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Title Match Callout! "Amazon" Alaina Sanders (C) Vs. ?????????????

Alexa Janet Shay:

The locker room had practically exploded as women rushed in at the announcement.  An open challenge for the most prestigious belt in Friction, here tonight! Among them was Alexa, hurrying out of her street clothes, willing to go out there half-dressed. With just the essentials. The kick pads, the boots, the pads? She could do without just her normal ring gear and her sneakers would be enough to be one step ahead of all the ladies with intricate costumes. Sometimes simplicity paid off, it was like her mentor Black Fang told her, stick to the basics.

Giving her bag and jacket a toss into the locker she caught her reflection in the mirror hung inside, taking a brief moment to look at herself. She had no business going out there tonight with a record like hers. Challenging for the Rising Star belt? Maybe, but not the biggest one in the company. Tonight could be the night though. She had the heart to spare and a newfound determination that showed in the serious stare she gave herself. She could do this. She was going to do this... "It's your night Shay… now go out there and ge-hey!"

Bowser:

Brooke Summers, known in the back simply as Bowser, had little care for the brunette rookie's hopes or dreams. The only thing she was even remotely curious about was just how easily the slender girl could fit into her own locker. It had seemed like a tight fit at the time, so when she put her massive boot to the other girl's back she had been sure o use all the force she could muster to compact the girl like a sardine over her cry of confusion. It turned out the lockers back here were pretty roomy, that was useful information.

"No pipsqueak is taking my belt shot." With a hard slam, she sealed Alexa in, promptly greeted by frantic banging from within the metal prison and pleas to be released… she was sure she heard the girl spouting off about how she had something to prove and people were counting on her… blah blah blah! Bleeding heart types pissed her off. She gave the locked room a hard slam with her fist, a nonverbal "request" for the jailed wrestler to keep it down… or else. After a moment of shared silence, the blond moved away with a massive guffaw.

"Hear that ladies? The champ is mine!" The blond declared with a snarl, catching some women in a state of half undress in passing who suddenly thought better about trying to race the towering monster of a woman to the ring. They might have been able to get their first but was it worth the beatdown that would come as a result? Most seemed to agree it wasn't.

"That's what thought. Bow to the Queen, losers." The blond let out a triumphant cackle, throwing a shoulder into the door to make her way to the ring. The abrupt stop however caught her by surprise as the door hardly budged. She tried again. Nothing. Growling she kicked and shoved, pressing her palms to the door, continuously throwing her muscle into opening it. A few timid girls leaned out into the aisle, watching quietly as Bowser let out an enraged roar as she pounded on the door. "You better open this right the hell now or I am going to pound you into the ground like… like… [b]I am going to kick your ass![/b]"

Jinx:

"Mrawr-hehehe" Jinx surveyed her handiwork on the other side of the quaking door as the shaft of a metal lighting rig had been jammed unceremoniously between the door hands from the outside, leaving them well and truly stuck shut. She had a good laugh at the threats, playfully rapping her knuckle on the door to another roared threat from the behemoth beyond its frame. She was mindful not to say anything, as much as she wanted to tell the whole lot of those scampering idiots she had been the one to outsmart them. Best not to draw the wrath of some.

Turning away she strolled off with a spring in her step, cracking her knuckles. She had been cheated out of her last go of the title when the former champion, the bullet club bitch herself had hidden behind her goon squad. Then she had the nerve to go and lose it to someone like Alaina. As far as she was concerned, that title was hers to begin with. This was just a formality that needed doing to take it back.

Rattle rattle rattle.

Jinx paused, ears perking at a distant unplaced noise. Craning her neck she could see the locker room door was still wedged shut, though others were gathering outside of it now, possibly confused by what was happening but too frightened to unlock the door with a very mad matriarch pounding on it from the other side. With a shake of her head, she continued on, hurrying along the hall. She was hoping Alaina was just as dumb as she was muscly, trying to show bravado in this open challenge, possibly not having let herself fully recover. She could work with that… pick her to pieces. The thought of it made her giggle though she had been quick to stop herself in case someone happened to bump into her.


What was that sound? It was closer now but… nobody was here? Maybe she was hearing things. As she stepped into a cross-section of the hall, something caught her eye. Something large, fast. That must have been the rattling. "Oh shit…"

Cassidy Kidd:

They didn't call her "Cutthroat" Cassidy Kidd for nothing, as she came plowing into Jinx from the side with a squeaky wheel sound equipment trolly, making roadkill out of the feline fighter. She had let it all go with one final kick, sending the entire thing careering wildly down the far hall until it slammed both the wrestler and the contents of the cart into a distant corner, laying it all out in what looked like an explosion. She gave a small tip of her hat in mocking remembrance to Jinx.  She had some unfinished business with the Amazon from their last encounter. While she lost the match that time, she had made a statement, one she was looking to make good on now when she took that pretty little belt. As soon as she turned around to leave, there was a fist waiting for her face.

WHAM!

Blaze:

Blaze dropped the cowgirl with one solid punch, topping the woman to the floor. The outlaw's hat left to drift on the breeze before the rocker plucked it from the air and cheekily donned it. She could feel Cassidy pawing at her leg, trying to rise… so she gave the woman a stiff kick under her jaw to put her down for a bit more. That would do. She hadn't been here long and honestly the championship didn't mean much to her. A good fight though against the top lady in the company? That sounded fun, so why not try her luck.

"Free food?! Really?"

Blaze quirked a brow at an unfamiliar voice, turning to glance towards another brunette who was staring at her. Young. Cute. Drooling? This didn't seem quite right. The rocker furrowed her brow, unsure how to answer the question that seemed to have no context. "What are you talking about?"

Kimiko Danzaki:

"The sign. The one on your back." Kimiko Danzaki explained as if this was something which was perfectly normal.

Blaze squirmed, throwing an arm back over her shoulder and one behind her back, blindly patting around her leather jacket until she heard the sound of crinkling paper and felt something that shouldn't be there. With a tig she pulled the note loose, taking with it a piece of pink tape that had been used to secure it. When did that get there? She eyed the note curiously, reading it out loud to herself. ""Pin me to get ten free meals at catering…" what does that even mean? The food is already fre-."

Blaze let out a grunt as Kimiko, unable to wait any longer, tackled her to the ground. The two brunettes wrestled for control with one excited over the prospects of free food and the other trying to explain it wasn't a real offer at all. Meanwhile, peering around the corner was a grinning blond with some paper, a pen, and some bright pink masking tape. Trixie Hart was something of an agent of chaos. So the opportunity for a bit of mischief was never something she was willing to pass up. This seemed like a great opportunity for her as well, after all, wouldn't it be really funny if the big bad amazon lost to a lil ol clown tonight? It was too good of a joke not to get involved!

Trixie Hart:

"Trixie?"

Abigail Le Grande:

The grinning blond glanced over to spy one of her faction partners, Abigail Le Grande, her former boss's daughter. She waved to her friend and got one back as both girls grinned goofily at one another.

"Are you going for the title shot too?" The darker hair girl inquired, leaning slightly to the side to watch the two brunettes still flopping around on the floor and causing a scene.

"You betch'a. I'd be a really fool not to." The blond tucked her hands behind her back, staring at Abigail appraisingly.

"I… don’t really wanna fight you for it. How about rock, paper, scissors. Two out of three, the winner takes the challenge." Abigail's lips tugged at a pout, not overly enthused at the idea she was possibly having to compete with her partner.

"Sounds fair. Deal." Trixie nodded, getting a bright smile from her friend and a sigh of relief to boot. The clown thrust out a hand, offering to shake on their newly stuck agreement. Reaching out Abigail was just about to take it when she stopped… and examined Trixie’s hand a bit more thoroughly, spotting the supercharged hand buzzer waiting to knock her on her ass. The two girls looked at one another and were quiet for a long moment.

"You weren't… planning on zapping me, right?" Abigail inquired softly.

"...It would have been pretty hilarious." Trixie offered back with a sheepish grin.

Another long silence between both girls with ambient fighting between Blaze and Kimiko behind them.

Ellie St James:

Ellie St. James had to stop mid-step as a brightly clad blond girl came shrieking past her shouting apologizes to someone dressed in far darker attire seemingly chasing her down and screaming about wanting to put her through a table. It left the rookie blinding and confused, but there had been no time to dawdle. An open challenge for the Friction World Championship was up on the offer, and she had something to prove to not only herself but to Alaina, after Sonic Boom defeated Bangarang.

Stepping into gorilla position she glanced around at nervous staff members, checking a monitor to see Alaina still on the screen, alone in the ring. Had no one else beaten her here? She thought for sure she would have missed her chance.

"Are you going on?"

"If I can, I would like to."

"Name?"

"Ellie St. James."

"Alright, queuing up your music now, get ready on deck."

With a firm nod, the Brit stepped up towards the black curtain leading out to the stage. Performance jitters abound, she shook out her arms and legs, trying to psyche herself up for the battle to come.

"Ms. St. James?"

"Yes?" Ellie kept her eyes forward, focusing on controlling her breathing."

"Just a few questions for you, for AFW magazine before you go out."

Ellie blinked, glancing back to a timid young woman with strawberry blond hair who was standing half out of breath near her. Poor thing must have hurried to get here. She wasn't sure if they were wanting the interview because of who she was or the fact she was responding to the challenge, but if they were here with the company it only seemed right to answer a few questions.

"Sure. But once they throw on the music I need to go."

"That's fine. This will only take a minute…"

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Ellie St James - Theme:

When the curtains parted it wasn’t Ellie who emerged but someone younger, spunkier, and far more cunning… or at least she would have had people believe that. Just behind her in gorilla position Ellie still was, squirming and thrashing on the floor where she had been tied up with a length of microphone cable. While many women had scrambled for this chance, only one was truly worthy to take it.

???:

“I, Kei Terada have come to claim MY title!” Microphone in hand, the spunky rookie sloppily stripped down out of a suit jacket and a plain black skirt she had haphazardly thrown on over her ring gear. Why had she taken the time to dress up as an interviewer instead of getting out here first to begin with? Terada rule #16, prepare for every eventuality.

“Alright, seriously, someone put my music on, you are killing my moment here!” Kei turned around on her heel, glaring back through for gorilla position as Ellie’s theme music abruptly cut off. She let out a soft sigh, looking back to Alaina. “One sec…”

Kei - Theme:

“Here we go…” She whirled about on her boot heel, throwing a finger out towards Alaina again with renewed gusto. “I’m here to claim my belt, for I am the UNDEFEATABLE KEI TERADA! You might as well just lay it down on the mat right now and walk away champ, otherwise, you’re in for a whole world… no, a whole universe of hurt!”