So much for being friends. (for Daaharu)

Backstage after her humiliating loss to Claire, Tsukasa covered herself with the provided robe she got when she reached backstage, sniffing with light tears in the corner of her eyes, angered at the humiliation she had to endure at the hands of Claire. "That rotting bitch! She's such a lying cunt, with that cutesy cute act. Calling my chest flat and not that great, she's just jealous of me..." Tsukasa thought to herself as she made her way to the showers, in need of a cold shower to rinse off the sweat and cool down. A relaxing shower was probably for the best so that she could cool down, but if somehow she were to stumble across Claire, a relaxing shower wasn't going to be enough to calm down this girl.

Claire proudly marched down the corridors of the AFW arena, not caring in the slightest that she was topless and wearing nothing but a pair of sumo panties. She had earned her first victory here at AFW, and she was enjoying it, even if it meant getting some weird glances from some of the wrestlers and staff members who walked by. She just smiled and winked at them.

What had made her so confident? Her destruction and humiliation of Tsukasa in their sumo wedgie battle. After a fierce back-and-forth battle that saw both girls deal out their fair share of damage, Claire had kneed her Japanese foe in the crotch and given her an atomic wedgie, forcing a pained submission from Tsukasa that gave Claire her first-ever win.

Claire had taken Tsukasaâ€s panties as a trophy, too, and, as she entered the locker room and stopped by her locker, she pressed them up against her face, inhaling the scent of her hated enemy. The smell, combined with the thrill of victory, was turning the little kawaii girl on. She would definitely be bringing those panties home for some Claire time later that night. For now, she was just going to take a shower, get dressed, and relax after a hard nightâ€s work.

Tsukasa made it to the shower's locker room as she prepared for that cold shower as she was still fuming from her loss to Claire, calling the girl numerous of unflattering names under her breath, some of which were audible for anyone nearby or outside of the room. Undressing from the robe, her body was shown to have the 'battle wounds' in form of the rather large rash between her butt cheeks and a noticeable red spot on her crotch from the 'cheap and cowardly' low blow she suffered at the end of the match.

Her lower body wasn't the only thing that was red, her cheeks were still flushed from a mixture of humiliation and rage directed to Claire. "Thatstupidlittlewhinyloserbitch!" Tsukasa blurted and slurred together in a form of Angrish to the point where it was 'slightly' comprehensible as she tossed her robe across the room, still throwing a tantrum and still going strong.

Claire quietly stripped off her own panties and put them into her locker together with Tsukasaâ€s. She was careful to make sure that the two were separated—she wanted to preserve the pure scent of her Japanese foe. It was really too bad that the match had gotten so nasty. When it had started, Claire had thought that Tsukasa was pretty cute—she had thought that, if they could have begun and ended the match as friends, that they might have been able to hang out afterwards, and maybe have some fun together…

Well, that obviously wasnâ€t happening. Claire was content with never seeing that bitch again. Or, at least, she thought she was, until she heard some sort of ruckus in the next aisle over. Curious, she tip-toed to the corner, peering around it to see the very same bitch she had just defeated, throwing a tremendous tantrum.

What a baby! Claire said to herself, barely containing a wicked snicker. She couldnâ€t believe that she had a front-row seat to a real temper tantrum by a real loser. She would stand there, quietly, watching Tsukasa freak out.

Tsukasa was none the wiser that she was being watched, by the person of interest that she was so intent on releasing her frustrations about. Tsukasa never did take losing well, despite her wishes not too, a little habit that was created upon entering the league. Her rantings on Claire got more and more ridiculously childish as she continue to insult the girl as she got progressively louder and louder and more and more degrading as one of the things she ranted about were, "She's just jealous that she doesn't have a body like mine, compared to that 14-year old jail bait body of hers!" she shouted, seemingly going after anything she can think off in order to further lower her opinion of Claire.

Claireâ€s eyes narrowed in anger as she listened to Tsukasa berate her and insult her figure. She knew that she wasnâ€t exactly the most developed girl in the world! That was obvious. But when Tsukasa said it—well, Claire couldnâ€t help but be furious at the Japanese girl for being such a hypocrite. Her own body was hardly anything to write home about, and could have just as easily passed for that of a fourteen year-old as Claireâ€s. The American girl almost stepped out to say something, but she decided to wait it out and wait for the perfect opportunity to gloat about her victory to her furious enemy, should such an opportunity arrive.

And Tsukasa continued with the insults about Claire's body, still oblivious to the fact that Claire herself was watching from behind the lockers. "And the nerve of her! Saying that my chest was nothing too great what the heck would she know when she has nothing to work off of when hers are barely visible!" she shouted as she went back to a topic during the match regarding Claire's chest. It really got underneath Tsukasa's skin when Claire 'verbally attacked' her breasts as for Tsukasa it came of as jealous ranting.

"And I wouldn't have lost if that dirty coward didn't do that low blow! That dirty coward! Taking the easy way out when she knew she couldn't beat me fairly!"

Finally, Claire had had enough of Tsukasaâ€s lies and bitter declarations. She would step out from behind their locker, arms crossed above her small breasts, a small smile stretched across her face. “For the record, your ugly little pancake boobs are no better or bigger than mine,” Claire said, trying to appear calm, collected, and confident in comparison to the furious Tsukasa. “Iâ€d gladly put mine up against yours anytime. Secondly, I was already winning before hitting you in the crotch, bitch; if you donâ€t believe me, just compare your wedgie rash to mine!” She would turn around and thrust her ass towards Tsukasa, letting the girl take a good look at the raw, reddened skin between her butt cheeks.

Tsukasa nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard another voice in the room and turned around to see it was none other than Claire standing before her. Her face was a little more redden from embarrassment that someone actually saw her tantrum issues, but it was soon replaced by her frustration with Claire. "You! You cheater!" she accused with a pointed finger. Claire made short work of Tsukasa's patience when she immediately went back to insulting Tsukasa's breasts and declared that she was winning before the low blow.

And to add salt to the wound, Claire stuck her ass out as 'proof' that she won the match. "Who....would...believe..." Tsukasa started to shake with more frustration and irritation as she would then lift her foot up to try and push Claire by the butt. "a little cheater like YOU!?"

Claire squeaked in surprise as Tsukasa kicked her in the butt, forcing the American kawaii to stagger forward a few steps. She was not about to give up this golden opportunity to gloat over her hated opponent, however. “Who would believe me?” she repeated. “Try everyone in the arena! Every single one of them was cheering when I beat you, and they went absolutely wild when I stripped your cute little sumo panties off and left you naked as the day you were born!”

She laughed, once again thrusting her butt towards Tsukasa, though this time she made sure that it was not within range of the Japanese girlâ€s foot. “You lost. I won. Deal with it. If you ever want to apologize for being such a bitch—well, my butt would love to kiss and make up.” She would then give her own rear end a light slap, letting Tsukasa know where to plant her lips if she ever wanted Claire to forgive her.