House Arrest (Juna Crawford vs Kurt Vander)

"It's not fair, it's so not fair!"

"Yeah! How come mom won't let us watch your first ever match in the ring?"

The police cadet gave a sympathetic look at her younger twin siblings, each trying to wrestle each other to occupy the screen of her photo.

"C'mon you two, you're already up past your bedtimes to wish me luck! I know it feels like she's being strict, but she doesn't want you both exhausted tomorrow from a lack of sleep." Not to mention the fact that AFW tended to host matches of a more...lewd nature than atypical wrestling. And Ken and Nana were far too young to watch content like that.

"Awww...well, you'd better send us a video to watch when you've mopped the floor with whatever poor sap you're up against, sis! Promise?"

"Alright, alright, I promise. Pinky swear, even." A PG-edited friendly version, of course.

"Yay! Good luck out there, Juna! We love you!"

"Love you both!" The video cut as the call ended and Juna placed it to one side, casting her eyes over her dressing room mirror. A pink-haired girl stared back at her, almost unrecognisable from the wrestling attire she was currently wearing. She was used to sparring sessions and training matches, but this was her first full blown debut in front of a live audience. But rather than being nervous, Juna felt...excited. She'd always been fiery, whether in tennis or any other kind of contest, and wrestling was no different in that regard. And she knew Lloyd Bannings was a part of this federation. If she made a big impact here, he'd surely take notice of her! He'd reach out, and perhaps even offer to involve her in whatever investigation he was conducting! The thought of working alongside her hero was such a dizzying prospect, she had to remind herself that nothing was set in stone...yet. First things first. Make a good impression and everything would naturally fall into place from there!

*knock knock*

"Ms Crawford? It's time for your match. Please make your way to the arena."

Finally! The female firebrand grinned as she bolted to the door and swung it open, heeding the instruction to head down the corridor towards the arena as her theme starts to kick in. And when she emerges onto the entrance ramp, she's given a thunderous welcome by the audience. Juna grins in appreciation and salutes the crowd before making her way down to the ring, taking hold of the bottom rope as leverage to climb up onto the apron before swinging into the squared arena with the aid of the top rope. The feisty cadet rolling as she hits the floor before popping up to her feet, receiving another cheer from the appreciative crowd. From there, Juna would move to her corner and discard the jacket and military beret, stretching her arms and legs as she awaits for the unknown opponent she's due to be sharing the ring with tonight...

Spoiler:

"Hmm, it's bigger than we thought it would be..."

"Yeah, but that's just how Kurt prefers his to be. It should still fit though~..."

Wayward wrestlers casually strolling throughout the hallways could perhaps overhear the muffled conversation taking place within one particular AFW dressing room and walk away with elaborate interpretations about what was transpiring inside. Moreso if they recognized the fabled House Of Vander nameplate brandished against the wooden door, a respectable publication cherished worldwide for its appreciation of the female form through alluring titillation, tasteful swimsuit issues and thought provoking written articles that fans of the magazine tended to overlook more than anything else. However, despite whatever hedonistic envisionings clouded the minds of those passerby’s, they may have been sorely disappointed to learn the mundane truth of the matter. Which was that inside the dressing room was merely Kurt's two lady friends, Louise and Sandy, discussing the size of the young master's freshly tailored robe that he intended to wear for his professional wrestling debut in front of a live audience. Both of them moving on to adjusting their tops and discussing if it puffs their boobs out enough, all while the Man Of The Hour himself would come sauntering out of the shower with a towel tightened around his waist, wrapping an arm around their respective waists and snuggling up beside them to a girlish giggle on their part. "I'd say everything looks perfect~...Now come on, we've only got a few more minutes till showtime..."

Kurt With His Lovely Ladies:

Situated photographers having been given permission to be there had now lined up on both sides of the ramp in time to catch the beginning of Kurt's theme starting to play. Fluttering dollar bills wafting throughout the monolithic screens interspersed with the shadows of fulsome supermodels in seducing poses and the words House Of Vander shining in golden lettering all throughout. Sauntering down the entrance ramp with a confident swagger as was expected of anyone being escorted with buxom beauties beside him, Kurt arrived with a gleaming smile and the marine blue robe bearing his initials on the front pocket. Louise and Sandy endearingly attached to the young master as his fawning arm candy, swaying their hips after being hurried along to ringside by pats on their backsides from Kurt. Ringside cameramen catching the perky duo take a second to embrace eachother with traveling hands, teasing a kiss between their luscious lips~...but would simultaneously wink for the cameras instead and ascend the ring apron together. The duo widening the gap in the ring ropes for Kurt Vander now entering to a jubilantly applauding reception, playing to the audience with a blown kiss as the two supermodels unfurled his robe for him and exited the ring afterwards. A strapping physique unveiled as well as his amoristic wrestling attire as the casanova started approaching the middle of the ring to meet his date for the evening. "Hmm, not many can pull an alluring femininity in army fatigues, but I have to say you pull it off magnificently. Kurt Vander, at your service~..." Kurt's compliment coming with an offered rose and handsome smile.

Disrobed~...: