Title Ceremony featuring the current AFW World Champion - Kelly Conway

"HAHAHAHA!" Kelly cackled after thumbing Aiko in the eyes, a laugh that was cut short by Aiko's leg just suddenly shooting up towards her crotch, making Kelly stop laughing all together as she covered her cooch with wobbly legs. "N-Nn..." She winced in horrid pain as she looked over Aiko, the girl on her knees and glared down hatefully at her.

"...I was... I was gonna take it easy on you and b-be quick about this! BUT NOW! I THINK I'LL JUST CRUSH YOUR SHOULDER!"

Fuled by rage and adrenaline, Kelly grabbed Aiko by her hair and throw her forth onto the mat to put her face down where Kelly would follow, placing the girl's right arm between her legs, scissoring and then reaching for the front of her head, locking her hands together and pulling back as hard as she could to compress the girl's neck and shoulders to apply her finisher... THE CRIMSON CROSSFACE!

"Nyagh... playing dirty to gain a cheap advantage... we have opposite ideas of 'taking it easy'... arrghhhh!!!", Aiko's defiant speech would be promptly cut off by Kelly forcing her down and trapping her into her signature submission.

Poor Aiko didn't even see her coming, having no clue of Kelly's position as the nasty champion sneaked behind her passing from her temporarily blind side, and before the Japanese girl could refocus her blurry vision, she was already locked into a painful vice.

"G-Grffhh.... t-this is... nothing..! NYAAAGHH....!", Aiko would lie, as revealed by her scream of pain as Kelly viciously applied full pressure to the crossface.
The Japanese gymnast was actually gifted with a very flexible body, granting her more than average resistence to such kind of submissions, but that would'n be a good thing for Aiko, probably condemning her to more punishment.

"C-Cheater....aaaghhh...", Aiko would still protest as she refused to give up, using her free arm to try and slither her way towards a possible rope break in spite of the intense pain. The bad thing was that, partly blind as she was at the moment, she could not even see where the ropes would be.

Kelly's finisher was as devastating maneuver. Flexibility or not, time and weight were on Kelly's side. She was bigger than Aiko, heavier than Aiko. Stronger than Aiko. She clamped down on the girl's face and pulled back as much as she could to compress her neck and shoulders with vicious results.

"OH YOU THINK YOU'RE TOUGH!? FUCKING KAWAII! FUCKING LOSER! FUCKING 'MOMMY AND DADDY SENT ME TO PEE WEE'S PLAYHOUSE TO WRESTLE' PEICE OF FUCKING, CUM BURPING PEICE OF SHIT! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TRYING TO KICK ME!?!?!" Kelly bellowed in a fury, not budging an inch as she tore at Aiko's body with her finishing Submission hold that had never been broken.

Aiko was not going anywhere. She knew it, Kelly knew it, everybody in the Arena knew it. Her free hand was lifted, ready to tap out. What else could she do after all with her futile resistence, aside from causing herself an injury?

But then, Kelly had continued with her horrible taunts.. and that even worse voice. If possible, listening to that unsightly, rasping voice was more painful than physical pain itself: to Aiko's sense of honor, the champion had crossed the frontier between being a badass and being a cruel bitch there.

"N-NYAARGHH...!!!! You are the biggest cum-burping expert... FILTHY WHORGHHHH..!!!". In a rush of adrenaline due tp intense pain, shame, and anger, Aiko was temporarily oblivious of her own safety, and only wishing to take a piece of Kelly with her before the inevitable: biting her fingers, anything.

But she could not escape from her vicious trap. "YAAARGHH... damn you bitch....... I GIVE...I GIVEE! NYAHHHH...!!!". With her arm firmly trapped between Kelly's thighs and her back, neck and shoulder straining like they could be ripped apart at any moment, the pain soon became unbearable and Aiko started to tapout desperately, in the hope to save herself from some bad injury.

The bell rang and Kelly stood up as Aiko tapped out, immediately shoving the woman aside as she stood up, pushing Aiko with her boot towards the ropes to shove her outside before making her way back to the center of the ring, awaiting her title to be given back to her as the crowd booed in hellish disapproval.

Rosie was barely paying attention, it was only the sound of the poor Kawaii "champion" crying out that got her to realize that the totallynotplanned fight was wrapping up. The tiny pinkette put on her smile, as if Kelly had earned the belt all over again in her most impressive fight yet. The crowds weren't happy with it, and that was hardly a surprise.

But nonetheless, she had agreed to all this, so she would run back into the ring, holding the belt and hand it back to Kelly, ignoring the Aiko who had been so elegantly shoved outside.

Aiko would keep tapping frantically, hardly holding back tears of pain and frustration.
Luckily for her shoulder, Kelly would soon let go of her Crimson Crossface, but it was surely not an act of sportmanship from her part, as the nasty champion would immediately proceed to boot the defeated kawaii out of the scene, unceremoniously pushing her past the ropes and down to the ringside, where Aiko stumbled head first, remaining partly stunned from the fall, partly winching in pain and powerless grudge.

Kelly snatched the title the moment it was given to her, hugging it tightly to her body as she dropped to her knees "YEES! YESSSS!!" Kelly cried before standing up and raising the title above her head as the crowd booed furiously.

She looked around the sides of the arena with a grin before making her way over to the end of the ring to grab a mic.

"AND THIS PROVES IT! KELLY CONWAY HAS EARNED HER KEEP AS YOUR CHAMPION! TAKING ON ONLY THE BEST AND BRIGHTEST UP AND COMERS!" Kelly exclaimed while grinning gleefully into her mic as the crowd booed her.

"AND THAT'S IT FOR TONIGHT FOLKS! American's hero simply did what an American Champion should do, and that was give an opprtunity to someone who clearly deserved a chance at the gold! But our time is up folks! Have a pleasant, safe drive home! WE! ARE! DONE HEEREE! Kelly beamed happily, waving goodbye to the audience as they booed furiously, feeling cheated as Kelly happily glorified her cheap victory.

"The HELL we are!"

The familiar brash voice cut through the noise of the crowd, and the moment Taylor appeared at the top of the ramp the boos turned to ravenous cheers. Taylor strode out confident and loose, in blonde pigtails and short denim shorts and black boots and a cropped sparkly tank top that read "WE ARE FIREFLIES" on the front.

Her fingerless gloved hand gripped a microphone, and she raised it to her lips as she stabbed a finger at Kelly.

"YOU'RE not going anywhere!"

Nikolette was practically bowled over as Taylor muscled her way onto the entrance ramp. The engineer could have guessed why she was there, but in the moment she didn't think twice and stood next to Taylor as if the girl had been invisible.

"YER not goin anywhere!" She barked into her microphone, turning and looking at Taylor as their voices mingled together from their simultaneous command.

Nikolette stopped and looked at Taylor, acknowledging her for the first time. She sized the blonde up. She was glad to have Taylor here, but Nikolette wasn't looking to step to the back. She stood firm, clutched her microphone and turned her attention right back towards Kelly.