Tricia Treats vs. Sora Mizumi

Standard Match: Best Two of Three
Hentai Moves Allowed



Tricia was hanging out backstage, eating from a large bag of malted milk balls. While she hadn't gotten the chance to go trick-or-treating this Halloween—on account of being on a plane to Japan to join AFW at the time—that didn't mean she hadn't gotten any candy on the holiday. Before leaving home, her parents had packed all of her favorites, and she had been methodically going through them in the two days since.

Almost all of the candy was gone, now, but Tricia didn't mind. She could always buy more. With the money she made at AFW, she could buy barrels full of Reese's, and SweeTarts, and all her other favorites. Never again would she have to go through the lean months of the summer, when Easter was uncomfortably in the rearview mirror and Halloween was still many months ahead. This was a whole new golden age in Tricia's life, blossoming right before her eyes.

She was informed that she needed to get out to the ramp to go on. Well, let's do this! she told herself, and, bringing the malted milk balls with her, she trotted down the corridor from her dressing room to the necessary door.

"Thriller," a true Halloween classic, started playing as Tricia ran out in her Halloween-themed leotard and witch's hat. The latter was not just for show—you see, Tricia was actually a witch. She certainly seemed to believe it, though everyone else she had told might have been just a little bit skeptical. Should've flown out on a broom, she thought, a bit disappointed that she hadn't thought of that gimmick earlier. Curses.

As she clambered into the ring, she reached into her boot and pulled out several fun-sized bags and boxes of candy, tossing them to the audience. As much as she loved getting candy herself, she loved sharing it with others, too. "Happy Halloween!" she called out, before backing into her corner and awaiting her opponent's appearance.

Fresh from her success in her first match, the upper management had quickly signed Sora up for a new match against another new comer. Tricia Treats, which seemed like a bit of a strange name to Sora, was her opponent, and the AFW files had....absolutely nothing on her. This was possibly the first match she was going into absolutely blind, with no clue what her opponent was going to be like.

She had been told in advance that it was going to be an endurance match with 2 falls needed to win, but it was only as she approached the entrance that one of the backstage hands informed Sora that hentai falls were going to be allow. “Wai...wait, what?” was her reply as she was basically shoved out onto the entrance ramp. For obvious reasons, sheâ€d never been properly trained in hentai matches, just taught a bit of the...theory of them. Even then they made Sora blush a bit. Sheâ€d be a bit uncomfortable doing it in a training session, let alone surrounded by thousands of fans watching. Still, if thatâ€s what she had to do, she had to be professional about it; no chickening out now.

As Kashmir played, Sora would raise her hands to the roof, fans cheering as she entered. Clapping hands with a few fans, she noticed an almost obscene amount of candy lying around in the crowd with people chowing down, and looking up at her opponent, with her pumpkin-covered leotard and witches hat, Sora would look a bit confused, until the penny finally dropped. Tricia Treats. “Ooooohhh....I get it now” Sora would mumble as she dived under the bottom rope and into the ring. Standing up sheâ€d wave to the fans before turning and smiling at Tricia. “So, you must be Tricia? My nameâ€s Sora, hope we have a good match today”

Tricia watched as her opponent entered, getting quite an applause from the crowd. Even though Sora was relatively new, herself, she was obviously already building a fanbase—Tricia hoped she could do the same, too. The candy she had passed out during her entrance had certainly gotten her some appreciative cheers, and she thought that she could make that a regular part of her entrance. She had only been able to do it this time because her younger brother had forced upon her dozens of little candies he had received at school that neither of them really liked, and she needed a way to get rid of them.

Hey, with all the money I'll be making, I'll be able to get this crowd the real good stuff! The sort of stuff you circle back for an hour later after you've already visited a house! she thought, as Sora made her way under the ropes. Tricia took a moment to look the girl over—she very well could, after all, be getting sexual with this girl, as the match did allow hentai moves, and Tricia was certainly a girl who could use them to full effect.

As Sora introduced herself, Tricia smiled back, and extended a hand for a sporting handshake. "Yes, I'm Tricia. It's really sweet to meet you, Sora," she replied. "I'm sure this'll be a good match. No hard feelings either way, right?"

Sora would reach forward to shake Triciaâ€s hand; actually physically shaking hands was something sheâ€d been warned about, because it could so easily be turned into a move, but this Tricia girl seemed nice enough that she wouldnâ€t try something like that...right?

“Of course not! Good luck” Sora would say as she shook Triciaâ€s hand. If Tricia didnâ€t take advange of this, Sora would back away into her corner as the bell rang, and from there would come out looking to lock up with the Halloween girl. At least this has been a bit more of a warm welcome than she got in her last match; for Sora, wrestling was something professional rather than personal, and she much preferred to be on good terms with her opponent than bad ones. Besides, the opponents you were on good terms with were less likely to try and gouge your eyes.

The thought of doing something to Sora while they were shaking hands had certainly crossed Tricia's mind, particularly to preempt any move that Sora might try on her. However, upon seeing that her opponent did not have any surprise in store as their hands met, Tricia knew that the honorable thing to do was to play fair, and so she did, and allowed Sora to return to her corner unmolested.

"Good luck to you, too," Tricia replied, backing into her corner, never breaking eye contact with her opponent. As the bell rang and Sora came out of her corner looking to lock up, Tricia was all too happy to indulge her opponent, holding her hands up and offering a test of strength to the other girl—the classic way to open a match, and one that Tricia thought she might have a chance at winning, owing to her slight height advantage making gravity something of an ally, despite the fact that Sora seemed to possess superior strength.

One thing that Sora couldnâ€t get over as they locked up as how they matched fairly equally; with Sora even having the advantage. Sora usually found herself being the weaker one and used lock ups to lure her opponents in and counter, so actually match another girl in it was...a little odd.

Sora would try and push Tricia back a step or two, and if she could do that and control the lock up, she would try and bring Tricia forward a bit so she could break her right arm out of the lock up to wrap it over the top of Triciaâ€s head while using her left to grab onto the bottom of the girlâ€s leotard, trying to pull the larger girl over her head for a suplex.

Even though Sora was not necessarily the strongest girl, she still had more experience wrestling than Tricia did. Tricia had, in fact, only wrestled twice before—once a playful little match with one of her friends, and another a brutal brawl with a girl who had mocked Tricia's favorite holiday—a brawl from which Tricia emerged with a broken nose and a wealth of bruises, but also with having managed to vanquish her foe.

The reason she had joined AFW was still not entirely clear, not even to Tricia herself. It was possible that she was crazy. It was also possible that she was just a spoiled American girl who wanted to have an adventure rather than deal with the real world. Either way, here she was, locked in combat with another young girl on national television.

Tricia, unfortunately, began losing ground. "Nngh..." she grunted, before all of a sudden finding herself hoisted up over Sora's head for a suplex. "What!?"

Hoisting Tricia up into the air for Sora just reminded her of training. Grab hold around the waist, pull upwards before leaning backwards, itâ€d all become a bit of a second nature for her...not that she had that much practice in suplexing people, as being the shorter and lighter one she was usually the one on the end of them. So it was a bit of a shock for her to be able to pick Tricia up. One thing she couldnâ€t get over was how light she was. She certainly expected the blonde girl to be a bit heavier...something useful to know.

Slamming down on the mat hard, Sora would let go of Tricia and get back onto her feet and charge towards the ropes. The plan for Sora was as she was running back towards Tricia, she would be just getting back to her feet and Sora would get the chance to jump at her and hope to hit her with a tilt-the-whirl headscissors takedown.

Tricia had only ever tried a few true wrestling moves, herself, and had little defense when they were performed on her. She had planned on relying on raw tenacity to see her through the match. She was only realizing now—as she dazedly stumbled to her feet, about to be taken down again by another of Sora's flashy maneuvers—that that may not have been the best strategy.

"Come on, stop that and let's have a—" she began, hoping to stave off any further traditional wrestling-style assaults from Sora, but the other girl was already upon her again, and Tricia was powerless to stop Sora from executing her headscissors takedown. "Gah!" she screamed, knowing that she was quickly losing control of the match.

As Sora landed on the mat, dragging Tricia down with her and flipping onto her back, Sora would stumble for a minute. Sheâ€d caught Tricia mid-sentence, and felt a bit bad about it really. “Sorry, what was that? What were you saying? Letâ€s have...?” would ask, but in a legitimately interested tone. In saying that, Sora would get back up onto her feet and take a few steps away from her downed opponent. Right now, she was more interested in what she was saying than actually trying to attack her. Crossing her arms, Sora would wait near the middle of the ring for Tricia to recover and finish what was saying.