Throwing to the Wolves?

The crowd was buzzing after a few good undercard matches this evening. soft chatter filled the arena like white noise and fans came and went, shuffling around from seat to concession stand to merch booth. But the wait had been longer than it would normally take between matches and chatter turned into whispers.. Whenever there was a wait like this, there was always something else coming aside from a standard match.

The churning audience wouldn't have to wait too long, however, as the lights when black and an audible gasp washed over the arena as the fans held their breath for the next exciting event! "Hellraiser" began to play and the collective exhale formed into one strikingly loud 'Booooooo' The audience knew what it heralded and most of the AFW was not a fan of the predatory general manager.

Lukretia stepped out with a bold smirk on her face. Clad in a silky black dress that left plenty to the imagination despite hugging her frame quite tightly, the German domme strolled down the arena taking long, proud steps with her chin lifted up. She carried a microphone in one hand as she soaked in the boos. The more they hated her, the better job she was doing. This is what she thought as she slid into the ring with a graceful step. She looked around at her audience and without breaking her smile, began to speak.

"Ladies und gentleman, as you know ven I do ze things I do und make ze matches I make, I only have your best interest in mind." A boldfaced lie. In Lukretia's mind, she couldn't care less about the people watching. However, she also knew what she wanted was what they wanted, they were just too stupid to realize she was giving them the best AFW had to offer. She continued after allowing a particularly lewd chant to pass by.

"Vith zis in mind, I believe zere is someone zat ve all have been missing here. One of our superstars who has been hiding avay und skulking about. Do not misunderstand me, It vas vell justified. But now, I believe zat she has outlasted her excuse." Lukretia looked towards the entrance ramp.

"Taylor Parker. It is time zat ze music has faced you.I have many things vhich ve should discuss." Lukretia's smile grew ever so slightly and her blue eyes flashed as she tilted her head up and beckoned the girl down.

Taylor sort of wished they didn't have to play her music every time she showed up.

But right on cue, [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTZPt9nNlRI:2qxsz6nf]there it was[/url:2qxsz6nf], and she strode out to the top of the entrance ramp with plenty of attitude but only a hint of a smirk. She set her usual bounciness and acrobatic displays aside this time, and only gave the crowd a quick grin and a bump of her hips, which got her an extra burst of cheers. Then her eyes were fixed on the ring, and on the hateful little German queen inside it.

She made her way down the ramp, dressed in skinny jeans and a tight black "Taylor Parker is Over Rated" t-shirt, with a derpy chibi cartoon of herself on the front with blue pigtails and a plaid skirt, her arms over her head and her tongue sticking out. She had a black choker necklace that fit snug against the skin of her neck, with a little silver bird pendant, and a black cord bracelet looped back and forth around itself up one of her wrists. It wasn't until about half way down that she realized the reaction her reappearance got from the crowd. She couldn't let it distract her, though.

She climbed up the ring steps and slipped easily through the ropes, and then strode up to Lukretia. She stood inches away from her, upright with her shoulders back and head cocked to one side like she was expecting Lukretia to start a fight right then and there. She hooked a thumb through her studded belt and cocked her hips to the side, then lifted the mic to her lips.

"Yeah?" She said, like Lukretia was a drag and she had better things to do.

Luretia watched Taylor stride up the ramp boldly as ever. The German held a cool demeanoras she ave Taylor a wide birth to enter. Though she knew full well that her personal space would be breached soon enough. Like herself, Taylor seemed to have little regard for it. Something Lukretia liked about Taylor. One of many things really. Despite how it may have seemed, Lukretia really was quite fond of Taylor. Maybe that's why she was so torturous to the energetic punk.

"A pleasure to see you as vell, frauline." Lukretia said as her eyes searched Taylor's coolly. "It seems zat you are not in ze mood for pleasantries. Very vell, meine time is valuable as vell. Let me be quite clear on ze matter at hand. You have spent enough time recovering from your injuries. Obviously if you have ze time to interrupt other promos, zen you are definitely ready for a match."

Lukretia made a sweeping gesture with her hand. "So, zere you go. You vill be having a match tonight." Lukretia smirked at Taylor as the crowd roared. "I hope you brought your ring gear, Ms. Parker."

Taylor set her darkly lined, dramatic deep blue eyes on Lukretia and watched her with a punky little smirk on her lips. It was funny. As much as Lukretia was probably trying to be a dick about it, she was right. She'd had enough time off. If she waited any longer, she'd only get rustier. She needed to get back into it. She breathed a laugh and flicked her eyes out at the crowd. There was an uncommon energy in the air. She liked it.

She raised her mic to say something again, but could keep from breaking into a big grin. She lowered it again and laughed, and then pulled a couple black hair elastics from her wrist and began gathering up her black hair in her hands. With a few well-practiced motions, she put her hair up into her signature pig tails, leaving just her long bangs that she swept to the side. She looked back at Lukretia, but she wasn't done.

"Hold this." She said so the mic would pick it up, and handed it to Lukretia. Then she reached down to the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. She tossed it in Lukretia's face, and she was left dressed above the waist in only a black triangle string bikini top, black string and blue triangles. That alone got a reaction from the crowd, but she stretched her arms over her head to show off her body and the reaction grew to a roar.

Her entire body looked harder, her arms, her shoulders, her back were sleek and slender and muscular, but her abs were stunning. Her slim, narrow waist sported a chiseled six pack. Every inch looked like it was supposed to be there, like she didn't have a pound to spare. Of course, it wouldn't last forever. Once she was back to her regular training schedule she'd be back to eating like an athlete, instead of picking at things like a depressed fashion model.

She took the microphone back. "I can't wait." She said.

Lukretia watched Taylor as she began to get excited. She could read it in the girl's face and Lukretia tried to remain stoic in her cruel, yet pleased smirk, not wanting to be infected by Taylor's cheer. That wouldn't be professional. She took the mic as asked and tilted her head curiously when Taylor pulled up her shirt. She was legitimately surprised when Taylor pulled it off and less than thrilled when it fell across her face.

She heard the pop of the crowd as she pulled off the shirt and tossed it aside. Lukretia herself couldn't help but ogle Taylor's chiseled form. The girl was someone who was very desirable to Lukretia both for her spirit and body. Another reason, perhaps, why she was much harder on the girl that she would perhaps be with others. Unlike the salivating masses around her though, Lukretia was quite good at being discreet.

When she was finished, Lukretia merely nodded curtly and smiled. "Vunderbar!" She said with enthusiasm. "Und I feel like being generous today since it's your first match back after a grueling injury, I vill allow you to pick ze opponent." She let her cold blue eyes narrow sharply as she cruelly smiled at Taylor. An exchange subtle enough for Taylor to understand what Lukretia was doing, without making it obvious to anyone else.

"Anyone you like on ze roster. If you feel as zough you can only handle one of our kavaii... " She let that linger. "Zen it vill be so. Ve vouldn't vant you to strain und reinjure yourself. Vhat vould ze fans do if you vere put out of commission again?" Lukretia lowered the mic and this time invaded Taylor's space, whispering cruelly into her ear. "Ve vould be nothing vithout you, frauline." She whispered derisively before stepping back. She hadn't even acknowledged the fact that Taylor could choose a tough opponent.

"Go ahead und make your choice zen, Ms. Parker."

Taylor eyes lit up and she held back laughter while she let Lukretia go on being ridiculous. She knew what she was trying to do. And it wasn't working. She broke into a big, bright grin and after Lukretia whispered her sweet sarcastic nothings to her she laughed in her face.

"Oh, man." She said into her mic, turning about like she was buried under the weight of the decision. "I guess I better make sure I pick someone really tough. You know, so I don't look like a chump." She said, her tone making it very obvious that she was mocking Lukretia and her whole game. "I better pick the biggest, meanest bitch I can think of. And we've even got a lot of history, me and her, wouldn't that just get you all clenched up and squirmy." She said with a disdainful look over her smile.

"But... No, man, this is a big moment for me, and I'm gonna do what I wanna do, a'right? I want to share this spot with someone who's earned it, someone I respect. Not someone you only know because she's a heartless bitch and doesn't care what she does to people. I want someone with heart, someone who'd never quit, someone who understands... what all this means." She said, gesturing around the ring.

She paused. The crowd waited. She strolled over to the ropes and leaned on the top one with her forearms. She brought the microphone back up to her lips. "Are you out there, Chigusa?" She asked, and the crowd cheered, thrilled by the idea of seeing two of their most spirited favorites in the ring together. Taylor glanced back at Lukretia, and then up at the ramp to see if she'd show.

The big megatron screen hanging over the ring flickered to life, showing nothing but static at first before skipping for a second, and coalescing into an actual image. The backdrop was dark, but lights shone down on the form of a girl who was smiling at the screen. The faint sounds of pop music could be heard behind her. Chigusa was glad to see Taylor return. She counted the girl among her friends, and even though Taylor had a belligerent attitude she admired Taylor's spirit. She had been watching the promo, and had prepared the video conference as quickly as she could when she got called out.

"Hello Taylor," she said, "It's good to finally see you return." The crowd cheered her on as she spoke, forcing her to stop for a second and wave to them as they quieted down. "I'm glad you respect me so much Taylor, it's an honor. I will be glad to welcome you back into the ring!"

The screen cut off, and from the opposite ramp a burst of sparks shot up and lit the entire stage. From behind the wall of fire, Chigusa stepped out. She changed her normal outfit completely, forgoing both the schoolgirl uniform and the typical idol clothes for an outfit that mirrored Taylor's. She wore the same skimpy spaghetti-thread bikini top with little triangles over her breasts, but hers were white and she filled them out a little bit more than Taylor. She wore tight fitting low rise white jeans that exposed the bikini she wore underneath slightly, revealing just the knots on the sides that were tied into bows. Her boots were white trimmed with gold. Around her waist was a thick belt with bright gold studs on it, and around her wrists were matching wristbands with glimmering golden studs on them as well. She was a quite good foil to Taylor's look, so she thought. A bright ray of light to Taylor's dark look.

Her music played over the speakers as Chigusa showed off some dance moves, swaying her hips and kicking up her long legs. The crowd cheered their idol as she made her way down to the ring. She jumped up onto the apron then hopped over the ropes into the ring, walking down to where Lukretia and Taylor stood.

"Lukretia-sama, Taylor-san, I am ready," she said, "I accept your challenge, let's have a good match Taylor!"

Taylor grinned from ear to ear when Chigusa showed up. She gave her a look when she saw her outfit, and kept her eyes locked on her for her entire trip to the ring, shifting back and forth from foot to foot and unconsciously shaking tension out of her arms. She was ready to go, held back only by the formality of the match.

She swaggered over to the little purple-haired idol and stood in front of her, one hand on her hip, head cocked to the side, and looked her up and down with a skeptical face that soon broke into a grin. Then she did something she never would've imagined, she stepped in and hugged Chigusa.

She stepped back. "Are you sure you're ready?" She asked with a wink, and then began bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. "What do you say, your majesty, are we doing this now or do I have time to change into my shit?"

Luketia waatched sTaylor called out Chigusa. She was honestly a little surprised at the choice, but easantly so. Both girls had somewhat of a history with Lukretia, though Lukretia knew Chigusa a little more intimately. She let the two say their peace and ebrace. It was amusing to see tthem in such similar outfits. She was definitely ready for this match to happen right now. Even though Taylor by no means wore conservative clothing, sh wasnlt going to pass up the chance to have her bouncing around in a bikini top.

When she was finally addressed, she strolled over to Taylor with a smug smirk on her face. She looked at Chigusa first and let her eyes fall down the girl's body. "It has been a vhile, frauline. " She said and nodded. She then pushed forward towads Taylor and lifted up her free hand.

"Oh yes, I think ve vill definitely be starting ze match now. However..." Lukrretia lifted her finger up and traced it down Taylor's hard abs. "Let's put zis body you've been vorking so hard on to good use."

Lukretia lifted her head. "If you vant to vin against Miss Yuuki, you vill have to be able to climb out of ze cage."Above her loomed a tall cage that was alwys at the ready.

"Taylor Parker Vs. Chigusa Yuuki. The match vill start immediately! Lower ze cage." She said and raised her hand as the crowd burst into a roar. "Good Luck, fraulines." She said as she began to exit the ring, flashing them both a wink.

Chigusa was expecting snide comments from Taylor. She was used to the snarkiness and the girl's attitude, realizing that in a sense it was a form of endearment. Taylor looked her up and down as if sizing her up, and Chigusa did the same. She came in expecting some kind of conflict from Taylor. After all she was called out. So when Taylor suddenly stepped forward and gave the idol a big hug, she was surprised. Chigusa didn't know how to react for a moment. Then she came to her senses and quickly hugged Taylor back, holding the girl close against her.

When Taylor stepped back, Chigusa was blushing slightly, still not quite sure what to make of this. "Y-yeah, of course!" she said, quickly pushing all the uncertainty out of her voice, "I'll give you a fight to remember Taylor!" She raised a fist and held it in front of her, a confident smile on her face.

Then it was Lukretia's turn. The German's eye traced its way down Chigusa's body, making the idol suddenly feel very self-conscious. Lukretia had claimed Chigusa as her own before, and even though she didn't use it that much Chigusa knew whatever the German had planned it wasn't going to be pleasant for either her or Taylor. Chigusa certainly didn't like the way Lukretia looked at her and Taylor like they were pieces of meat. The crowd could objectify them because that was all that they were expected to do; but Chigusa knew Lukretia's had some sinister plans, and whatever it was it never ended well for straight-laced girls like her or Taylor.

Then suddenly Lukretia announced the match. Chigusa's eyes widened in a combination of both surprise and fear. A cage match? Despite her long-ish career, Chigusa had never taken part in one of those. They were too brutal for her tastes. But she was here, and the cage was coming down. There was no turning back. She sighed, at least this was with Taylor. She expected no quarter from the girl, and all this cage meant was they there would be no outside of the ring shenanigans. Chigusa came in to this match ready to fight until one of them couldn't fight any more. All this meant was that neither of them could run.

"Well, this is it," Chigusa said, "May the better fighter win!"