Navi Florges vs Whitney White

Navi was realizing the mistake she made underestimating the tiny powerhouse before her. She would not make the same mistake twice.

With that, she rose to her feet and ran at still resting Whitney near the ropes, hoping to not only score a solid hit at the girl with a clotheline, but possibly take her outside the ring for further offense.

As Whitney took deep breathes, she only noticed Navi in time to see Navi hit her directly with a clothesline strong enough that it sent her rolling over the ropes and fall! In a flash, Whitney would attempt to grab onto something and thought if she was falling, than Navi was going to follow her.

"If I'm going down, you're coming with me!" Whitney exclaimed as she would attempt to grab onto Navi's hair and pull her over the ropes with her. Of course that didn't meant it would soften Whitney's fall at all. Whitney would land back first onto the concrete floor and bash her head off the floor, crying out in pain, getting a cut and some blood bleeding out.

At that moment, Manager's Manager Senses went crazy and she looked down to where Whitney fell. "Abigail, get down. Now. Whitney's hurt," Manager instructed before climbing on top of the railings and hopping off, landing on the ramp with a huge thud and running over to Whitney. Abigail's eyes widen and dashed to the stairs.

"AAAAAAAAAAA! SHIT, LET GO YOU....AAAAAAAAAAA!".

At the last moment before falling to the outside, Whitney managed to grab hold of Navi's blonde hair, managing to force her to go to the outside, landing straight on her already hurt back on a concrete floor.

Arching her back, she tried to force herself onto her feet. She barely managed it, and with one arm on her back she tried to approach her opponent.

However, when she finally got her eyes on the pink-haired girl, she also saw a young man standing over her.

"Wha...? Who are you? What are you doing?

While this was happening, Navi only then noticed that ref was counting up for the 2 wrestlers outside the ring, her count already up to 3. Despite that, she didn't seem to mind the man nearby. Was he an AFW official? Or did he have another special permission of some kind? Navi would stand over the man before he answered.

Manager was able to get to Whitney first and checked her for injuries. Still unconscious. He heard Navi demand who he was but decided to ignore it for now before noticing the cut on Whitney's head.

"Tch, this is my favourite too," Manager muttered before grabbing the top of his sleeve of his hoodie and ripping it off! He would then wrap it around Whitney's head as a bandage before noticing the ref was still counting her out. Looking angry at the ref girl he snarled, "Oi! Are you seriously still counting!? She has an injury right now or are you too stupid to see that?" Manager barked at the ref girl which made her jump back.

Manager would return his attention back to Whitney and try to wake her up. By then Abigail was able to run down the stairs, through backstage, and out the arena. Abigail would run to Whitney's side with a worried look on her face, a rare sight for the Silent Strategist.

"Helloooooo? I asked who the hell are you?"

Navi tried to go around the man to decern what he is doing with Whitney. As it turned out, the guy was actually wrapping his ripped off hoodie around Whitney's head, which had a very nasty gash on it.

"Did she seriously bump her head from falling from the apron?", she chuckled a bit. "Seriously?"

Navi heard the man shouting at the ref to stop the count. Navi quickly thought about it. Technically, either ref might call the match right there due to injury or just count Whitney out to the count of 10 while Navi stays in the ring. She would accept the former victory, but not the latter, wanting to teach pink-haired girl a lesson for insulting her. Navi would then roll into the ring and back to the ringside to break ref's count, giving the man time to bandage Whitney

Just as she did so, another guest arrived from backstage, this time a woman wearing a very...weird costume.

"Oh, great...And you are?

Abigail would look concerned about Whitney's injury before hearing Navi asking who she was. While Manager gently attempted to wake Whitney up, Abigail faced Navi with her usually ice-cold expression.

"Abigail Snow, Natalee Vivian Florges. Age: 21. Height: 165 cm. Weight: 60 kg. You're nationality is French but you grew up in Britain," Abigail said as she introduced herself, reciting the information she read about Navi's profile.

"Oi, Whitney, wake up," Manager said to Whitney as her eyes slowly started to flutter open.

"Huh?" Whitney mumbled before realizing she was in Manager's arms, "Wha-? Manager! What the hell are you doing!?"

"Loud and obnoxious, good you don't have brain damage," Manager said before setting Whitney down on her feet, "You hit your head. I'm calling off the match."

"What!? No! I can still fight!" Whitney argued. Manager shook his head.

"Not risking it," Manager said as he folded his arms.

Navi tried to open her mouth to Abigail, but words didn't come out. She was slightly surprised to hear her full name (and some minor details), though it's likely that this woman just read them somewhere else.

Looking over to the man and Whitney, the pink-haired girl finally managed to wake up. Over hearing the entire dialogue between the 2, Navi answered with a smirk:

"Well, you decide whether you want to continue the match or not, but I am waiting for you in the ring, pink. Unless... I dunno, you know you'll lose if you try and finish the fight?"

With that, she rolled back into the ring. The ref paused the count for a second, awaiting the decision from the trio outside on whether the match should continue or not.

"Don't do it Whitney, she's provoking you," Manager told the pink haired girl, "You're injured and you'll be injured even more if you go back in."

Whitney glared at Manager, "You're the one who told me I won't ever be able to accomplish anything if I give up! I'm not going to let a little bump on my head!" Whitney then felt a hand placed on her shoulders and looked up to see Abigail.

"Listen to Manager. You'll be seriously hurt if you continue," Abigail said, glaring back at Navi for trying to provoke her friend.

"Me? Provoking?", she said with slight sarcasm: "Just saying that if she believes she cannot beat me in her condition, she should just walk away, and...maybe not bother with fighting ever again if a cut is all it takes to quit..."

Navi never participated in a hardcore match while training in Japan or in the indy matches that happened before she entered AFW, but even during those normal matches, she took some harsh bumps that might've resulted in a permanent injury if she were unlucky. Through sheer stubborness, she managed to walk those off, and even win the match with a harsh injury half the time.

Which is why she meant every word of the sentence she just said to Whitney, and she wasn't going to go easy on the girl.

Manager glared at Navi but before he could respond, Abigail beat him to it which surprised him. "Just because back in your indy matches, you sustained some head injuries, does not mean Whitney can deal with the same amount of pain as you did," Abigail said, an anonymous aura resonating around her. Before she could say anything else, Whitney grabbed her arm and she looked down.

"I'm fine," Whitney said through gritted teeth, "This is my match. I can handle a little cut." Abigail looked down at Whitney and back at Manager. Manager sighed as he pulled out a pill bottle from behind him and opened it.

"Take this," Manager said as he gave Whitney a pill, "This will help your blood coagulate." Whitney nodded and popped the pill in and did some last minute stretches before jumping back into the ring.

"All right bitch, round 2!" Whitney said as she readied herself.