Let There be Fight..

It was a quiet mid-morning in Tokyo and the sun had long ago risen across the AFW complex. Ticket stands were just opening to dole out to the soon to be endless lines of customers, for it wasn't called the greatest show on Earth for nothing.

The was a loud rumble of an engine, followed by two quick revs, breaking the peaceful silence of the day. It grew louder and louder, approaching the AFW complex, and soon the source became clear. A Harley Davidson motorcycle pulled into the parking lot of the complex carrying two passengers. The one driving was clad in a leather jacket and tight fitting jeans that hugged their legs tightly, their face blocked by the black helmet they wore. The other, much smaller passenger, was seated just behind the first's and clinging tightly to the their waist. Also wearing a leather jacket and tight jeans their face was also obscured by a helmet, this one being orange.

Right behind the Harley came two Suzuki SV650s, one being the colour red, and the other blue. Their riders both wore tight fitting white spandex suits, with lines running up the length of them coloured the same colour of their respective bikes. Like the Harley riders, their faces were also covered by helmets that also matched the colour of their bikes. They pulled up either side of the Harley, and at once they all turned off their rides, and for awhile they all sat there quietly before the towering AFW complex. Then, the Harley driver was the first one to remove their helmet, and as soon as they did, long red hair flowed out from under it.



Sarah Gatt grinned widely as she looked upon her old stomping grounds. When she had left, she was the AFW Friction Champion, a title she had no doubt relinquished when she had decided to up and leave in the middle of her reign to take a road trip of Japan. She had grown out her hair since then, and it now flowed past her shoulders as opposed to when it just stopped short of them. Behind her, her passenger removed their helmet, revealing her to be none other than Rika Smart. The younger brawler shared Sarah's grin as she looked upon the AFW, and immediately donned her old skull baseball cap.



Beside them, the two Suzuki riders withdrew their helmets as well, revealing the Ancestors of Isis team of Nha and Sha, Nha riding the blue bike and her twin sister Sha riding the red. Setting their helmets aside the twin companions of Sarah laid eyes upon the AFW, recalling fond memories of the reign of terror they held over this place.



All at once they dismounted their bikes and left their helmets upon them, and as one they set off for the complex. They walked right inside like they owned the place, Nha and Sha holding the double doors open for Sarah and Rika to stroll through. Their arrival caused quite stir. As they marched their way through the halls of AFWs backstage area everyone they encountered gave them a wide berth. Stage hands, referees, even other wrestlers. Whether out of awe or fear no one stood in their path. Within the span of a few minutes word spread like wildfire throughout the AFW. The Queen of Brawl and her crew returned.

The four women continued their way through the complex, apparently having some destination in mind before they finally arrived at it. They all came to a stop before a large thick door, and plastered across the front of said door was a plaque that read in big bold letter: THE GATT ATTACK. Upon reading it Sarah grinned wide, and without further ado set about, opening the door and walking in, the others close behind her, and came face-to-face with the person they had come to meet. "Everything ready?" Sarah asked.

"Of course, Ms. Sarah."



Benikage the ninja bowed graciously before her new mistress, her expression hidden behind the demonic mask she wore over her face. "Everything has been prepared as you asked." Straightening up she gestured at the room they were in. It was quite spacious and furnished. Couches and a television set sat in one corner of the room, while in one corner hung a punching bag. And by the far wall there was a large wooden desk, the kind a CEO sat behind. This was the new Gatt Attack headquarters.

Sarah grinned widely at the new digs, a big step up from the old broom closet they used to use. Immediately she made for the desk, running her fingers along the surface before she came upon the chair behind it. Smiling, she slid into the seat with a satisfied sigh, feeling at home already. Her smile widened, and she looked upon the four women before her with a glint in her green eyes.

"Ladies," She started, showing off a toothy grin. "Mama's got a brand new bag......"