Shiori Nakamura vs Freia Kagami

Standard Match
Terms of Victory - PinFall, Submission or K.O.

It was one of the last matches of the night. Shiori was sitting in the lockers room, wearing a black vest that left her underboobs exposed, a red plaid skirt, black elbow fingerless gloves and matching thigh high boots, while a red plaid beret rested on top of her head. While from behind it looked like she was mentally preparing herself for her match, a front look would allow you to know the truth; she was playing videogames. Right now, she was just about to defeat a great boss in one of her favorite games. So, when they told her it was her turn to come out, she didnt appear right away. It'd take her a few minutes to finish the fight and reach a save point. Once she did, she put her handheld system back into her bag and stood up, ready to show up. She walked out of the backstage, and just then they'd start playing her theme song.

"Sad Memory" from the videogame "Tales of the World: Radiant Mythology 3" would start sounding on the loudspeakers and fill the place. The incredible rhythm created by the violin warned everyone of Shiori's appearance. The silver haired woman stepped out of the backstage, looking as cold and serious as always. She didnt even stop for a second to look at the fans she had made already. She was here to fight and nothing more. Unless her fans were made of pixels, she didnt care about them. Shiori walked down the ramp confidently, her hair swaying lightly with every step.

She climbed onto the apron and slipped through the ropes, quickly heading towards her corner and leaning her back against it, folding her arms against her chest and waiting for her opponent to make her appearance. Not like it mattered who it was. For the sake of her videogames, she couldnt lose!

Soon, "Connect" sung by ClariS started playing on the arena's speakers, and for a moment, no one came out from the ramp entrance. However, car honks can be heard, and from the side of the ramp appeared... a white limo?! Yes it was! The crowd were astonished by this entrance. Gossiping can be heard throughout the entire arena, wondering who's the newcomer. The female driver of the limo got out of the vehicle and proceeded to the farthest door at the back, before opening it. And out came, Freia Kagami! Everyone in the crowd gasped in surprise at this sudden predicament.

A former Wrestle Angels league wrestler, it was quite obvious that a majority of the crowd would know this newcomer. The woman stood straight up, the same old arrogant smirk on her face, coupled with long, flowing white hair and red, hawk-like eyes. Her unique wrestling attire consisting of thigh length boot stockings, attached to two golden chains, one for each leg, that led to her modified leotard. Coupled with two sleeve-like articles on her arms, where at the hands resembled fingerless combat gloves. Her entire outfit, covered in black rubber, with delicate fur at her sleeves and stockings area.

Slowly, she began to walk towards the ring, not paying attention to the crowd, but to her opponent. Upon walking up the steel steps, her hawk view never changed, staring at this woman who had assumed an arrogant position, which had already displeased Freia. Slipping in through the top and middle ropes, she brushed her hair with a small nonchalant swoop of her hand, her long white strands flowing in the wind for a second. "You seem pretty comfortable there, my friend." The girl spoke in a polite, elegant voice that had a darker intention behind them.

Shiori had to admit, she was *slightly* surprised to see a white limo coming out from the backstage. It just... wasnt something you saw everyday. And specially in a place like this. From the looks of it, she was probably fighting someone with enough money to afford such a flashy entrance. And, as far as she knew, most of the times, people with money were real arses. Not that she has ever met any of those. Still, rich or poor, cute or ugly, skinny or fat, she had no intention of making friends with whoever came out of the fancy limo. She was here to fight, dammit, not to get stupid friends. "Such an idiot... the money she spent buying that limo could have been used to feed an entire village for a year. Or buy me new videogames." Even if it'd seem like she was pretty noble, it all led back to her only interest.

Freia Kagami. Huh. She had heard a lot about her when she was in the Wrestle Angels league. She used to watch her matches on TV; really entertaining. And tonight she had the opportunity to defeat her! Shiori didnt seem that excited on the outside, though, just staring at her opponent from her corner, yawning. "Cant complain." She wasnt one to start a chat if it wasnt necessary. This attitude had caused her several problems in the past. But she didnt care. She had learned to deal with them. And that's exactly what she was going to do, if Freia planned on starting with the wrong foot. After all, inside a wrestling ring, the only important thing was action.

Freia's smirk was wiped off, and turned into a frown when she heard what Shiori said. She was a bit taken aback by the lack of reaction, and the lack of words in her response. It seemed that her opponent doesn't have the slightest interest in her. "What a pity..." Freia said to herself as she backed off to her corner, always keeping her eyes at this girl. "I'll enjoy making sure you'll know your place."

After much anticipation, the bell rang, signaling the start of the match. Freia slowly approached the center of the ring, wanting to meet Shiori there to engage in combat. She raised her arms gently in front of her, observing her opponent's movements for any openings, strengths, weaknesses, and what-not. Her hawk-like eyes staring right at Shiori's, her smirk re-appeared on her lips, and she would lunge in, attempt to lock-up with this girl to test her strength and to warm herself up.

Shiori only stared at her opponent from her corner, not really caring what Freia said or thought about her. And not only Freia's opinion. Everyone's opinion didnt mean squat to her. Another problem she should work on. She didnt plan on doing anything about it, though. Anyways! The woman in the plaid skirt took her beret off and threw it outside the ring, planning on picking it up on the way out of the place. You know, after kicking Freia's butt. Scratching the back of her head, she stood up straight, patiently waiting for the bell to ring and the match to begin. This was only the first step towards her new videogames system!

The bell signalled the beggining of the fight. Shiori stepped out of her corner with her arms up, slowly circling her black clad opponent, not wanting to get caught off guard. Like her coach taught her, once you get caught, you're dead. So, instead of recklessly lunging in for a tackle, she'd step in and lock up with Freia, their fingers intertwining. Shiori would immediatly start to push against her slightly smaller opponent, trying to overpower her as soon as possible. "Nnhh...!"

Freia did wanted a warm-up in this lock-up, but instead, she is received by aggressive force, which only annoyed the woman even further. "Grrr..." She growled underneath her breath as she backed away a couple of steps in that moment where she was unprepared, her smirk quickly gone, before she started using all of her strength to force the lock-up into a deadlock between the two girls' strength. Maybe she should have asked Shiori to go easy for a bit, but it can't be helped. She can tell her opponent wanted to end this quickly, wanted to go all out in the beginning. Maybe she can use that to her advantage, that is, if she can survive for a bit longer.

Freia knew that if this lock-up continues, her slightly smaller figure will cost her. So she needed to get out of this and make the first move. Her options were limited, but she decided to go with the simplest one. Suddenly, Freia would stop using all her strength in the lock-up and instead, yank back, hoping that this can catch the power-pouring Shiori off guard and force her tumbling forward. Once that is achieved, the prestigious woman would act quickly and tried to catch Shiori's head in a headlock, pressing her opponent's head to the side of her breasts as she started to squeeze hard.

Shiori didnt find it hard at all to overpower her opponent, easily forcing her a few steps back. That was until Freia started pushing with all she had. They were stuck in the same place for a few moments. Shiori kept trying to force the other woman back into the corner, but the black clad woman just wouldnt move. Her feet were firmly planted on the ground, and so were hers. She had no intention of breaking the test of strength until there was a clear winner, and she certainly planned on being that winner. She was proving to be quite strong, and rather stubborn, while at that.

She wouldnt stop pushing until she was suddenly caught in the front headlock. With her opponent's arm wrapped around her head, there was nowhere for her to run. Now, that's what happened when you werent careful. Shiori brought one hand to Freia's forearm and tried to pry it off her head, while her free hand moved to the black clad woman's stomach and tried to shove her away, not willing to spend another second in this hold. "Let.. go of me... right now!"

Freia was amused at this girl's naive responses. That brought her the impression that this girl is weak; physically, mentally, and emotionally. "And tell me, why would I?" The woman asked, but she didn't expect an answer as she tighten the hold on the headlock, trying to decrease, no, to prevent Shiori of any chance or hope of escaping, squeezing even harder than before and keeping her head close to the side of her large breasts.

Now Shiori was not getting any happier. The hold was tight enough to keep her under control, and she knew this kind of struggling would only make her get tired faster. So, it was time to change her strategy. The hand that has been trying to shove the black clad woman away was now clutched into a fist. "Because... I believe... you want to make it out alive of this match." With that said, Shiori would send a vicious uppercut to Freia's stomach, which, if not enough to make the other woman let go, would be followed by another punch, charged with the same amount of rage. "Raargh!"

Hearing those words, Freia definitely became angry, feeling she was underestimated by this unknown girl. "You damn bitch!-" And before she could continue on with her rant, the uppercut struck her stomach, forcing the white-haired girl's mouth wide open in awe, her eyes bulging out of her sockets, as the strength in the headlock just all disappeared. Her legs trembled, her arms shook around Shiori's head, small bits of saliva started flowing out of her mouth. She still didn't let go, her opponent taking it as a sign as she launched a second uppercut into her stomach.

"GAH!!" Freia coughed out, spittle flown out of her mouth and onto the mat as this uppercut had forced her to tippy toe. Her stomach wasn't feeling too well, almost as if it was ruptured. She stumbled forwards a couple of steps, before dropping down to her knees, hauling over as she continued her constant coughs and spitting out more saliva from her mouth, clutching her stomach in pain. 'I-Impossible... I am hurt this badly just by 2 punches?!' She angrily thought in her mind as she couldn't recover in time for Shiori's next move.