Friction Debut! Sandy White vs Karen Starring

Sashaying her way to the ring, swiveling her hips from side to side, Sandy makes her debut to the tune of her entrance music: "Breathing" by Yellowcard.

She had only been at AFW for a few days, but she hadn't seen or come across any girl that she was particular impressed with. Even going so far as to yawn and lounge around in the ring as she made her entrance. The crowd was not pleased with her clear disinterest, as they began to jeer a bit.

She grabs a mic to utter a quick phrase, "Whoever comes down to this ring better be darn well worth my time." She taunted as she sat on the second rope, holding onto the top rope to keep herself up. Her booty was accentuated by being pressed up against the rope as she eyed the ramp and awaited for what she was anticipating to be her first of many victims here at AFW.

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And worth her time she would be.

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Not wasting long, Karen emerged, equipped in her usual scantily clad white corset style outfit, equipped with bunny ears, fluffy bunny tail, and matching blue gloves and boots. Taking her time with a controlled pace down to the ring, to "Power" by Kanye, she'd stop just before the ring, bringing her hands up slowly, removing and throwing aside her bunny ears.

Walking up the ring steps, she'd fixate her eyes on the new girl, who seemed to want to incur the big blondes wrath straight from the outset, given her cocky, fiery start on the microphone.

Stepping over the ropes and continuing her methodical pace forward somewhat, she'd stop just before reaching the new girl, looking her square in her eyes with hands to her hips. She was tall, just slightly taller than Karen, and just ever so slightly below Karen's weight. Looking at her, Karen was trying to figure out where the weight in the girl was. It simply wasn't in her thighs and chest, like it was with the wreck less blonde powerhouse.

Taking a step back, she'd bounce on the ropes, leaning on them, arms over, as she waited for the referee, throwing a dark smile towards the new girl.

Sandy answered Karen's smile with one of her own as Karen approached her.

Karen was built like someone that could rival Sandy in power, and that's something she hadn't seen anyone do. Sandy was eager to begin getting to work on Karen. But the first thing she wanted to begin working on was that confident smile of her, as it was annoying.

"So how much did playboy pay you to come all the way out here? " she'd hiss at Karen from across the ring, hoping to get a rise out of her in the short moment before the match began.

Hands on hips, nothing would stop Karen's confident smile. She had a big hefty new rookie stood in front of her, who she intended to work. And work her hard.

She couldn't help but chuckle, at the jibe directed at her playboy bunny style outfit. It was certainly creative, she had to give the rookie that. Usually the first jibe she'd receive would be about her chest, usually calling the amazon a fake blonde bimbo.

Her smile not at all reduced, she'd raise her hands up, circling the girl, as the referee signalled for the bell.

Sandy looked visibly annoyed that Karen was able to brush her and her insult off without letting it affect her facial expression at all. "So you really think you're hot stuff, huh?"  she remarked.

She would circle the ring with her slightly shorter, yet heftier opponent. She raised her arms, too, gesturing an offer to lock fingers for a test of strength struggle to start things off. Sandy thought she'd make her point quickly by overpower her, as she expected doing so would knock her opponent down a peg or two.

There were few women who could knock Karen off her beg straight from the outset in fact. Maybe if this had been one of several meetings between the two women, Karen would of came in guns blazing, fuelled only further by the girl essentially calling her a pricey hooker.

But alas, it was but a green as grass rookie stood before her, one she intended to teach the hard way, especially for her apparent cockiness. Stepping forward, she had every intention of raising her arms and meeting the test, confident that Sandy was not one of the few women who'd be able to actually make Karen the lesser in the test.

The two locked fingers and hands and began a test of strength in the middle of the ring. Sandy was confident this would work in her favor. So much so that she didn't even apply her full strength until a few seconds into the test.

This, however, is when it occurred to her: she was putting in a significant portion of her strength and she was failing to overpower Karen, even noticeably losing out to her and getting pushed back a bit!

She had learned how to wrestle at a few institutions before, but never had she encountered an opponent that could handle her raw strength in the ring. And she had perceived this as quite the insult. She would attempt to bring the test of strength to an abrupt end by quickly shaking one hand free and slapping Karen across the face whilst shouting and pointing at her "NO! You hear me? No! You don't get to be stronger than me!"

Satisfaction shone from the blonde, as she seemed to get the advantage from the get go, already karma seeming to want to hit the cocky and rookie girl square in the face. It didn't matter that to Karen that the rookie had evidently made a rookie mistake, failing to pour full strength in from the off. She was never the sort to give her a chance to rectify her mistake, and certainly wasn't going to suggest they restart.

It seemed the girl didn't want to keep going regardless, as a twist of fingers soon released the contest. She wouldn't get chance to lean in for a grapple of the girls body mind, as that hand slapped across her face, the crowd going deathly silent, as the slap seemed to echo in the hall.

Karens's head momentarily snapped to the side, she'd turn it back, her face completely blank, as she'd almost seemingly try to stare through the soul of the girl.

Sandy had clearly angered her veteran opponent, but that didn't stop her from using the moment as another opportunity to talk trash "Oh you've FINALLY gotten rid of that stupid smile of yours?!" She tried not to be at all intimidated by Karen's altered demeanor and her piercing gaze, and the change in atmosphere as the crowd engaged in an expectant silence. But it was obvious to everyone that she had realized that she ought not to have done that, as her voice began to crack a bit as she taunted Karen further.

Sandy attempted a follow up before Karen could lash out at her, outright. She wound up her forearm before spinning once and attempting a roaring elbow, or discus elbow smash, as some call it. A fine strike aimed right at Karen's head, the only problem being that this was a big, telegraphed move. Perhaps one way too big to be attempting this early on, as it's easy to see coming and commonly used as a finisher in pro wrestling on countries such as Japan. The high risk could have also been accompanied by high reward, however, as Sandy was  looking to get a move in that would at least faze her opponent and give her some advantage.

Karen's fury was building to never before reached levels, albeit they were kept completely under the cover of the blank, soul staring face. She'd never been slapped in such a manner, not once in her life.

Her foe intent on winding up for a much larger assault, Karen was having none of it, as she roared the moment the girl began to spin.

Ducking low, she'd hug her arms around the girl the moment she turned around to gain momentum, locking tight at her wrists. From there, if the girl failed to react, she'd hoist the girl up and over her, as quickly as she could, aiming to slam her head and shoulders painfully down to the mat in a back suplex.