just a game for Ayumi, and now, Kasumi was a part of it as the two were in the ring. Even as the drugged up maid failed to take this seriously, there was something about her movements that seemed lucid, unnatural, but flowing, as if fighting a practitioner of drunken fist. With Kasumiâ€s knowledge of certain forms of karate, she may begin to notice, especially with what happened next.

Kasumiâ€s kick went out to take Ayumi down, tripping out the only thing that held the maid up. But as she fell backwards she was still… laughing? “Weeee~” Like a child at a park, she enjoyed the fall, coming down to the mat on her back. But with her fall she rolled with it, landing on her rear force before using the momentum to just lay out onto her back. It stung a little, and the mat shook, but she softened the blow quite well, her body uncurling in the fall as she laid out on her back, even going so far as to put one hand on the side of her head, resting an elbow on the mat as she turned sideways. She lied there nonchalant, her head seeming to bob a little back and forth as she lied on the mat, looking more like she was reclining on her side on the couch than in a ring. “Heeee… what do ya call that?” She asked, not even fighting as she lied there on the mat, her guard looking like it was down for the time being.

Kasumi wasn't the type to attack a downed opponent. She was an honorable fighter trained in a dojo; attacking opponents on the ground, incapable of defending themselves, wasn't honorable. She quickly got up and settled into a defennsive stance. However, Ayumi wasn't getting up. She just lay on the mat, giggling like a madwoman, freaking Kasumi out.

"What's wrong with you?" Kasumi asked. She walked over to Ayumi and extended a hand, hoping the pull the girl up, hoping that Ayumi was honorable enough not to strike at her.