Chantelle Lafleur vs. The Dire Pack (Fumika & Yuki)

Standard Match
Victory via pinfall, submission or KO

It had been a few weeks since Chantelle's rather unfortunate debut into the world of AFW on Tension. She'd had hopes and dreams of leaving "The Cream Puff Princess" nickname in the rear-view mirror as she looked forwards to a bright future, getting a fresh new start in this wrestling federation and working on undoing some of the humilation that her name had gotten over time... However, she was brought rather roughly back down to reality when she ended up against the sadistic beast, Killer King.

This time however Chantelle was scheduled to appear on Friction, which she knew to be female only competition. Again she started to have similar hopes that things would be different... She probably just got unlucky last time to be pitched against a much larger, much heavier and much more experienced male that had little respect for his opponents... Maybe it would be different in Friction though

Spoiler:

The crowd once again cheered the cute and sexy woman as she walked out. With her spirits lifted further, Chantelle waved to the fans on either side as she made her way down the rampway and climbing into the ring under the bottom ropes. The American French blonde girl didn't know who she'd be facing today, but she felt relieved to think that it couldn't be worse then her last match whoever it was...

Anyone expecting an easy ride in Friction these days was on a road bound for disappointment and more violence than they could handle. At what must have felt like a lifetime ago, this over-budgeted monument to simple-minded pleasures must have catered to every possible desire that wastes of flesh and talent such as Chantelle were all too eager to provide. Willingly or otherwise. The last thing Yuki ever wanted was to waste an afternoon kicking idiots like them around.

It was hard to back out, of course, when certain company she kept were so eager. Fumika had been smiling to herself unendingly for the past hour. It was getting beyond a little annoying frankly. The tanned She-Wolf crossed her arms and sighed as the music began to die down. It would all be fine in the end, she supposed, when that familiar sound finally fell.

Theme:

the Wolves:

Blood in the air, and howling everywhere.

Through the battle cries and thick smoke that streamed through the arena, two wolves came forth and made their way towards the ring. Fumika took towards the steps and gracefully entered with a swing of the leg through the middle rope before the other followed. Her taller compatriot opted for a straightforward leap over the top rope, meeting together at their corner without much fuss. Yuki crossed her arms and glared across the way to the blonde short stack looking back at them. She leaned back into the ropes and scoffed to no one in particular.

"Waste of fucking time."

Fumika simply smiled and wagged her finger out to her. "Don't pout. It's been quite some time since we have had this kind of opportunity to self-express. It’s refreshing, is it not?”

Yuki didn’t say anything and just kept staring at the bubbly blonde across the way, but Fumika took that for agreement. She stepped out of the corner and headed for the center of the ring. “I’m first.”

“Of course.” Fumika smiled and slipped back through the ropes. It had been a while since she’d seen her compatriot work up close.