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One Totally, 110%, Extremely Serious Spar

When Feruza was a brand new wrestler in AFW, a hold like this would have made her feel bad about herself. But now, in the middle of a spar with the girl who was indisputably her #1 crush, she didn’t feel very bad at all, strangely enough. Wrestling was fun. Sure, some hurting came along with the fun, but that was the sacrifice you had to make, sometimes.

”You know you w— ach! Hey!” Feruza complained, as Eka began to use her whole body to try and pry her powerful legs off of her. And, to the Uzbek’s dismay, it was working! Her limbs began to slowly drift apart from one another, even as she exerted herself! And then, her beloved Eka hopped up a few inches, and dislodged herself from what Feruza had thought would be her secret weapon. ”Damn you! Hmph... well played, friend.” admitted the proud girl as she began to get to her knees.

Feruza smiled once more at Eka. She always looked so divine, like a Georgian goddess of beauty, as if there should be a ray of heavenly light coming down from on high to illuminate her to the world. She was the most beautiful thing Allah had ever made, thought Feruza. How she had managed to get into a wrestling match with her had to be proof of a higher power.

A Clash in Gel! (Ari Nagawa vs. Li-Mei)

"Mmmhmmhmhhm...Nice to hear that from the #1 contender herself." Li-Mei cooed at Ari. The white and black fabric mashed together between the lovely breasts of the two, both competitors stuck together, not with much help from the gel itself of course. It's a wonder that the bikini top itself is keeping from exploding out of Li-Mei's chest, both of their nipples could be felt from underneath the top. Such a thing was a hindrance for the areola to feel the skin of another.

She couldn't help but love her opponent even more as they are in the tight embrace, both smiled at each other as they stand in the sea of gel. Li-Mei did want to get some action going on, but admittedly, she was a bit selfish in not letting go of her opponent. She did love having Ari's body on hers. So why not do something that she doesn't have to lose anything?

Hence the Belly-to-belly suplex.

Considering that her opponent is a tad smaller than her, Li-Mei was able to lift the Japanese girl over before slamming her right onto the thick, yet cushioning gel. Despite the rather rough approach, Li-Mei knew the landing itself wouldn't be as devastating as if she threw her on the canvas itself. The gel enough to cushion a slam, but still reminding you of it.

The crowd go wild with applause as they see the small explosion of gel flying in the air a little. Ari left drenched with gel and Li-Mei getting some on her body. Ari sure didn't want to stay down for longer and honestly, neither did Li-Mei for reasons that will be revealed later. The Japanese girl asked her if that's the game she's playing. While they both get to their feet in the gel, Li-Mei chuckled. "Ah, forgot to ask you. You like it rough or soft?" She says jokingly, especially since she could have asked before she would throw the contender for the belt hard into a pool of gel. Li-Mei sees that Ari is the kind of person that would probably like both though.

As they would get back up, Li-Mei's plan would soon be revealed as she keeps the hug tight and would try to get Ari Nagawa herself into suplex city with yet another belly-to-belly suplex attempt![/color]

Manami "Wolf Girl" Kuroda

Sex: Female
Age: 25
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 140 pounds
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Hometown: N/A
Nationality: Japanese
Alignment: Heel

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Strategy: Echoes of Manami’s unforgiving personality can be seen in her behavior in the ring. Whether or not she makes the first move is irrelevant, for her goal is always the same. Wear the opponent down, and as soon as their defenses crumble, go in for the kill. From there she uses the most painful holds and locks she can muster. Strikers are especially susceptible owing to her impressive speed and quick reactions. Even if it means risking an injury, nothing will stop Manami from her goal: hearing her opponent scream defeat. She is a cruel, sadistic mistress of submissions, maximizing pain over efficiency.

Type: Sadistic Submissionist
Style: Jujutsu / Shuai Jiao

Preferred matches: Hardcore l Falls Count Anywhere l No Holds Barred; Especially w/ humiliation stipulations.

Favorite moves:
- Arm and Wrist locks
- Scissors
- Leg Slicers
- Rear Chokes

Signature Move:
Gjöll - A mainstay in Manami's repertoire, immortalized after her victory at SS18. The wolf locks her arms around her opponent's neck in a rear naked chokehold and wraps her legs around their midsection, anchoring her prey to the floor before crushing them with merciless force.

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Finishing Moves:
Tooth and Claw - After forcing her opponent to the mat, Manami will reach her leg around and wedge it underneath the crook of her opponent's neck. She'll then wrap both arms behind the opponent's neck, sneaking one hand over and the other under the leg before locking them together. She'll then reel the leg back, pronouncing the muscles in her leg as she locks in a koji clutch.

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Icarus Kick - With her opponent hunched over, Manami will rebound off the ropes, running towards them before leaping up and bringing her leg down on the back of their neck, knocking them out with an axe kick. Used in her Entropy Title match against Valley Doll to score the first pinfall. Has since become an Summer Splash highlight, and the moment of a fan favorite's fall from glory.

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Apex Predator - Digging her knees into her opponent's back, Manami will grab her opponents arms and fall back with a backbreaker. Keeping her knees pinned to their back, she'll wrap both arms around the opponent's own neck with an improvised chinlock to leave them helpless in her grasp.

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Physical Stats
Endurance: ★★★★☆

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Strength: ★★★☆☆

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Speed: ★★★★☆

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Defense: ★★★★☆

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Technique: ★★★★☆

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Wrestling Stats
Strikes: ★★★☆☆  

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Submissions: ★★★★★

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Powerhouse: ★★★☆☆

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Aerial: ★☆☆☆☆

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Counters: ★★★★★

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Personality: Cold and calculating, Manami is a woman who prides herself on appearing formidable, imposing, and the smartest person in the room. No matter the size or strength of those she encounters, she engages them all with the same serious mannerisms. With her superiority established, her tone shifts to one of derision and disregard. An almost toying aspect unravels in matches she becomes particularly absorbed in. More so than usual, that is. Maintains a cooler temperament outside of the ring, but is nonetheless absorbed in her delusions of superiority.

Appearance: Wears her same outfit from her time back in the underground circuit. A green sports bra with matching short shorts and black wrestling shoes. Her former team’s name adorns her chest in kanji.

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"Fierce and Gallant":

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This woman’s entire life seems to embody violence. Manami Kuroda grew up in the southern end of Kyushu, in a small town along the rim of Kagoshima Prefecture. As descendants of Shimazu attendants, the war song of their predecessors runs through the veins of each member of the Kuroda family. With each generation, however, the hymn seemed to fade into the background with the ousting of samurai traditions and the changing societal tide. Their youngest, however, seemed more fit to be amongst her warrior ancestors. From the moment she left womb, Manami came into the world punching and kicking. She thrashed about so violently the doctors seriously considered administering a sedative up until she calmed on her own. It could be considered an omen for things to come.

The Shimazu were often regarded as mad warriors alike beasts on the battlefield, and this one was no different. The girl could never sit still. Getting into fights with the other kids, coming home at late hours covered in scratches and bruises, outright disappearing at times until someone found her or she returned of her own accord. Needless to say, it was a miracle that she had passed through any of her subjects. It wasn’t until she entered junior high that her grades began to improve. More likely than not, this was because she had finally found an outlet. The wrestling team.

Manami seemed to possess a natural talent for forcing submissions. It was either years of experimentation or her warrior blood that explained her prowess. Her teammates couldn’t be happier to have such a robust talent among them, not that that she cared. With something in her day to actually look forward to, she’d work even harder to keep it. Her academics steadily improved, and for each year all the way up to her time as a senior, Manami remained at the top of her class. It was difficult, but if it meant continuing to wrestle, she was more than happy to continue her studies. To no one’s surprise, she would eventually become the school’s wrestling ace without a single loss to her name. The title commanded both respect and fear. This also came with a noticeable shift in her personality. One of haughty arrogance in place of simple short-tempered aggression. Less and less, with each consecutive victory, the respect for her opponents seemed to leave her. Her eyes grew distant and cold. Even so, she managed a stellar academic record and was set to become a star pupil amongst her peers, twisted hobbies aside.

This all culminated in one match between a rival school’s rising star and the undefeated ace at the end of the year. Each round was an uphill struggle, but the rival girl’s endurance had finally started to wane, and Manami gladly seized the opprotunity. Her opponent had practically slid into the hold, and in that instant, that arm was no longer hers. A twist there, a rough pull here, and the entire audience could hear the pop. With every crank Minami’s sadistic smile grew ever larger. Even as the girl’s shrieks filled the gymnasium, intense laughter echoed right alongside them until the referee could pry the two apart. The next day, she was expelled. All of her friends and mentors gone. Her university applications suddenly rescinded. The Kuroda family could only hang their heads in shame. A bright future in tatters.

From there on, there were little options for Manami. Her parents disowned her and she was left to wander with nothing more than the clothes on her back. Even so, she was a resourceful young woman with a remarkable, if squandered, intellect. She got by through networking with the rest of the societal outcasts. Hobos, street urchins, even common criminals, working together with them to scrape together some semblance of a life for herself. Pickpocketing, breaking into kitchens, dragging wide-eyed tourists into a dark alley, anything that they could get by on was enough for her. By the end, she was actually enjoying it. The perfectly executed strikes and panicked expressions never failed to grow an elated smile on her face. A couple of months later, however, she caught wind of an underground fighting racket, and the temptation was just too much to ignore.

For her debut, she left quite the impression. The organizers enjoyed the idea of seeing a nimble young woman utterly ravaged against the chalked pavement. Even more so since there were few competitors other than men in the underground. A three-on-one match was organized, and by the end, one would stand above their mangled and tortured bodies. As their pained groans and cries echoed throughout the small, dimly-lit arena, Manami merely sat atop them, eerily content with her legs crossed, taking in the sight. Every single face surrounding her kept still in awe. Even in a circuit filled with vagabonds and degenerates, it was rare to see this kind of brutality. From the way she’d thrash and twist in her opponent's grip, to how she’d swiftly move from one side of the chalked circle to the next. Her mannerisms as she leapt into the air and took her opponent down with her. Striking with precision in movements that appeared haphazard, sudden, and out of control. Above all this, it was the noticeable hunger in her eyes as she circled, striked, and finished her adversary that caught onlookers attention. She was like a predator, unintimidated and constantly on the prowl. From the moment she left the circle, she would be referred to as the “Wolf Girl”. The woman attacking like a beast moving to confound its prey. The grappler that lived for nothing other than to hear her opponent scream.

Even amongst mean thugs and intimidating heavyweights, the Kuroda prodigy was a force that few dared to reckon with. For years, her reputation was left to ferment over the tales and undeniable results of her sporting hunts. Money was her main motivation for a while, then it was the drug. The sweet, intoxicating drug of pain. Feeling bones snap in her grip. Hearing them wail against her. The utter rush she felt in her blood as she pushed their limits. The utter disdain that was left behind after a thorough destruction was the icing on the cake. It wasn’t uncommon for her to drag a loser kicking and screaming into privacy, happy to “practice” with them after the match. With each session her skills subtly improved and her attacks became increasingly devastating in conjunction with her cruel personality. One especially brutal showing left a hardy man bloodied and broken underneath her. He’d managed to provoke her ire enough that she’d taken things a step forward, as she knelt down over his helpless form and dug into his neck with her teeth bit by bit. Snapping away and briefly gazing at the ceiling, she’d let out a fearsome howl from her blood soaked mouth. One hand strained into a claw-like shape, the other gripping onto her opponent, legs spread over him like a claimed meal, it was clear that her alias was well-founded.

With this, she made a name for herself. Money was flowing and she’d gotten herself some proper attire. A couple years later, she even hand-picked a tag partner and subordinate. “Friends” were something she’d long abandoned, and so she never even bothered to remember the woman’s name. Nevertheless, the two were a fierce and gallant duo. The entire underground network was turned upside down on its heels as the two never lost a match together. Slowly but surely, they had run out of challengers, and Minami’s attitude, while useful establishing authority, found her at a loss.

For a while, she pondered going professional. But who would taker her? She managed a noticeable, if tiny and almost harmless, criminal record from those months on the street. And her underground battles were less than legal. Plus, she had no problem with causing injuries. Would they even want her? Would any ring? Anywhere?

Her questions were answered when a scout arrived to the chalked circle one day. She was early and they were alone. How he managed to find the place was a mystery. All she knew for certain was the offer he made her. To take the next paid trip out of Kyushu...and join AFW. For a moment, just a moment, she raised an eyebrow and let out a chuckle. But no, this man was serious. And when she saw that, there was no doubt in her mind that this would be a step in the right direction. As she boarded the plane to Tokyo, a long, wicked smirk would accompany her as she left her homeland for the path to the future she’d make for herself. Out of her opponents very bones if need be.

Fun Facts:
- Absolutely adores dogs, though she never expresses her glee outwardly.
- Hates Anpan. With a passion.
- Would like to have kids one day, but a day far removed from all of this.



Offical Record: 2 - 2 - 0

Wins: 2

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Losses: 2

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Draws: 0

Career Milestones:
- #1 Entropy Championship Contender! (Summer Splash 2018)
- Current AFW Entropy Champion!

Relationships
Friends: None
Allies: Yuki Kitashima, Fumika Hua, Kaede Komatsuzaki
Rivals: None
Enemies: None
Crushes: None



1. You Are the Wilderness -Manami goes into her debut match expecting little against a scrappy punkette. What follows is the shortest, most embarrassing match of her entire life. Her opponent needs to learn some discipline...
2. In the Wolf's Jaws - ...and Manami is more than happy to instruct. The Wolf Girl drags the pinkette backstage after a woeful debut. Locking themselves in a private room, Manami intends to enjoy every second they have alone together. Every. Painful. Second.
3. Snow and Wolf - After an unsatisfactory showing, Manami is pitted against another rookie. While only slightly more competent than her last foe, Yuki Onna's martial abilities can only carry her so far.
4. My Dear Manami - Manami receives an unexpected invitation from a former Entropy Champion. Words are exchanged, terms are met, lessons painfully dealt.
5. The Wolf vs. The Amazon - The Wolf Girl faces down Alania Sanders in a backstage bout. Fire and fury tear through the halls, and only one can stand tall at the very end.
6. Belinda Northman Vs. Manami Kuroda - The Wolf Girl hunts the Shooting Star, entering the foray with Friction's golden child, Belinda Northman. Though hardly as desirable as her sister, handcuffing the bright-faced veteran is too tempting an offer to ignore.
7. Dire Straits - An uninvited guest breaks into the Wolf's Den. Bloodshed and retribution breed new life into the Pack.

Ouka Shumisen vs. Belinda Northman

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Belinda had heard a few things about her opponent for the night. Ouka Shumisen, she was supposed to be rather tough. A kind of woman you didn't want to mess with. A rough and wild heel who played by her own rules. She had been voted #1 heel a few times in a few magazines, so Belinda knew she had to be careful. 

The Swede wasn't about to be intimidated though. She was planning on fighting as well as she always did, do her best and come out on top! She was already dressed in her usual blue and white attire. The blond stepped out onto the ramp as her music started to play out of her speakers. The young Northman came running down the ramp, her hood up as she ran down at full speed. 

Once she reached the ring she jumped up in mid run and dove through the ropes in an impressive display of agility. Rolling smoothly into the ring up onto her feet. She'd then walk towards the turnbuckle, climbing up and then pulled off her hood, smiling at the crowd as she would raise both of her arms up into the air. 

Belinda would hear the roars and cheers of the crowd as she then jumped down from the turnbuckle and walked to the center of the ring, then turned and looked on at Ouka. She would give her a determined look and then back up towards her own corner as she awaited the ref-girl to move in and start explaining the rules and such.

Masuyo Ai

Sex: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 155 lbs
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Black
Hometown: Tokyo Metropolis
Nationality: Japanese
Alignment: Face
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Strategy: Masuyo is an agressive fighter who aims to be the first to strike when the match is underway. She keeps the pressure on her opponent by throwing everything she has with zero leniency. She harasses them with quick strikes, getting in their face and never surrendering an inch, before tying them tight submission holds to either force a knockout or a tap. She either fights with all of her spirit, or none of it at all. This doesn't mean that she's without caution and is far from a careless competitor. Her relentless offense is a way to constantly gauge her opponent, looking for openings and watching for counters. She likes to rely upon her own strength whenever she can if she is to improve herself, but isn't afraid to get hot and bloody with an equal either.

Type: Striking Submissionist
Style: MMA / Aikido

Preferred Matches:  Standard l Hardcore l Iron Woman l Cage/Octagon Match

Favorite Moves:
- Rear Naked Choke
- Guillotine Choke
- Gogoplata
- D'Arce Choke
- Kimura Lock

Finishing moves:
Demonic Pull: Starts out as a simple Bow and Arrow. Masuyo then extends her legs and moves her grips onto the opponents shin and forearm. This extends the bow and whilst she manages to keep her foe balanced on their side, allowing gravity to assist in the punishment as she bears down on them. Given her superior strength, this move has the potential to tear a limb from its socket if done harshly enough.

Physical Stats
Endurance: ★★★★★

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Strength: ★★★★☆

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Speed: ★★★☆☆

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Defense: ★★★☆☆

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Technique: ★★★★☆

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Wrestling Stats
Strikes: ★★★★☆

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Submissions: ★★★★☆

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Powerhouse: ★★★☆☆

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Aerial: ★☆☆☆☆

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Counters: ★★★☆☆

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Personality: Masuyo is your typical hot-blooded, youthful springtime fighter with nothing to lose and everything to gain. Courageous, determined, although too tenacious for her own good at times. Masuyo is largely motivated by her love of the fight and a desire to rise above one challenge after another. Though she's largely foregone the peaceful lessons from her upbringing, she still acts with a degree of restraint, keeping mindful of what others can handle.

Masuyo is only as strong as the community around her, and she loves her hometown more than anything. She accepts and gives help wherever it may be found or needed within the federation. If it means protecting those weak or disadvantaged, Masuyo will throw herself into the line of fire without a second thought. She faces her opponents with respect, but isn't above talking down to a presumably lesser foe, more out of genuine fun than any sort of arrogance.

Despite her local reputation, she maintains a social life similar to anyone else's, mixing fun and professionalism freely. She's incredibly confident and optimistic, to the point she's developed a rather cocky side to her that only blows up in her face about half of the time. Her simple and light-hearted demeanor keeps a smile on her face regardless of the situation. She moves forward day after day with a burning passion deep in her heart, improving slowly through whatever experience life thrusts upon her.

Appearance: Commonly wears a sports bra and shorts, unless the match demands otherwise. Keeps Gin's scarf with her for good luck. Only wears it to the ring with her secondary attire.

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Noodle Shop Portrait:

Masuyo Ai grew up in a fairly atypical household for a future fighter. Living in the attic of her family's ramen shop, there was scarce a reason to learn any form of combat in the family trade. Martial arts had long been a tradition within the Ai bloodline, tracing back generations, done today more out of respect than resourcefulness. Aikido, however, was a recent addition to the household. This split was bred from her grandfather's dissolution with violence after months of killing his fellow countrymen in the Boshin War. He took up the way of the harmonious spirit, determined to foster a lineage of peace as recompense for his actions. When Masuyo came of age, it was only natural that she was put through the motions, just as her mother before her. Having adopted and fully mastered the art surprisingly quickly, her parents were convinced that tradition ran deep in her veins and she would grow up to become a superb noodle chef.

Sometime after her 16th birthday, a young man burst through the front of their store. A known cretin within the area, he began flinging a knife around, making demands for their profits from today. Her training would prove...somewhat useful in subduing the thief. However, the basic "Do No Harm" philosophy of Aikido left her with little options when the blade was turned to the throats of her older parents. Masuyo could only surrender. He was free to take their money and leave. One look at her vulnerable state, however, and the boy couldn't help but get his licks in. A senseless beating ensued, one that left the Ai's restaurant in tatters and the floors stained with their daughter's blood. Long after the thug had left, Masuyo would continue reassuring her parents of her well-being. Internally, however, she was shattered. This ordeal could be marked as her first, most crushing defeat. She resolved to become strong enough to protect her loved ones and the city she was raised in. Abandoning the peaceful ways of the Ai tradition, Masuyo set out to become a warrior.  

At a local sparring gym, she met a prize fighter known only as "Gin", whom agreed to mentor her after days of hounding. The silver-haired, scruffy man was once a recognized champion within Tokyo, but had long since gone into an alcoholic-induced retirement. Nevertheless, he had an eye for talent, and Masuyo proved a worthy pupil indeed.

The following months she spent with Gin within the Shibuya ward, training and adopting a number of skills from the gruff prize fighter. Day after day the lessons were, quite literally, beaten into her until they became instinct, embedding into her mind like the bruises slowly lining her trained body. Long into the night, the sweat would build upon her skin until it would glisten under the coming morning sun. The days she was supposed to spend resting would instead be used on "improvised training", tripping up purse thieves, beating thugs into the dirt, and even challenging a yakuza on more than one occasion. After each passing day and with each fight, Masuyo's strength, experience, and confidence grew.

And then one day, during her usual sparring, Masuyo witnessed a sight that made her blood run cold as ice. Through the doors to the boxing gym came the thieving boy that had harassed her parents' store. All in that same moment, the ice melted, turning to a rushing flood that enveloped her whole body. She charged up to the boy, ignoring her mentor's protest, locking her steel gray eyes onto his lazy pupils, fists tightened as her dead-eyed expression remained as cool as it was the day he met him. Recognizing her, he gave a grim smile, lips tightening as he felt as though his mouth might drool. The boy reach a hand out towards her chest, aiming to relive that day that replayed so pleasantly within his mind, getting close enough to practically feel the heat from her perfect flesh radiating through the fabric. Only, his memory was cut short when her fist struck the bridge of his nose as quick as lightning. The boy reeled back, clutching his nose, and only noticed a few seconds after that Masuyo was pointing towards the ring, her expression as cold and still as the grave. "Beat me, and you can do whatever you like. But if I win, you'll apologize before me, my family, and you won't step a foot in front of our home ever again."

The boys eyes widened, then narrowed. He tasted the blood streaming down to his mouth then smirked. His eyes flashed with temptation for just a moment. A few minutes later, they would be overtaken with fear. Masuyo beat the boy to a pulp, expertly countering and striking her fists and legs into every inch of his body. It was such a brutal showing, in fact, that paramedics were brought in before the match had even ended. The next day, she dragged him before her parents, whereupon he begged forgiveness onto the restaurant floor. His sincerity was received, and Masuyo's annoyingly generous parents saw him disappear into the Shibuya crowds. It was the last day she would ever see him.

With her training complete, it only seemed natural to have her undertake professional bouts. A mere mention of the idea from Gin, and Masuyo was fully onboard, feeling both vindicated and unstoppable. And unstoppable she was. Fight after fight, challenger after challenger, men and women, amateurs and veterans were broken and battered before her feet. The way she would quickly move and decisively strike her opponent from one side of the mat to the next. The way she would tear across the ring like a...yaksha. It commanded fear and respect alike. Her professional streak and ferocity, not to mention her infamous crusade against the underworld, gave rise to her alias as "The Demon of Shibuya". Given this notoriety, it wouldn't be long until a scout form the AFW would arrive. Taken aback initially, a world of opportunities struck her mind at once. The places she could go, the things she could see, the lesson she could learn, and all of them could be hers. Masuyo had all the assets the federation could desire. Strength, beauty, and dedication. "Just say the word," the scout said, simply, "and I'll show you the world of wrestling."

Only one thought came through her mind as she signed the dotted line: I'm going to win. No matter what.

Fun Facts:
- Makes an annual trip to Kyoto Tower, just to see her homeland out to the distance.
- Enjoys sweets, from simple candies to full desert spreads. Her strict training, however, keeps her figure balanced and limits her opportunities to become a glutton. Not too uncommon to find her at a candy shop on her break days, however.
- Her folks despise television, so she writes letters and occasionally stops for a bowl of noodles to assure them their daughter is still alive and kicking, but mostly grappling.
- Likes a good samurai flick.



Record: 3 - 3 - 1

Wins: 3

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Losses: 3

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Draws: 1

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Career Milestones:
- Debuted against an AFW champion!
- #1 Tag Team Championship Contender! (Avalanche 2017 w/ Valley Doll)

Relationships
Friends: None
Allies: Fubuki Kessho
Rivals: None
Enemies: None
Crushes: None


1. Debut!
The Demon of Shibuya makes her debut in the Friction arena, demanding to face a champion within the ring!
2. Start of a Rivalry
Her first day at the gym, Masuyo witnesses a brutal thrashing in the sparring ring. There are some things she can't let go, and one thing leads to another.
3. The Demon and the Prince!
Masuyo makes her first appearance in the Tension arena against the self-proclaimed prince of wrestling, Daisuke Takeuchi.
4. Hardstyle Hentai!
Completely out of nowhere, Masuyo's next fight ends up being a hentai match against an incredibly flustered "Officer Snow", Elsa Karlsson. She's never one to turn down a challenge, but...
5. Fight of Might!
The Demon faces the goddess of destruction within the ring, Vritra Savage, the Burning Asura. An absolute titan of a woman carrying over 250 pounds of muscle, she's had difficulties finding a suitable opponent. Until now.
6. So a Demon and an Angel Walk in the Park...
An unexpected visit that leads to an unexpected date with a former opponent. Life is just full of surprises.
7. Bloody Plushies
Masuyo clashes with a viscous newcomer in a hardcore match. Quickly removed from the official AFW YouTube page, this match can only be viewed by paid sponsors and through Dark Web outlets.
8. ~Crème De La Crème~ Feat. Masuyo Ai and Valley Doll
By royal decree, the Demon is invited to a posh gathering at the center of the Friction arena. The imperialists arrange an interesting pairing between herself and her old friend, Valley Doll, for this year's Avalanche. The four sit and partake in completely civil discussion.
9. AV 17 Tag Title: Imperial Order vs. Masuyo & Valley Doll
Her first pay-per-view match and the biggest fight of her career. The Demon of Shibuya and the current Entropy Champion take on the Imperial Order for the titles of Tag Team Champions.
10. Iron Sharpens Iron
Masuyo bounces back with 60 minutes against the Belly Queen of AFW.
11. Nature and Glory
Masuyo reconnects with her master after a long time away. A merciless mixed martial artist disrupts their reunion.
12. AV 20 Masuyo Ai vs. Roxy Ashworthy
The Demon of Shibuya and the Conqueror enter the octagon.
13. Beware of Bears

"Amazon" Alaina Sanders vs. Laura Satoshi

Laura, while Alaina was making her entrance, was putting the finishing touches on her very simple, very classical wrestling attire. She laced up her white knee-high boots and tightened her pads, and then stood up to look herself over in the mirror a few times. Even though she was nearing 50 years old, Laura was lucky enough to still look pretty good, as if she were still in her mid-30s. She didn't have as many fans in Japan as her young, tiny daughter did, considering she had only competed in one match, but she still loved the buzzing noise of the crowd, bringing up nostalgic memories from her youth.

Her attention was quickly snapped back to the present when a knock at the changing room door let her know that she had to head out to the ring. She smirked at herself in the mirror and turned to walk out. Today was going to be a fun day, in Laura's mind. She was about to face someone who had won a fairly decisive victory over her teenage daughter, and who took great pride in her physical strength and fitness. Laura had no doubt she'd enjoy dominating this woman and throwing her around the ring, and given Alaina's status in AFW a victory may well get more people approaching her and asking for autographs and such again.

At ringside, in the very front row and staring right up at Alaina, and dressed up in an over-the-shoulder cropped white t-shirt and little red short-shorts, was tiny Zoey herself! On one hand was a large foam finger bigger than her head, reading 'Alaina #1!' that she waved vigorously when Alaina noticed her, a silly grin on her face. In the other, a large drink cup about as thick and large as Alaina's biceps.

The lights went dark, and the audience stopped their cheering for the moment, the arena only lit up by various camera flashes. When they came back on, Laura's music came out of the arena speaker system and set the audience off cheering again. The giant of a lady stood tall at the top of the ramp with a smirk on her face, and then began walking down, looking around at the gigantic crowd that had packed the stadium with a smile on her face. She saw Zoey, and gave a disapproving shake of her head when she read what was on the big orange hand she was waving around.

Eventually, Laura slid into the ring and stood upright, going literally toe-to-toe with Alaina to show off. Alaina had been huge compared to Zoey, the younger Satoshi girl having barely reached Alaina's shoulders when stood upright. Here, the situation was completely reversed. The top of Alaina's head was about level with Laura's chin, and the Amazon was clearly very outmatched in musculature aswell, Laura's arms and legs a fair bit thicker than Alaina's. She grinned at that too. "I heard you had hurt my daughter?" she taunted with a grin, flexing one arm.

Topic: Wrestling?

scorn53 wrote: There is honestly no defence for giving Jinder that #1 spot. He has zero fanbase, zero popularity.

Meltzer is reporting that Mahal's No 1 contendership is due to WWE planning to go for the Indian market. So that's not fully, factually correct. Otherwise, I agree. They just threw any sense of progression and went full Russo on this.

Topic: Wrestling?

Again, just zero context or reasoning for the Undertaker hate. Alot of us are still reeling from it. Save it for later.

And again, not rather screw Smackdown, but screw Vince. There is honestly no defence for giving Jinder that #1 spot. He has zero fanbase, zero popularity. That roar at the end was not heel heat, but more 'how fucking stupid...' heat. No "He deserves it, he's been here 5+ years." With that logic, Big Show should have the Universal title, and Alicia Fox should be stomping through the women with a streak similar to Asuka's. Did anyone actually know his finisher before he just used it on Sami? (Besides that stiff-as-hell forearm he's just put Finn on the backstretch with).

It was literally just a screw-you-fans choice. Harper is finally shining and that shot could of given him another step. Hell even Ziggler deserved it after the feud-of-the-year with Miz, only to lose his IC title near instantly. Even Mojo kayfabe could of won it given his battle royale push. Jinder's last main-show singles win was in frigging September against Swagger. This is the equivalent of that local jobber KO killed instead pinning KO clean.

Although I'll give them credit, Randy is gonna get a hell of a cheer when he kills him at Backlash.

But alas, disagreeing with one opinion = salty.

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xalex wrote:@RadiantKarna332 i think she is free^^



A few question from me as well.... is the 2. one used and would the first one go as a kawaii?

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#1 is used, though the person who had her has since quit the site.