Priss Asagiri vs. Layla McCarthy ~A Stunning Debut~

The lights of the AFW Arena would dim, as a hard rock rhythm suddenly exploded over the arena's speakers. The crowd was on edge tonight; another newcomer was supposed to making her debut, one that somehow had a connection to Vanessa Vandar. Most of the audience was curious about the new woman, eager to see what she was like, especially figuring that Sarah Gatt was going to take an interest in her.

They wouldn't have to wait long...eventually, Priss Asagiri, a taller, cold looking woman would walk through the entrance. She smirked a bit atop the ramp, then made her way down to the ring, eyes forward the entire while. She wasn't here for the crowd...hell, she wasn't here for this wrestling nonsense. Priss was only here to give her friend Vanessa a hand.

She reached the ring and climbed the steps into it, heading right to the corner and leaning against it, folding her arms over her chest to wait on her opponent, not really caring who it was.

Of special note, was that she was wearing a leather jacket, one that would look quite familar to any of Sarah Gatt's fans...

After the debut entrance of one of the AFW's newest it was time for her opponant to make her way to the ring as well. Green spotlights flooded the stage, and from the entranceway came the diminuative fighter Layla McCarthy. Layla was possibly the shortest wrestler on the Friction roster, but none the less she had managed to score an impressive number of wins against some of the AFW's powerhouses. Many wondered if she would manage to do the same tonight.

Scowling at her opponant from all the way at the top of the ramp, Layla started her way down the ramp, likewise not paying attention to the crowd. She was there to prove a point that she didn't need to looked down upon just because of her size.

Climbing into the ring Layla would move to her corner, never taking her eyes off of Priss. She noted the size difference between both of them immediately, and scoffed in derision.

Priss smirked when she saw the smaller girl enter the ring and scoff at her. She didn't like what she planned on doing to her, but...it had to be done, and she had a feeling this girl was going to make it easy.

With a bit of a smirk she would nod her head towards Layla, still leaning against her corner, and call out to her. "Hey, short stuff! I just want to be clear before we start this. I got nothing personal against you, alright? Don't feel too bad when I kick the shit out of you once that bell rings."

Layla scowled when Priss had the nerve to call her 'short stuff'. Layla had long since stopped taking crap like that from people. Priss would be no different. If she thought she was going to have an easy time with this, Layla would show her just how mistaken she was.

"Don't have hard feelings when I humiliate you in front of all these people," Layla shot back. "Bitch." she added for good measure. The bell would then ring, and Layla would then step out from her corner, heading to the ring center and slipping into a grappling stance, ready to take Priss on.

"Fat chance..." Priss muttered as the bell rang. See Layla raise her arms for a grapple, Priss couldn't help but grin. She wasn't much of a wrestler at all, let alone a grappler, but Layla most likely was completely unaware of that.

She stepped forward, raising her own arms to meet Layla, but this would only be a feint of sorts. If Layla went to meet her in the grapple, Priss suddenly would step back, dropping down to one knee and going for a rather cheap, dirty low blow on the girl!

When Priss stepped forward to challenge Layla the smaller fighter was ready for her. She expected her to accept her grapple as any traditional wrestler would, and when she did Layla would show her just what she could do with her judo skills.

Unfortunately Layla did not expect her opponant to be so underhnaded, and her eyes widened in surprise for a spilt second when Priss dropped down before her. "HHHHHUUUGHG!!" Layla screamed, her eyes nearly bulging from their sockets after the low blow. Pain nearly paralysed her, and she dropped to her knees before she would drop on all fours before Priss, panting and clutching her sore crotch with one hand.

As Layla went down, the referee would be in Priss's face, yelling at her about the cheap move. Priss didn't seem to care though, shoving the ref away and going to grab at Layla's short hair. She started to jerk her back up to her feet, roughly, almostly violently, going to drag her towards a corner and slam her body roughly up against it.

The intense pain from the low blow left her completely helpless to her cruel opponant's whims. She was still on her hands and knees, groaning in pain when Priss promptly grabbed her by her short hair, hauling her to her feet. There was little she could do to stop her as she was dragged off, still cluthing the area between her legs.

When Priss threw her into the corner Layla's back smacked against it with an ugly sound. "UUUGH!"" Layla grunted, sluping against the corner with her arms over the top ropes. She would raise her head to glare at Priss, still retaining her defiance despite her position.

Priss wouldn't stop there though. She wasn't going to give this little girl a single moment of relief!

She would lunge at her, trying to bury her knee into Layla's gut, then she took a step back, waiting for her to double over from the attack. Once she did, Priss would roughly grab at the back of her hair, trying to shove her face hard into her knee now.

"UUUGGGH!!!" Layla grunted when Priss brutally slammed her knee deep into Layla's stomach. Layla felt it go deep, driving just about all of her air out of her small body. Layla was left breathless and in a large amount of pain, and would have fallen over had Priss not grabbed her by her short hair again. With no air and no focus, Layla fell easy prey to the follow up attack.

"GAAAAHHH!!" Layla screamed as knee plowed into her face. She felt her nose be crushed under the blow immediately, obviously broken. That last hit may have been a knockout blow, but luckily Layla was able to stay conscious. But only just barely. If Priss held onto her hair, the small girl would hang limply from her grasp, her eyes only half-opened as she groaned.