Just a little respect...(Challenge to the "Undercard")

Intro:
It was early at the evening, the spectators had hardly taken their seats when Prodigy: The Way it is. is played. A Harrier appears on the Titantron but quickly rises to the blue skies in which the Titantron is colored at that moment to make space for an idolized harrier nametag. Last arrangements are made for the newcomer who wishes at this moment that all will go down well.

Tessa wears a glittering silver robe and hairband. When she arrives at her sign of her Titantron, two Cannons fire a single shot of silver glitter down the apron and a little bit on the first rows. She performs a English noblewomen's Gesture and walks to the ring with the left hand behind her back and the right hand to gently touch the face of cute girls in the front row as she walks by and enters the ring, cleaning her lace less boots from the silver glitter she walked through. She slowly strips of her robe and reveals silver wrestling gear in the form of a trouser (without buttons or a zipper) which clothes he up to the half of her upper leg and a belly free Top without shoulder straps(Zipper at the back).

She waits until the crowd is silent before starting to speak.
"Well, hello, Ladies and Gentlemen. The Name is Tessa, Tessa Price, but i am inclined to believe you smarks already know that."
She smiled knowingly.
"But you can call me Harrier. I am the newest addition to the roster of Friction at this point. I guess it's time for you to thank Ms. Sellers for your luck."
She slowly turns around 360° in the middle of the ring to let everybody have a good look at her.
"I think that I can read the mind of most of you. You're probably thinking: Oh my, another set of walking and talking tits, ass and pussy telling us how great she is until she gets herself fed to the likes of "the Dream" , the "Jewel of India" or any other of the girls with tons of experience and then pierces our ears with her screams of delight or pain".
In any other Environment, she would not have broken kayfabe, but AFW was no run of the mill league.
"I learned a lot in the school of hard knocks as a former Kawaii Wrestler. I have been brutally beaten, chocked to unconsciousness with bare hands or accessories, KOed by boxers, force-fed with jelly, forced to submit to a variety of holds you probably have only seen in your wildest dreams before visiting an AFW event, tied to the Ring post and been eaten out there, shoved from ladders and through Tables. You just name it, it most likely happened to me in the past. "

the crowd looked a little startled. Why was the AFW giving microphone time to such an obvious jobber? Tessa just smiled.
"So, you probably think now what the hell is she doing here if she is such a lousy fighter? Well, i ain't lousy in the ring and not fake at all. As a wrestler, I assure you that professional wrestling is not fake by nature, but by choice."
She turned backwards to one side of the ring, leaning into the ropes and slightly sighing before continuing to speak.
"By the way: Every fighter of this league had the pleasure to learn her craft this way. Anyone who states otherwise is just a liar. Champions are made with hard work, not born or bought with your toes pointing to the stars in a car while a cheap official or referee has its way with you."

She turned her attention to the point of entry and walked to the ropes which were positioned to look at the titantron.
"I start from the bottom and work my way up the ranks, like every honest man or woman in any business. I can't guarantee you that I will be winning a lot of my initial matches, but I will make sure you are entertained for your money."
It sounded like an honest confession and gathered some support from the audience.
"Now that you all know that, I issue a challenge to every girl in the locker room that wants to make a name for herself like I do too, either another rookie or a veteran down on her luck. Standard match type, maybe with a little fondling if you like that. Heck, i'll even take on a tough but nice Kawaii if she's willing to risk it."
stating that, she positioned her arms on the top lope and leaned a little bit forward, openly smiling.
"Come on, don't be shy, I will be a good girl. I even promise not to bite you...hard."

No sooner had Tessa finished uttering her last word, had the lights started to go off, before completely going out. The sounds of a piano introduction started playing as the entrance to the ramp was lit up. A silhouette of a woman with a rounded head appeared to be standing in this lit entrance while the piano continued to play. As soon as the whistling from the audio started, the light to the entrance went out and the silhouette started walking down the ramp, mostly unrevealed by the lack of lighting.

However, once that first guitar chord struck, the lights went on as the silhouette was revealed jumping up to the apron on the outside of the ring. It was a masked woman, The Stranger whose promo had been run to a lackluster response a few months back. She wore a neoprene black mask with her ponytail sticking out the back. Barbed wire and bolt art work donned her mask and black one-piece with booty-short length leggings. Her eyes opened to look at the equally-new Tessa to stare at her with their red tint. She climbed through the ropes and silently approached the woman, staring at her the entire time.

That didn't take long. Here we go.
thought the blonde haired Tessa as soon as the lights went out and the Stranger made her entrance to the ring while she was blinking with the eyes and trying to adjust to the changing light. So it obviously wouldn't be another face but a tweener or heel whom they would send out for her debut match, she couldn't say for sure. The taped material didn't say really much about the Stranger and her promo hadn't been such a hit that Tessa could remember its message instantly.

Then she was there, and Tessa backed up to the middle of the ring to help sell the mystery entrance as much as possible, partly feigning, partly feeling a little bit of a shock about the mystery entrance.
...Have to stay calm...rumor has it that's a really sexy vixen under that mask. And only human, just like you and anyone else...
crossed her mind before she struck a pose with her left hand at her hip, leaning her upper torso a little bit forward while leading the microphone to her mouth.
"So. Look who joined us to have some fun."
she spoke to the audience and the Stranger alike while keeping eye contact to her opponent as far as that was possible with that mask, smiling all the time until she got considerably more serious when speaking again.
"So what's it going to be, sister? The stage is all yours. Which way do you want to dance with me?"
maybe she wouldn't have been so mouthy if she had known what her opponent had in mind...

The Stranger slowly approached Tessa until all that could be seen of either woman by the other was their eyes. She would stare cold and long at Tessa, aiming to intimidate the woman as they stood there, not uttering a single word.

After about a solid minute of just standing there silently, her left hand would slowly rise up in a fist until it was held high above her head before pulling it down swiftly, corresponding to the lights going out once more, followed by a loop of the eerie whistling.

ooc: i took the liberty to open up the fight, PN me if you want additions or change something in the winning conditions.

Not much of a talker i guess.
the intimidating look caused Tessa to pause for a moment, thinking about it. This was no fake fight for effects and for TV ratings, grim reality was that this girl would seriously try to win this fight by all means necessary. And not in a friendly or easy going way as it seemed. She kept starring back as confident a possible after this moment of slightly doubting her idea of an open challenge. And she stood her ground.

Then her opponent raised her hand, and the lights went out again after the whistle. The microphone she had been holding was send flying out of the ring and landed with a slightly hearable thud on one of the mats outside. Thunder rolled in from the upper hall as a machine was set in motion, lowering severeal tons of steel which would surround the ring, and the Harrier closed her eyes for a moment, fighting the imaginary frog that had boldly taken residence in her throat, gulping it away.

The ring announcer stood outside of the cage and began to adress the crowd as the lights went on again.
"Ladies and gentleman! First match of the night will be: "The Stranger" versus "the Harrier" in a steel cage match!"