Reira Kirishima vs Julia Rogers

The crowd let out a collective yell of surprise as, without so much as entrance music, the AFW Tension Champion, Reira Kirashima, made her way down the ramp, title belt on her shoulder, clad in her wrestling gear, and slid into the ring.

Demanding a microphone from the ringside crew, the red head took one and began pacing the ring, looking unhappy.

"Alright listen up! A couple weeks back, I had my first title defense, against that young punk, Domino!"

She yelled, the crowd cheering at Domino's name, making her frown more before raising the microphone back up.

"Whatever, idiots. Yell all you want. He still lost. I planted him right on his face and pinned him in the middle of the ring, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it! I walked out of that ring with this great shiny gold belt still on my shoulder!"

Reira held her belt up, just to piss the people off more and get them booing, smirking to herself.

"But something happened after that...that bitch "Julia", Domino's little squeeze, decided to interfere by getting in my ring and sticking her nose into the Thorns of a Rose's business! So I took some time to myself, to enjoy and celebrate my big win and pamper myself a bit, like a champion deserves, but now that I'm back, the very first thing I want to do is call out to the locker room back there, and get that Julia bitches attention!"

"Cmon Julia! I know you're back there! You've been moonlighting her in Tension too long for my taste, so get your hands off your boyfriends dick for a minute, come out here, and get ready to get your ass kicked!"

Seconds after Reira had finished speaking, Julia’s music started to play over the speakers in the arena, and the blonde luchadora emerged onto the stage, ring gear on and microphone in hand. She stopped on the stage, and her music quickly died down as she held the mic up to her lips.

“WHAT’S UP, KYOTO?!” she asked, smiling as the crowd gave an emphatic cheer in response, before turning her attention to Reira.

“It’s funny ya bring all that up, ‘cause I remember it a bit differently.” she said. “I remember Domino had you beat, fair and square, and you only escaped with that belt because of some help from some bimbo in your little clique.” The crowd was definitely making their agreement with Julia loud and clear, but she wasn’t done.

“And let me make some things clear to ya. My boyfriend is my business! And it was bad enough that you CHEATED him out of the biggest match of his career. But to try to assault him after that?!” She started shaking her head, that bright and friendly smile of hers long gone by this point. “You got what ya deserved.”

The crowd once again cheered in approval while Julia continued. “But ya know, I’m glad you’re itchin’ for a fight, ‘cause so am I.” She said before briefly addressing the audience again. “Do y’all wanna see me kick this bitch’s ass here tonight?!” The answer was a clear, resounding, unanimous and thunderous yes, voiced through a chorus of loud cheering.

“Well I think that settles it then! And if we’re gonna do this, I think we might as well make it official. So lets get a ref out here!” she shouted, waving an arm toward the back, before tossing her mike aside and sprinting straight toward the ring. By the time the ref did start running down to join them, Julia was already sliding into the ring, and wound then charge right at Reira in an attempt to tackle her to the mat so she could start unloading on her on the ground with a series of fast punches!

Reira grinned wickedly as Julia ran down the ramp, throwing her title belt down onto the mat and rushing to attack Julia as soon as she entered the ring.

To her surprise however, the girl knew what she was doing, leaping upon Reira, who managed to stay standing, though she was forced back a few steps from the impact with the lighter woman, and having fast punches thrown her way, connecting with her face before she could cover up.

Once the ref girl ran into the ring and signaled for the bell, Reira had gotten over the surprise start and reached out, grabbing Julia by her hair and pulling her close enough for the champ to smash her knee up into the woman's gut!

The crowd was already in a frenzy as Julia took off toward the ring. And as soon as she was in, the fight was on. Julia and Reira crashed into each other, and the blonde’s momentum drove the Tension world champ back while she sent a quick flurry of punches right into her face. And damn did it feel good too.

The ref then finally slid into the ring and signaled for the bell to ring. And almost immediately after, Reira grabbed a handful of Julia’s blonde locks. And before the masked girl could react in time, she was yanked forward, and a powerful knee blasted right into her stomach! “Ugh!” she gasped, stumbling to a knee as an arm moved over her stomach.

Reira might not be the cleanest fighter, but she was one tough bitch who also happened to be stronger than Julia was. Brawling with someone like her probably wasn’t the best idea, a reminder she was glad to have received sooner rather than later. Hoping to knock Reira away from her before she could press her offensive, she threw her right forearm forward, aiming to send it crashing into the champ’s stomach.

The shot to her stomach stalled her for a moment, but Reira quickly came back, raising her arm and dropping it down, hammering down upon the masked girls back with her forearm, the champ looking to pay back Julia's own punches with some clubbing blows of her own.

"Cmon! Get up!"

Just when Julia was about to pull herself up to her feet, a big clubbing blow smashed right into her back, dropping the blonde to her hands and knees. And after hearing the champ’s words, she started to pull herself up again, only to suddenly lash out with both boots and aim a low dropkick right at Reira’s knee.

If her kick connected, she’d roll aside as soon as she landed back on the ground again, and would stand up again after creating some distance between them.

"Gah!"

Reira yelled, dropping hard onto one knee, catching herself before she could fall further. With a loud curse, Reira pushed herself back up, rubbing her knee and looking over at her masked opponent.

"Think your so quick...you got anything better than just hit and run bullshit?"

“Heh. At least I don’t need to distract the ref to win my matches!” Julia retorted with a grin after forcing the champ to a knee. But she wasn’t just going to wait for Reira to recover, knowing she’d have to stay on her.

Bursting forward, Julia then launched herself at Reira before leaping up and attempting to slam the soles of both her cowboy boots right into her foe’s torso. She packed enough power behind the running dropkick to, hopefully, blast Reira right into the corner. She just hoped she’d moved fast enough to strike before her target could counter.

Reira hit the corner back first, holding her stomach and coughing, the cowboy boots of Julia's having sunk into her stomach before she could probably cover up.

Julia was fast alright, faster than the champ could be. She doubted she'd be able to simply catch her.

Catching her breath, Reira leaned back into the corner, trying to look more hurt than she was, trying to draw Julia in closer.

After her dropkick sent Reira into the corner, Julia picked herself up and pointed a finger into the air, eliciting a wave of cheers from the crowd as the blonde moved to the opposite corner. The champ seemed dazed, and the luchadora was going to try to take full advantage of it.

She then sprinted across the ring, hurling toward the cornered champ like a speeding bullet. And once she was close, she would once again take to the air and fire a dropkick toward the girl, this time aiming her boots directly at Reira’s skull.