Katsu Ikehara w/ Masato Kajiwara (Debut) vs Amelie Roux

MATCH TYPE: NORMAL
VICTORY BY PINFALL, SUBMISSION, OR KNOCKOUT.

Katsu Ikehara w/ Masato Kajiwara :

Vs.

Amelie Roux:

The crowd in the AFW arena were excited to see the next match, it was shaping up to be an interesting debut to say the least, and the people were interested to see what the newcomer could bring to the table. Suddenly the lights went out and the entire arena was plunged into darkness, when suddenly a lone spotlight hit the stage. A few seconds later, a lone man, clad in a smart looking white shirt, suit vest and pants, and a notable fedora stood in the centre of said spotlight. The man had a microphone in his hand which he slowly brought to his mouth, when suddenly he shouted "Ladies and Gentlemen, you can call me Masato Kajiwara, and I am the manager for the single, most dominant female athlete in this business today! You better prepare yourself because what I bring to you is a woman with no remorse for her opponent, a woman who is not afraid to leave them broken and battered and most of all, a woman who is going to take this place by the balls! May I present to you, The Beast From The East, Katsu....Ikehara!"

The arena suddenly came back to life as red lighting began shooting around the crowd and at last, the monstrous form of Katsu Ikehara made her way to the stage. Her body was imposing, and she quickly flexed her biceps as Masato laughed alongside her, before the duo began walking down to the stage. Katsu was quick to stomp up the steps and enter the ring as Masato stood at ringside, adjusting his fedora with a wicked smile. The large woman quickly paced around the ring as she fixated her aggressive eyes on the stage and eagerly awaited the arrival of her opponent.

The debuting powerhouse wouldn't have to wait long it seemed, for her fixation on the ramp to be rewarded with the appearance of her foe. With 'Cherry Pie' by Warrant already making it's hum down the loud arena speakers, a brief flicker of lights and smoke would create the setting for the similarly sized Amelie Roux to make her appearance!

Clad as ever in a white one piece that barely contained her bouncy and curvy figure, the tall French beauty would make her confident strut down the ramp, as ever hips swaying much to the enjoyment of the nearby male members of the audience. Where as Katsu had but the most extreme auras in her entrance and appearance, Amelie couldn't of had a more opposite feel to her; as the busty and most usually lewd Amelie gave out a near dozen winks to separate directions of the crowd. To her admittance, the match itself was unusual for the French beauty. Being in a debut match suggested a strong and serious showing on both parties, so that said debuting star could show her talents off in spectacular fashion. Not only was Amelie the very definition of not-serious, but the French beauty was rare to agree to a match without lewd stipulations!

Still, far from the sort to alienate herself from one side to wrestling, the busty beauty would quickly roll under the ropes before standing before her pacing rival, who now in close proximity, appeared much more different from Amelie than she had first suspected from the ramp.

"My my...what a treat you are for the eyes..." She'd purr, the introduction becoming somewhat of a trademark of the lewd French giant.

The music of Katsu's opponent began to play, and soon enough Amelie was making her way down to the ring. The duo couldn't help but notice how...."revealing" she was, watching as her busty physique bounced to the ring, the hypnotising hips swaying as she did. Masato stood somewhat close to her as she rolled under the ropes, shouting "Jeeeez, which shithole did you crawl out of?" before cackling to himself, trying to get under the ladies skin.

Katsu however, was still pacing back and forth as she refused to take her eyes off of the giant, before stopping as Amelie flirted with her. Relaxing her body somewhat, the Japanese woman put her hands on her hips and said "Heh, could say the same about you." before leaping forward and attempting a clothesline, looking to start off with a cheap move!

Amelie merely kept her stance and gaze, her eyes fixated on the woman before her. Masato could of spoken absolute poetry for all the French beauty cared; once her eyes were on Katsu, they wouldn't be leaving the giant until the match itself was over. Such was her personality-to give absolute focus to the ones she'd actually be dancing with, per say.

She'd simply observe as Katsu paced, shooting back an equally serious gaze that still had signs of a relaxed posture behind them. Amelie would smirk slightly as the Japanese giant shot back her compliment, her stance now suggesting that of a woman more ready for exchanging pleasantries than a wrestling match. Because of that, Amelie fell smack bang right into her trap; relaxing her own posture the moment Katsu shot up with her arm, the bell ringing in synchronisation!

Trying to bring her own forearms up as a means of a parry, the force of the assault would still connect solidly with the French giant, sending her flying back until she was now cornered against the ropes, back rubbing against them.

The Japanese giant was never considered a clean fighter, which was made more apparent when she had gone for the early clothesline. Going in full force, Amelie had managed to block at the last second but the power of the attack had done enough to cause the woman to get forced back against the ropes.

Katsu would try to stay on the attack, and would begin launching a flurry of strikes at Amelie, her large fists aiming up and down her body as her opponent continued to block, hoping that one of her attacks would find it's mark and cause some damage. "C'mon babe.....you know you're outmatched!" Katsu exclaimed with an evil stare between strikes. Meanwhile, Masato was busy laughing to himself at ringside, trying to put Amelie off her game as he shouted "Just let it happen and it'll be over quicker!"