Satomi Kojima vs Taylor Parker

It was time already for Taylor's fifth Friction match, only a few days after the last one. She'd received a bruise or two in that match, but otherwise emerged unscathed. She felt good about it, sure, but the victory was somewhat cheapened by the uncompetitive girl that she'd beaten. Hopefully this match would go just as well as the last, but against a much tougher opponent with a bigger name. Taylor couldn't build her own name off of beating jobbers.

Overall, though, she'd had a good week. Her record had evened out to 2-2, and despite her first win being by disqualification having the number there did make her feel a bit better. She felt like she was finally finding a groove here in Japan. Her workouts were going well, she felt strong and motivated and it seemed that the black cloud that hung over her life for the last couple months or so had finally passed. Now maybe she could get back to kicking ass and looking totally awesome doing it.

Her hair, now radiant blonde, was loose again. Her long bangs threatened to cover her right eye and her layered hair fell just to her shoulders. She wore a sleeveless white half shirt that was meant to button in the front, but she had tied it just under her bust instead. Her bright red bra peaked out from under her shirt at certain angles. Her little blue denim shorts returned for another appearance. They fit snugly, with a low rise, and the hems fell to just below her butt, which looked incredible in them. Her toned thighs remained bare, and conspicuously absent were her knee pads. Her legs were covered only by a pair of tall brown western-y cowboy boots that had a little heel and came 3/4 of the way up her calves. She still felt like a punk, but instead of showing it with plaid skirts and studded belts she had opted to be the brash American, just to irk the Japanese girls.

Standing just backstage, she pulled on a pair of red leather fingerless gloves as [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHYwmgiv3ck:304fqyh4]her music began to fill the arena[/url:304fqyh4]. Once it hit, she burst through the curtain, strutting confidently out to the top of the ramp, pointing to the crowd with both hands and grinning brightly. Before heading down the ramp, she turned and bent over a bit, cocking her hips to the side to draw attention to her butt. She reached back and hooked her fingers under the hem of one leg and tugged up just a little bit, showing just the tiniest bit of extra skin. With a wink and a little wiggle of her butt, she took off down the ramp, making sure to turn her very neat and nimble round off into a back flip before sprinting the rest of the way to the ring.

She leaped up to the ring apron and threw one leg over the middle rope. She took her time easing her body under the top rope in a way that was almost, but never quite, cliche. Someone as sexy as her couldn't possibly be cliche. Still grinning, she strutted across the ring to a turnbuckle and climbed to the middle rope, leaning out to play to the crowd and striking a pose with her hands on her hips. As her music faded out and the arena was prepared for her opponent, she moved to a new corner to repeat the routine. She wasn't done with the crowd's attention, regardless of who came down that ramp.

As Taylor was walking onto the ring, her opponent was busily preparing her own entrance. Satomi's run at AFW hadn't been too successful so far, considering how she was kind of a mediocre fighter. Indeed, she saw herself more as a high-class waitress than an actual fighter. But when she had to fight, like now, she would give it her best for sure.

The redhead was busy strapping on roller-wheels to the undersides of her boots when a stagehand came over and told her it was time to go onstage. Satomi had come up with a pretty elaborate entrance that not only played on her waitress gimmick quite a bit, but also showcased another skill she had. Nodding, Satomi quickly straightened up, maintaining her balance with relative ease. Another stagehand handed he a silver tray filled with tropical cocktails. It seemed tonight the drinks had a distinct Caribbean theme.

"Now introducing, our favorite waitress, Satomi Kojima!" the announcer yelled. Taking that as her cue, Satomi sped down the ramp on her rollerskates, building up speed while still maintaining perfect balance with the tray. She did a lap around the ring, steadily emptying out the tray as she handed the drinks over to lucky fans. After she was done, she slipped the tray underneath the ring, taking off the wheels under her boots, and leapt into the ring.

Once she was inside, she gave the crowd another wave high above her head, before turning around to face Taylor.

Taylor was speechless when her opponent came into view. She didn't know what to make of it. Was this actually the person she was fighting? Was someone in the AFW trying to arrange easy fights for Taylor? Either way she didn't appreciate it, but then the girl was... handing out drinks... on skates.

She couldn't help it. She burst out laughing, loudly and obnoxiously. She bent forward and laughed until she ran out of breath and then straightened back up, gasping. She hopped up on the middle rope and leaned out over the top one while Satomi was taking off her wheels.

"Seriously? You need fans so badly you're bribing them with booze?" Up close, the girl was pretty cute, and more importantly ripped. Taylor's grin took on a mischievous tone. Maybe this girl would actually be competition. She looked strong. Strong opponents were Taylor's favorite. It meant her speed would be her biggest advantage.

With the waitress in her corner, Taylor waited for the bell and bounced lightly to the middle of the ring. She stayed light enough on her feet that it seemed like her weight wasn't resting on either, ready to react and move at any moment.

"Good to meetcha. After this I'll let you bring me a sandwich. But then, you probably won't be upright and rollerskating after this." Taylor taunted.

Satomi knew that her entrance was a little bit ridiculous and over the top, but Taylor's reaction was frustrating to say the least. She ignored Taylor's taunt, not wanting to get worked up by this girl. It was probably a part of her strategy to piss her opponents off.

Meanwhile, she took a look at Taylor, trying to gauge her opponent's strengths. The girl was slightly taller than Satomi, but thinner and more lightly built. Judging by the way she moved, the girl was probably a speed specialist. That didn't worry Satomi too much; All she had to do was get up close and Taylor wouldn't be able to move around so much.

She stretched her arms above her head, warming herself up before the match starts. "I'll bring you a sandwich," she said, "To your hospital bed." She settled into a fighting stance, a serious look on her face. She moved slowly forwards, not trying to attack, letting Taylor make her first move.

Taylor cackled with laughter at Satomi's trash talk attempt. "Ohhhhh! Damn, I'm so scared I'm shaking in my American leather boots! Know how you can tell they're American? They don't try to make me look like a twelve year old! I don't know where you got that get-up, but I can't even say you look like a cheap stripper unless they've got pre-teen strip clubs here." She cackled again.

She noted by Satomi's advance that she was trying to anticipate and make Taylor move first. That was fine. Pretty standard. She shuffled around, super-loose, channeling her inner Muhammad Ali, and suddenly lunged forward as if to attack. She pulled back immediately after, just a fake to mess with Satomi's timing. "Okay, okay, ready? Here." She said, tossing her hair back and putting her hands out to offer a tie up with the girl.

"What's so great about American leather?" Satomi thought, a little bit confused as to why Taylor was bragging like that. Perhaps the girl just needed to feel superior no matter what. It really irked Satomi that Taylor was calling her childlike though, since though Satomi was pretty short and had a babyface, her body was anything but childlike. And calling her a cheap stripper as well. This girl was just pushing it!

"Nevermind all that, don't get distracted!" Satomi thought. She didn't respond, though her face was getting red from anger. She flinched a little when Taylor suddenly lunged at her, before realizing it was a fake. Chiding herself, Satomi moved forward as Taylor offered to lock up, seemingly going to accept it, when suddenly she would duck down and attempt to tackle Taylor in the gut and take her down onto the mat!

"Still think I'm a kid?!" Satomi shouted as she made her move.

Usually Taylor was the one using a tie up offer to set up something else, and it took her completely by surprise when Satomi beat her to it.

"Ungh!" She grunted as Satomi's shoulder collided with her midsection, bringing them both crashing to the mat. Through gritted teeth, she sneered. "No. You might dress like a kid... but you weigh a ton." Riling this one up had proved to be as easy as it gets. "Heh. Fatass."

With one hand she kept herself propped up in a sitting position, and she wedged an elbow between her body and Satomi's head. She pushed down to lever the girl's head away and make it as uncomfortable as she could to keep holding on to Taylor. She looked for an opportunity to pop back up to her feet.

"If I'm really getting to you, though, just ask me to and I'll stop. I wouldn't want to offend you." Hah. Getting the girl to tell Taylor to stop talking was in her mind the same as getting her to tap out.

It seemed that Taylor had a comment about everything. Even though Satomi managed to shut Taylor up about the childlike thing, now she was calling her fat! Of course, Satomi knew she shouldn't let it get to her, but of course with all this pressure and the sheer annoyingness of Taylor it was much too difficult to keep herself under control.

Satomi did let go of Taylor when the girl started fighting back, not wanting to get hurt in any way. Even though she let go, she wasn't about to let Taylor get up. "Keep on talking as much as you like," Satomi said, "It doesn't bother me." She was sitting on Taylor's legs, which made it impossible for the girl to get up quickly. But of course Taylor's arms were still free. When Taylor responds to what Satomi says, Satomi would ram her fist hard into Taylor's stomach, hopefully winding her and shutting her up at the same time!

"Good. I'm glad I'm not bothering you, because I'd hate to-Hnnn!" Taylor was busy jerking her legs free and doubled over from Satomi's punch. She hit pretty hard. She freed one leg and kicked violently to free the other, and then while cradling her stomach with both hands she lunged at Satomi and went to bash her forehead into the girl's face.

She'd have something more to say. Sure. She just needed a second to get her breath back. In the meantime, the only words she wanted to hear out of this skank waitress were "oh god, my nose!"

Satomi knew that after her punch, she should expect some kind of struggling or counter, but wasn't quite expecting Taylor to go straight up and smash her face into Satomi's! She got lucky, Taylor aimed a bit low, so it didn't hit Satomi's nose as much as smash her full on in the mouth. Satomi gasped out in pain, her head snapping backwards. She got lucky; the blow could've potentially knocked out her teeth, but after she recovered and felt around the inside of her mouth, she found all her teeth intact. It seemed that drinking all that milk didn't just help her bust size!

"Oww..." Satomi groaned, he hand covering her mouth. She could feel a bit of wetness out of the corner of her mouth. The blow seemed to have cut her lip on the inside. She quickly scrambled off of Taylor's legs and away, trying to put as much distance between them as possible to recover.