First Star I See Tonight...

As the crowd in the AFW Arena chattered amongst itself in anticipation for the next match of the evening, from backstage a girl wearing a green uniform and orangeish hair came out from backstage. She had an attache case and made her way down the entrance ramp a little awkwardly. She searched around and when she found the roadies, she began to call them out. "Oi!, you lot! Can I get a carpet over the mat and the podium set up like we arranged?" The roadies looked at her in a confused manner but she swiftly opened the case and pulled out a piece of paper and showed it to them. The got to work swiftly, putting a black carpet over the mat set up a nice podium. Pleased with herself, she climbed up into the ring and when she got next to the Podium, the lights suddenly dimmed.

"Ladies an gentleman!" She said through a microphone she carried. Her tone carrying a very thick British accent and a slight hint of nervousness. "Please direct your attention to the arena entrance!" The lights went down completely and "Live and Let Die." Began to play over the arena. A spotlight shown on the curtain and when the song hit the first crescendo, out stepped a beautiful woman clad in a black uniform. She had sparkling blue eyes and long blond hair that cascaded down her back in ringlets. She strode down the ramp like she owned the place, tilting her head up as she smiled and strode with pride to the ring.

When she entered the ring, she took the microphone from the girl and stood near the podium. "Cheers everyone." She said in a smooth tone. 'You're all looking so lively tonight." She then lifted up her free hand and placed it on the girls as if she was petting her. "Forgive all this pomp, I find it terribly unnecessary but my assistant Pip insisted." She said as she nodded downward, indicating that was the girl. Only Pip could feel just how hard her head was being squeezed and wriggled as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I'm not 'ere to waste your time so I'll get to the point straight away. Inside this briefcase is a contract. As soon as I put ink to paper, I'll be the newest member of this little organization and hope, while I'm 'ere, that I can prove to be entertaining enough to hold your interest." She looked down at Pip and narrowed her eyes enough so that Pip and no one else could see her look. "If you'd be so kind, the case, Pip."

"Y-yes ma'am!" She said and opened the attache case and held it above her head. The woman took a piece of paper and pen and and scribbled her name on the contract. She set the pen down. "There you have it. Addyson Queensbury, newest member of Friction, latest employee of one ... Cassandra Sellers."

Addyson strolled away from the podium with the mic in her hand while Pip feverishly collected the paper work. "But I have a confession to make my lovely poppets. Invoking Ms. Sellers name was by no means arbitrary. You see I've come for reasons above and beyond giving you more than your money's worth at ta show. Ms. Sellers is a very dangerous woman. Setting aside what her stranglehold on this sport has done here in Japan and my own country of England, let's discuss what it done for you, or rather, how it has deprived you, the adoring fans.

"Wrestlers put their bodies on the line for a mere pittance of salary and in turn are treated worse than an alley dog begging for scraps. The tyranny here has even forced good wrestlers, good women to an early retirement. We all understand this is a dangerous sport but when there is no where else to go but here, girls are practically fighting in the streets just to get the chance at the spotlight. It warps the psyche, it changes someone. And do not think for a second that Ms. Sellers does not see, or worse yet, want this. Her decisions are proof enough that she encourages her wrestlers to break themselves for the sake of her and only her. Why else would she collude with such a cruel woman as Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt, a woman who cares only about the ends and not the means by which they are accrued. I've come to personally declare my intentions against them and I'm willing to do it the right way. I'll even beat them on their own terms and I'm not alone!"

Before I came here I did a little research and I found one of those broken beauties. It turns out that she was merely biding her time, waiting for an opportunity. She feels the same as I do. I believe all of you know her quite fondly so with that I will simply ask you to look towards the entrance as she needs no further introduction.' Addyson said as she smiled and pointed her hand towards the entrance.

At that moment the spot light hit the top of the rampway and rather quietly a figure appeared in a white cloak at the top of the ramp way... Her face and body was completely concealed. A blue gloved hand holding a microphone was brought up to the woman's lips from under the folds of the cloak to speak...

"...That's right suga... Ya not alone..."

As the cloaked figure spoke glitter started to fall from the ceiling in the colours of red, white and blue... Then the music kicked in, "smells like teen spirit" by Nirvana.. Most of the crowd was able to guess who it was that was hidden under that cloak and understood the sly look on Addyson's face... As the drums kicked in, the girl reached her other hand up to the top of the cloak and then in one clean sweep flung the cloak up and off clear of her body into the crowd... Revealing herself to be none other then the one and only Sandy Starlight, ex AFW champion.

The crowd cheers for the return of the legend as she made her way down to the ring dressed in her favoured wrestling attire, red white and blue. She rolled in under the bottom ropes and was up on her feet in a flash, hopping on her toes as took her place beside Addyson. She waited for the music to play its course and the crowd to calm down before pulling the microphone up to speak.

"I know what y'alls thinkin'.." She said in her southern belle accent "Mah new friend Addyson and me do kinda look like the odd couple when it comes ta pairin's... But as the ol' sayin' goes... The enemy of mah enemy is mah friend. Cassandra Sellers left me ta rot in the backstages o' AFW fer far too long while she sunk her talons inta AFW and shared out the pieces to her croonies like that new commissioner Lukretia.

Well AFW don't belong ta her... AFW belongs ta me.. It belongs ta mah friend Addyson here... It belongs ta every gal that steps inta this ring and sheds blood, sweat and tears but still respects the opponent that stands across from her... But most importantly, AFW belongs ta every one o' you fans out there that cheer us on!" The crowd seemed to approve of Sandy's rousing speech

"So right here and now, y'alls witnessin' a good ol' revolution against the dictators and purveyors of bad sportwomanship... It starts here with me and Addyson,  We're gonna seek only the strongest women with good sportwomanship and a distaste for Sellers and Von Creuzfeldt... And then *heh*, then we're goin' ta war in this 'ere ring!!!"

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Addyson clapped politely at Sandy's words. Pip, however, clapped with a bit more zeal, her bright eyes enamored with the starlet's words. The Brit then pulled up her microphone. "Well said. I concur with every sentiment. Sandy and those who we ally with will be the fighting arm of those who live under the boot of ruthless tyranny provided by Cassandra Sellers and those of her ilk. We are the Soldier Stars, if you will. "

"That being said, recruitment is limited to those who have been scrutinized by us personally. Only those who are fit enough to fight in full force against the enemies at hand, and those others who would take up arms against us during the conflict, should even bother to inquire." Addyson looked directly into the camera and glared at it with authority as she spoke her next line. "I assure you, you do not know the full scope of what we are trying to undertake. This is no job for the feint of heart."

The crowd cheered in celebration... But somewhere, there was a woman that was not celebrating. She sat somewhere in a luxurious large office room deep in the center of AFW central behind an ebony desk with the television on, showing the promo with Sandy Starlight and Addyson Queensbury in the middle of the ring. She reach for the remote and promptly switched the television off before slamming her fist down on the table in announce.

There was a moment of thought, this woman always thought best when she remained calm... And after a few moments she got it. Pressing on the intercom she spoke in a calm and collect voice, directed at the secertary

"Please can you step into my office for a moment, I wish you to take memo on a message I wish to be delivered to Addyson Queensbury immediately." The reception was only just able to respond to the request before she was cut off... That response was:

"Yes Ms. Sellers..."


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