Toshiko Vs Armando - Cage Match

It was quite rare for Toshiko to consider Tension matches, after spending most of her time training for Friction. Still there was plenty to learn and plenty to train from in the Tension side too. With her plans for trying to take the Friction hardcore belt had somewhat been put on hold due to various tiny reasons she had found herself here; fighting in a cage match against a gut she had never even heard of. "At least it's a cage match" She mentioned to herself as she made sure that her attire was correct. She stared down at her jeans, her one legged jeans and wondered about getting them replaced with a actual pair of full jeans. She sighed slightly and decided against it, liking the look she had gotten for herself.

Once she was ready she would walk up from backstage and onto the stage, walking out towards the cage which was going to be used for her match. The cage was actually a proper fighting cage, not the usual iron bars over a standard ring approach which many matches usually went for. Today she had decided to add a pair of navy blue fingerless gloves to her attire. While she was thinking of getting some padded gloves she decided against it. Once she was inside the padded cage the door behind her was shut. She would take a moment to look around and do a few stretches while she waited for her opponent to arrive

It had all sounded like such a good idea, really. He knew his sister had been goading him on when she asked him to join the AFW and fight girls - as near as he could tell, it was basically lite porn in the ring. Fluff stuff. Nothing too serious, but a good way for a guy to meet girls - he was always down for a little light wrestling with a beautiful woman. Of course. Of course.

But, then, his sister had to go and ruin it, as usual. Nothing - absolutely nothing - stops your libido quicker than seeing your own sister having sex on television. For her to give him all that crap about his flings back home, then get into tongue battle on her first ever fight in the AFW, was just...

Well, actually, it was funny as hell, and he would have been laughing his ass off if it wasn't his sister. But it was his sister. So. Yuck. This was the same girl that used to do his diapers, por el amor de Cristo.

At any rate, while he was definitely down to wrestle with...whoever the fuck he was supposed to fight today? Toshiko Nada? Toshiko 'Nothing'. A 'hardcore' wrestler - which, for the AFW, probably just meant that she was a little above average. They'd dance around, have their little cage match, put on a little show, rub a bit, and that'd be the end of it. Nothing to worry about. No sweat. He even had the gloves on, even though the AFW didn't need require them at all - safety measures, didn't want to put any girl's in the hospital.

Anyway, while he was down for that before, the feeling was waning as he sat behind the curtain and waited for his music to come off. Just the picture of his sister, the same girl that used to change his diapers, fucking on his TV screen - that was gonna stay with him until the day he died. There wasn't enough brain bleach in the world to make that stain come off.

"For fuck's sake." He groaned, rubbing his temples as the migraine increased. "What has been seen cannot be unseen. Shit."

Soon enough, the music started and he came down to the ring - not bounding around, not dancing, none of the stuff he'd planned for his debut - just could not get in the mood, no matter how hard he'd try, and he seriously doubted some little girl in a playfight could knock the memory loose. He would need a sledgehammer. At least.

"Hey yo." He rubbed the back of his neck as he walked over to Toshiko - she was actually a pretty good looker, all things considered. Shame they had to meet on a day like this. "Look - before we start? Straight up? I'm really not in the mood today. Any other day, I'd be all up for this hentai-roll-around-the-cage, sexy type stuff. I'd be for it. But today, I kind of saw my sister banging some gangster girl on TV. So my head's a little fucked up right now. So let's just do our thing, play around for a few minutes, and I'll give you a good looking punch to put you down in about, say...five minutes? Six? It won't hurt too much, promesa."

Hearing the male talk seemed to bore Toshiko She decided thast this guy must of been some sort of a pushover

"Ha, i don't really do that sorta Hentai stuff...... At least not in a cage anyway. And sure if you wanna sit there for 5 minutes and shit beaten out of you then be my guest, makes my job a hell of alot easier" After she was done speaking she would get into her fighting stance and not even wait for the bell to the ring, the bell always took away the element of surprise; the element of surprise that was crucial to landing a nice blow to your enemy. She would throw her leg up in a rather nasty high kick to the side of the males jaw, at this point regretting not wearing some sort of steel-toed boot but instead she was barefoot, well that was still a painful thing to have smashed into your face at speed.

"Yeah, yeah." Army got into his stance as soon as she got into hers - the girl had spunk, she'd give her that, but he was really just not feeling it, today. "Look, just calm your pretty ass down, and we'll-"

He only saw the kick coming at the last second and managed to block it - if he hadn't have had his guard up already, she would've knocked him for a loop. Army wasn't exactly used to taking kicks, but he'd been in a few street fights outside of the ring - never with any guys who kicked that hard and sure as hell never that damn high. "-the fuck?" He took a step back and tightened his guard, looking back to her full of surprise.

Toshiko would not speak or even give the male any time to fight back or react. She would close the gap between them, adopting a sort of boxing stance as she did. When she was sure she was close enough she would start a combo of punches; throwing a left hook to the side of the face, followed by a right hook, a combo of 3 jabs and a uppercut ot the chin to finish the combo off, hoping to somewhat land at least half of her hits, even more if she had managed to break through his guard, but early on in a match that seemed highly unlikely

Bitch was fast - she closed the distance well and started to lay into him with a combo; she didn't have the finesse of a lot of boxers he'd gone up against, but she made up for it in pure power - those muscles were hiding a lot more than he would have expected.

The hooks rocked him from side to side, but he managed to ward off a good bit of their power with his arms - he favored a good open stance, standing perpendicular to her, good for sideways movement and giving him cover on the sides. The jabs also bounced off his guard, but the uppercut at the end? That found it's way through and rocked him square on the jaw, putting a few stars in his eyes as he staggered back and the crowd started to go wild.

"...the fuck?!" He snapped back, shaking his head as he moved closer and closer to the cage's edge.

The fact that the uppercut found it's mark was the only reason that Toshiko had become satisfied with her work. She decided that it would be a good idea to try and go for a flourish move; something to take him off guard. She would lower her body and then take a rapid step forward and jump up into the air.

When she was close to him she would swing her back foot all the way forward, letting the movement energy build up the power of the kick before letting it out in a snap kick towards his chest.

Okay, okay, bitch had some moves, he'd give her that. But all this kung-fu kicky shit? Good for the movies, but in a ring you couldn't beat a good punch, not by a mile. Too much flash, not enough cash, and he'd make her pay for-

The next thing he knew, she was flying towards him with a snap kick, lashing out and striking straight through his guard, crashing against the solid muscles underneath hard enough to leave a good red mark on impact. He gritted his teeth to bite back the cry, and felt the cold steel against his back - he was against the cage.

Toshiko smirked when she managed to get the male against the cage wall. She would swiftly close the gap between them once more and would start another barrage of boxing-esqe punches, this time she went for 2 jabs into his abs with the hope of forcing his guard to lower and then try to get it with a series of jabs directly into the face; trying to capitalize the fact he had nowhere else to run to

A girl had his back up against the wall. Eight inches on her, at least eighty damn pounds, and she had him on the ropes.

He could have sworn he heard Carmen laughing all the way from their apartment.

The two jabs drove the air out of his stomach, and he turtles up right after, letting the jabs slam against his guard, keeping him pressed as she pours the pressure on.