Makoto Aihara vs Kelly Conway

Makoto Aihara came down to her music as usual but differently this time. It had been a few days after her defeat by Sasha. Even though she was not fighting Sasha tonight her mind was mostly on her. Her uniform was different too.

She was wearing the more skimpy uniform of her Black Belt Demon personage.

I hope Sasha thinks I look good in this.

Any of the crowd members looking at her would think she was business as usual, coming down here to put the hurt on another opponent. They would have never guessed there were such muddled thoughts going through her head.

She stepped into the ring and hopped a bit in place to limber up as she awaited her oppoennt.

Kelly walked to ring for her 2nd match in AFW, and altough her debut didnt go the way she planned it. She intended to win this match at any cost.

Upon entering the ring she examined her opponent. The cocky blonde was not impressed.

"What are you supposed to be? A Karate-Wrestler?"

Makoto's black maked up lips frowned ominously at her.

"What are you some cheap gaijin slut? Why don't you crawl back to your dumb, drunk gaijin boyfriend."

"And just what the hell is a Gaijin? That one of those giant monsters that attack tokyo every saturday or somthing?" Kelly enjoyed giving her opponents a hard time. She found Makoto to be very easy to piss off.

"When I am done with you, I will feed you to one of those monsters."

Walks over with her hand out as if intending to grab Kelly right away.

"Heh! You look like one!" Kelly slapped Makoto's hand away went for a side headlock. "What a dumb move!!" Kelly tighted her hold on Makoto thinking this was gonna be an easy match

Kelly obviously did not expect this girl to be a deadly martial artist. As the dumb blonde tried to slap her hand away, Makoto would sue a combination of her judo enhanced strength and skill to allow Kelly to make contact with ehr hand making ti easier for her to attempt to lock in a tight and painful armbar and bend Kelly's arm up at a steep enough angle to try and make her double over.

"OWWW!!! BITCH!!!" Kelly cried out in pain as she flipped her self down to the floor from the painfull armbar that Makoto applied to her. She kicked and squirmed but to no avail she couldnt escape.

Makoto kept ehr face cold and impassioante. If she felt any joy at hurting this girl she showed no sign. She would go to lift on the arm a bit almost like she was going to let kelly back to her feet. But then she would twist and attempt to throw Kelly hard in a big judo style flip to center of ring.

If it worked, Makoto would simply stand there giving Kelly time to get up. She would roll her head and crack her neck in an intimidating cold manner when she looked at her.

Kelly felt herself be launched high as she was flipped over. She landed square in the ring with a light thump. "If you think that hurt you got another thing comeing!!!" Kelly then took a look at Makoto cracking her neck, instantly she was intemidated. "Ehhh.... You are kinda freaky looking with that black lip stick on..."