Rough Revenge On The Buxom Bunny

Wearing somewhat of an outfit she'd next to never be seen in on AFW premises, Karen Starring was somewhat aggressively searching through her dressing room drawers. Clad in a white t-shit and fitting jeans, the buxom blonde swore under her breath, restraining herself from pulling out each individual drawer themselves and turning them upside down. In search of her apartment keys, Karen had somewhat stupidly misplaced them, after changing her outfit from casual, to training, and back again, after a short and somewhat distasteful practice/training session with some generic, no name 'gone-in-a-week' rookie to the Friction roster; one who thought it a smart idea to prod a vicious, ruthless amazon of a woman like Karen into 'teaching' them. The session didn't last long, to say the least. Growling somewhat at her frustration, she'd continue to turn the room nearly upside down.

Completely unaware, that simply because she was out of fighting gear, her fighting for the night was not done...

As if late, Juniper hasnt really been taking on her self-proclaimed status of being chaotic neutral. She was leaning more towards a heel type. But at the same time, she was a heel that was going after and taking on both heels and faces alike.

Then again, Juniper just fought whoever she wanted. And she would do whatever it was to get to a fight to happen. Thag included pissing off someone who shouldn't normally be poked at. While the familiar girl tore apart tue room for something, Juniper had that something in hand.

She dangles the keys from one finger while standing in the doorway.

Karen would suddenly stop her searching, bent over somewhat awkwardly at a dresser. She'd turn her head, spotting the figure in the doorway, with her keys. Standing and turning, she'd somewhat tilt her head, swearing she recognised the girl from somewhere. It wasn't that Juniper wasn't a notable character, it was just that Karen was the sort to easily forget.

Stepping forward, she'd hold out a hand, simply signalling with her eyes to the girl to pass them over, completely unaware that she was the same woman from that time in the ring.

Really? Was she forgetful or just stupid?

"Um...Remember me? You cruahed my back and then we drew an even match?" Hopefully that jogged the memory a bit. Juniper disnt Han over the keys yet, but was hoping that the big woman would flare up when she recognized Juniper.

Karen finally remembered the woman holding her keys in the doorway; her face changing in exactly zero ways, as she opted to simply play dumb, in order to somewhat patronize the girl that last time she forced to submission.

"Ermm...You're...youuuuuu're...."

She'd step just short of her big foe, hand slowly reaching for her keys. If she got close enough, she'd suddenly make a swipe, her voice dragging out her words as she'd try to distract the woman who of course would bare bad feelings towards her.

Games? Thats how this was going to go down?

Junuper notes the step taken towards her, and she already had a plan for the woman who choose to play dumb. Before Karen got her keys, Juniper tosses them in the air, high. While Karen looked to catch them, Juniper aims a punch at her gut.

Grinding her fist in, she whispers: "Im Juniper, bitch..."

Her eyes focused on the keys, the usually un-wary Karen was caught, surprisingly, unaware. A gut punch connecting cleanly, the big blond would bend over, hand holding her wounded spot, one holding the girl's shoulder. She'd pull her head up from the grunt, meeting eyes with the girl, very aware of their first interaction/meeting.

"Tch..a little...sour?" She'd groan.

Juniper opened her hand to catch the keys. She was feeling confident today. So why not ask? "I told you I wanted a rematch before. Now is the time...And I want to beat you down. I want to make you tap out and submit and all that good stuff."

She walks away. "Meet me in the ring. Five minutes. And with or lose you'll get hear back after..."

To her luck, somewhat, Juniper didn't seem intent on capitalizing her brief control over the blonde, simply re-firming her grip on Karen's keys as the blonde coughed. She'd meet her eyes as the challenge was made, briefly spluttering, remembering their after-match interaction from last time. Although this time, she'd simply have no choice in the request; it was either face Juniper, or not get the keys to her apartment.

By the time the five minute marker was hit, Karen was already in the ring, clad in her usual wrestling corset and boots, of course not bothering with the usual fancy dress of bunny ears. She'd wait, resting on the ropes, arms crossed, with no spectators around her, expecting her foe to arrive any moment.

Juniper steppe out and walked towards the stage in her usual attire. She stepped into the ring barefoot, looking down at Karen's boots. "Hmm....Euther someone is super forgetful or they're just a bit afraid." She flashes a grin at Karen before walking to a corner and readying herself to fight.