Coralline James & Sasha Brenshov: Hardcore Match (friction)

This was her Debute! The road to get here had been a very very long one. Discounting the physical distance between Canada and Japan, the number of matches she had to do in the Maple-Leaf State (not even counting the venison slurpees and milk-in-a-bag) was incredible. She left the Canooks with their Hardcore belt, a couple of sweet hoodies, and an appreciation for a well used chair. After recieving her invitation to wrestle with the AFW, that was it; she was gone.

And now she was here in Japan, sitting backstage, smoking a "Cigarette", listening to the hardest music she could find. It was raining blood in her head and her mind, preparing her for this fight. Her Debute was to be against this leagues premiere hardcore fighter, Sasha Brenshov. Most people would be worried about this: the fighter's reputation was impressive to say the least. Coralline, on the otherhand was...well....Excited. This was going to be a chance to show this League what she could do, and be more than just a slacker backstage (though that wasn't too bad to be either...).

Finally, she was cued. She removed the earphones of her CD player from her head, spewing a cacophony of sound until it was silenced by a pause. Her head nodding to the remainder of the beat and the growing sound of a cheering crowd, she made her way to the entrance ramp.

The Lights cut out. "The World is a Vampire....", an explosion of pyro, and it was her cue to walk out. She had been using this entrance for the past two years, and knew it well. Her explosion of energy came with the musical cue and the tossing of one of her beanies into the audience. Today's was Red and Purple. She wore her regular attire: a Green T with a broken heart, a red and purple flanel shirt about her waist, A skirt and exercise shorts, and her favourite pair of Chucks. These were the pair she wore in her first victory, and only on special occasions did she wear them out.

Now all that remained was for her opponent to enter. The arena had been litered with chairs and bats and the like. There were plenty of things to use tonight. Cor very seriously doubted that she would be as pretty as she was today after tonight. The thought brought a smile to her face.

And from the other side of the hall came suddenly some noise like riffle fire. Blue, red and white pyro went off as Sasha walked toward the ring shadow boxing and prancing on her feet. She stopped to give her black barret to a small girl in the crowd.
The kawaii-soldier then ran toward the ring and slipped into it below the ropes, rushing to her feet, stil warming up, her green eye fixed on her opponnet, a girl with slightly longer hair then her own.
Sasha took a deep breath.
This was all sports but she did not plan to fail,again. The shame and fury of her lost title still gnawed on the teenager and she finally walked toward the Canadian in her shorts, "MACHO-GIRL" top and boots, black pads and grappling gloves.
She offered her hand to the older girl in a gesture of good sportgirlship, her scar turning a deeper red, eyes filled with grim determination.

With the musical cue starting, Cor knew it was time for Sasha's entrance. The American-Who-Beat-Canada watched the Cossack as she bounced, pounced, and entered the ring. It was interesting that she too gave a hat to someone, though Coralline liked her own style hat better. The Kawaii-Warrior was much smaller than Coralline, almost by a whole foot and out weighing by at least fifty pounds. That was no surprise though; Coralline was bigger than most women. With a knuckle pop to sell as Sasha entered the ring, her hand then returned the friendly greeting. She leaned in a little closer and barely moved her mouth: The crowd didn't need to hear the actual friendly conversation. They wanted a fight, afterall.

"Hey, good luck, lil'. I expect a thorough beat down. Let's make it look good!"

Hand shake finished, they both retreated to their side of the ring. The moments stretched as they waited for the bell, the sound of the crowd roaring, unconcerned that their screams were mostly in Japanese, a language that Coralline only had a basic hold on. Screams of encouragement were the same, no matter where you went. Except Quebec. And Screw that province....

THE BELL! And, as if the bell was corresponding to a trigger on Coralline's legs, the Grudge Rocker bolted with surprising speed straight at the Cossack, ready for a starting Fall of Man.

Sasha saw the older girl charging toward her and growled, she droped into a charge toward her opponent her self, trying to dash toward Corallina with all the speed her legs could muster.
She jumped up, leaning back with swinging arm, thrusting both boots forth to aim a furious drop kick at the airborne hardcore wrestler with a small yell. It was a dangerous move, very likely to hurt both kids.