A Lesson in Manners: Emily Nelson vs Kira Malcolm

Standard match
Victory by K.O., pinfall or submission



A susurrus of agitated, eager noise could be heard emanating from the crowd as yet another Friction match was repaired. Lately, a lot of specialist matches in alternative arenas had been done for championships and promotions like Avalanche and Summer Slam, and more than a few Rankings battles had been taking place as well. Even so, the crowd was always up for a simple, straight up battle between two competitors, where nothing was on the line at all except pride and bragging rights.

As the crowd waited, the entrance theme of the first contender cut through their murmurings. "The Wicked Symphony" by Avantasia played, and the crowd burst into cheers as the "Noble Fighter," Emily Nelson, entered the arena. The tall Scotswoman strode resolutely down the ramp, smiling at her fans as she made her way to the ring. Clad in her usual fuschia V-cut one piece, plus matching boots and pads, Emily looked as ready for a match as ever, and was certainly turning heads in the process.

Sliding under the ropes, Emily stood up to her full height and watched the opposite entrance, brushing her pink hair to the side with her hand. In her time in AFW so far, she considered herself fortunate that most of her opponents had been honest, honourable opponents who were above petty tricks or rude behaviour. If she was honest with herself, moving to AFW had been the best thing she'd done ever since Wrestle Angels went under. Whoever her next opponent was, she was confident that she was going to enjoy this fight.

The hustle and bustle of Avalanche occurred mostly in the background for the Wild Card, Kira Malcolm. The shadow it cast over the arena today was, to Kira, a premonition of the future. Before long, she would be the one on the posters and giving the interviews, the famous one... She would be the best at this. Just like everything else.

And to that end, she set her sights on this match. Her opponent, a veteran of Wrestle Angels, Emily Nelson. the Wild Card swore to herself she was going to take this woman apart. She had to. It was time for her to make a statement; to prove to the AFW universe that she was the best, and there could hardly have been a better target than this veteran of two franchises.

Engaging in her usual pre-fight ritual, she bounced back and forth on the balls of her feet, waiting for her theme, "Hell Yeah" by Rev Theory to blast over the speakers. As it did, the Wild Card would step out. A feral grin across her face, she flipped her short, blonde hair back. Her sports bra was just short enough to display her toned midriff, one of her greatest sources of pride, and her black sweatpants gave her just the flexibility she needed to maneuver. The laced boots were different than her usual footwear but they had their place in the ring, if not in Kira's other sports.

With a start, Kira would bolt down the ramp, hands outstretched, collecting high fives from the fans as she ran. Launching into a powerful leap, the Wild Card would bounce straight from the ground to catch her feet on the bottom rope, hands on the top. Kicking off the bottom ropes, Kira would pivot her body, tilting herself over the ropes with the grace of a gymnast, finally setting foot in the ring.

Giving the AFW universe a half-hearted wave, she would focus on Emily, a sneer on her face that could not possibly have conveyed more derision were it calculated to do so. "Heh," the Wild Card scoffed, "And who do you think you're supposed to be?" She stepped close to Emily. Too close. "You're in my ring."

Emily watched the new girl enter, appraising her as she strode down the ramp. The girl was thinner and lighter than Emily, and looked like she was built more for striking and aerial manuevers than endurance. The way she dressed and behaved also gave off the impression that she was a fairly aggressive fighter. Then again, she also looked like someone who had a lot to prove and a lot of people to impress. Emily had seen one too many rookies with that same arrogant swagger-- even she'd been like that at one point. Looks like I'll have another hard lesson to teach, she thought as she watched the girl approach.

As the girl flipped over the ropes into the ring, she greeted Emily by stepping into her face and delivering a snarky comment. Emily bristled at the girl's disrespectful tone, and glared down at her, folding her arms. "I dinna see your name on it," she retorted, meeting the girl's stare. "I'm Emily Nelson, and by the time we're done here, lass, your tone is going t'be much more respectful. Now, I've given you my name, and in civilized society, lass, that means you give me yours." If she had been thinking of cutting the new girl any slack before, then those thoughts were gone now.

The Wild Card gave Emily a haughty scoff. She glanced down Emily, with such derision one might usually give awful food. She had the look of a seasoned fighter, but the sort that had become complacent. One who could not keep up with her or outlast her, as Kira often said.

Putting a hand on her hip and cocking it to the side, Kira gave an icy, insincere smile, "Alright, ma'am. I will humor you. I'm Kira Malcolm. You can call me the Wild Card." Her face quickly dropped any vestige of humor, "Now get your flabby, ugly ass out of my ring, or I will show you exactly what sort of society you think--" Kira finished that sentence not with a word but by arcing her head back and delivering swift headbutt to Emily, which, if it connected, would strike with a painful smack. She aimed a bit lower than Emily's forehead, trying to smack the bridge of the nose.

Either way, the ref girl would be unamused by this unprovoked assault and would signal for the bell hastily.

Emily found herself liking Kira's attitude less and less as this exchange wore on. The girl was openly rude, disrespectful, insulting...and by and large the exact opposite of most of the opponents Emily had faced so far in AFW. I was bound to run into a heel at some point, she thought to herself. If this 'Wild Card' wanted to be a disrespectful cow, fine then-- she wouldn't recieve any respect from Emily either (or mercy, for that matter).

Her frown tightened, however, once Kira made some choice comments about her weight and appearance "How dare you--" She was cut off, however, as Kira's head suddenly slammed forwards into hers.

"UUUGH!" Emily's head snapped back from the blow, and she swayed dizzily as she was blindsided. Cursing under her breath, she wound up facing away from Kira, clutching her forehead as she was left wrong-footed by that attack. "You...cheating little..."

Kira's head jerked back from the impact of the headbutt. That hurt, but not as much as it hurt Emily. Plus, her indignant protests gave the Wild Card a certain pleasure. The ref girl had shouted a few rebukes to Kira but she knew that was all the referee was going to do.

"Awwww.... Poor baby..." Kira teased, wasting no time. She charged in and tried to tackle Emily to the mat. The Wild Card wanted to end this fast, to come on strong and not let up. She tried to do nothing else but get atop Emily and pound the crap out of her head. If she could get a flurry of blows in, the Wild Card assumed, she could wrap this up before either of them broke a sweat.

Emily's head throbbed from the impact of that headbutt, and her vision was a swirled, dizzy mess, but she had taken worse. Giving her head a no-nonsense shake to clear the cobwebs, she spun around to face her attacker--

--and felt Kira's body slam hard against hers in a straight-up tackle. "OOOOPH!" Emily gasped, the air driven from her lungs just as she was driven off her feet, crashing hard onto her back. She winced, her chest rising and falling as she sucked in air, just as she felt the lighter girl straddle her waist.

And then the punches came. Kira's fists slammed down against Emily's skull, sending her head shaking left and right as the lighter girl unleashed a barrage of punches against her. "Aaaah..." was all that Emily was able to moan as her legs flailed uselessly under this onslaught. In the background, the crowd began to boo Kira's heel-ish antics.

That is, until Emily gritted her teeth and twisted her body sharply to the side, hopefully throwing the Wild Card off of her, though by this point her punches would have done their job...

Each crash of knuckle against skull fed the Wild Card's adrenalin further. Just pounding the crap out of someone felt great. It was enough to keep her more focused through the dull pain of the headbutt. Emily got the worst of it, but there are no real winners when skulls collide. Kira had taken a lot of blows to the head, and did not shy away from such pain.

Still, maybe that pain slowed her down just enough, gave her just enough tunnel vision that she had not stuck a better mount... or maybe Emily was just fast and skilled enough to escape, but the Scot managed to buck the Wild Card off her. The athlete was quick to her feet though. She grinned at Emily wildly, taunting her, "Awww, is whining all you can do? You remember that this isn't a hentai match, right? You're actually up against someone who can actually fight... not that anyone would fuck your ugly ass." Kira would bolt toward Emily, leaping and aiming a flying punch at her face.

If dodged but not countered, Kira would keep her momentum going, charging up the ropes and leaping off back toward Emily tilting her body to launch a dropkick at the Scot.

Emily was still pretty dazed from the Wild Card's furious barrage of punches, and was only able to push herself up to her hands and knees while Kira taunted her. She grimaced at Kira's biting words, but the moment she stood back up, the Wild Card was on her once again, nailing her with a hard punch to the temple.

"Gnnnnnh..." Almost losing her balance, the Noble Fighter was sent staggering backwards and flailing into the ropes. The match was barely a few minutes old, and she was already taking a beating from...no, being humiliated by...this newcomer. She gritted her teeth, telling herself that Kira's little headstart ended here.

As Kira bounced off the ropes and came charging towards her, Emily willed herself to move, rolling forwards to spin out of the way of Kira's drop kick, while shooting an arm forwards to nail the girl with a surprise clothesline.