The sanity of AFW hangs in the balance!(Aya vs Zip)

[size=200:fz2its15]VS

[size=150:fz2its15]Aya Kirinmaru vs Zipporah Amos Boudreaux
[size=150:fz2its15]Match type: Normal

Love ⥠Shine begins to play, accompanied by pulsing spotlights and stage lights synced up to the beat of the song. Aya runs out onto the stage, waving happily to the crowd. She bounces up and down to the beat, her breasts doing their own dance in her baby blue bra. As the song was about to start the vocals, Aya stepped towards the edge, and started to jog down the ramp in beat with the song, and slides dives through the ropes, and slides along her belly.. and continues to slide towards the other end. She starts to panic and tries to stop herself, but she ends up falling out of the ring on the other end with a crash.

The music stops, and a stunned silence washes over the crowd, until Aya bounced back up to her feet on the other end. "I'm okaaay!" She calls out to the cheers of the crowd, and climbs up the ropes, stepping into the ring, and moves to her corner, bouncing in place still. She could hardly contain her excitement! It had been so long since she had a match here!

Not long after the lovely Aya made her way to the ring in front of the thousands of roaring fans who were more than happy to see the bare knuckle fist fighter make a welcomed return to the center stage of the AFW Friction Ring, [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLDtNsIKOhs:2m5eyofi]"Amos Moses" by Jerry Reed[/url:2m5eyofi] would begin to play throughout the arena to introduce a completely brand new talent within the AFW roster. Whether or not signing her on was a good thing or bad thing was certainly going to be shown in tonight's match.

"Ey boy! Where I 'spose go 'round here!?" Called out a young Cajun girl from backstage, as she paced in a circle behind the entrance curtain, calling out to a staff member while she continued to walk in a circle, not knowing what to do until she was helped outside by the staff who gave her a small nudge out of the backstage arena and towards the stage.

Her name was Zipporah Amos Boudreaux. She came to Japan in search of her Texan cousins, Bonnie & Clyde Gastin, to reunite with them and have some fun wrestling something that wasn't a fully grown alligator for once. Perhaps an Octopus she thought at first when she realized there were no Alligators to wrestle in Japan. Either way, Zipporah was only in AFW to have fun and be like her cousins, she did want to find them though and was dissapointed she couldn't locate them yet and had to wrestle now. But maybe they'll notice her on TV.

From the entrance stage, Zipporah came out from the curtains with a wide smile across her youthful face, clad in a torn, worn out, white button-up shirt and a black skirt, along with Grandpa Gastin's green WWII army helmet and her giant pen that she carried on a sling over a shoulder. In addition, Zip was completely barefoot, she wore no socks or shoes and didn't seem to mind the cold metal floor of the entrance stage as she walked out on it, bouncing herself to the beat of the song while making her way down towards the ring as the crowd gave the new girl a rather silent and mixed reaction, noting their disappointment at how there wasn't much to gawk at when Zippy was bouncing, unlike Aya.

"Daaaaaaaaaannnnng..." Zipporah would let out as she walked down the entrance ramp with her mouth wide open, starting up and around at the large, bright interior of the Friction Arena Complex that was jam packed with bright lights and thousands of people, stumbling around a bit in awe until she bumped into the steel steps, startling her for a moment before she looked around in a perplexed manner, realizing she was supposed to climb it and get in the ring, which she did by going onto the ring apron and going under the ropes via a crawl, feeling the surface of the mat under her, which she began to scratch and tap in an effort to study the material of the canvas which she never felt before.

"Hmm... Dis ain't all soft like It be lookin' on TV..." Frowned Zipporah, realizing that taken a hard fall or slam wasn't going to be a soft landing like what she expected or was even used to, since she mostly wrestled in mud or water. Zip then leaned forward and decided to take a small lick out of the canvas in front of her corner, quickly retracting her tongue and sitting up as she did this.

"Eeeeehhhhhaaaeeel! Salty!" She complained, having not even bothered to look directly in front of her to even notice Aya. Her opponent of all people.

Aya grew excited as she heard the entrance of her opponent, and watched as she kept walking around a circle in the curtains. She couldn't help but giggle until she watched her opponent finally shoved out. She was small, but cute! She was also kind of curious as to what she was wearing, with the helmet or the.. giant pen. And what kind of accent was she was talking in.. and... what was she doing??

She watched, stunned for a second as the girl actually got down on all fours and licked the canvas. She giggled at her repulsed reaction. "Hehehe.. last I checked, ring mats aren't made for eating, silly. But what is that you're wearing? What's that on your head? What's on your back? What kind of accent is that? Are you new here?" She asked, pelting Zip with questions right off the bat. "Oh! And what's your name??"