Kuri Nyotei vs Mistress Isabelle

Submission Match - Victory through verbal submission

Kuri sat in her locker room preparing for her first match in AFW, she had been looking forward to this for a while. She got on her usual pink top and her snug white shorts, as she prepared to go out to the ring. Her opponent was someone named Mistress Isabelle, but it didnt matter, she would be losing soon enough. Kuri got up as she hears "Under and Over It by Five Finger Death Punch" begin to play through the arena, and she makes her way towards the ring. The crowd cheered as the newcomer came into view, walking so seductively toward the ring, her curves getting her quite a few extra whistles from the men. Kuri stepped into the arena quickly and rested against her corner, awaiting her opponent.

After a few moments, Isabelle's theme began to play.

It'd been two months since she had been seen around AFW, as she was recuperating from a non-wrestling-related injury.

After suffering a neck injury, she was cleared to return to the ring, although her neck isn't what it once was.

She slowly made her way to the ring, returning to AFW as a babyface. She was all smiles as she playfully whipped her hand with her riding crop, teasing the audience as she made her way to the ring. After sliding into the ring, she stood on her feet and took a look at her opponent, a new face in the AFW. Although her opponent had a distinct size advantage, her confidence that she would win the match wasn't affected in the slightest.

When Kuri heard her opponents theme begin to play, Kuri gets off the turnbuckle and heads towards the ceter of the ring. She was carrying a whip, which was a slightly intimidating sight bu nonetheless, Kuri kept her game face on, and as her opponent came in she simply glared at her, looking her up and down, noticing the size difference before heading back to her corner awaiting the bell.

After tossing the riding crop outside, Isabelle began circling the ring. Looking first to step in for a traditional collar-and-elbow tie-up, she would attempt to sneak in a quick headlock if her opponent took the bait.

She certainly was a trickster, and enjoyed flipping the script when someone walked into her trap.

Kuri sighed inwardly as the bell rang, here we go, she thought. Her opponent signaled for a tie-up, and Kuri obliged, no point in tricks right now she mused; how wrong she was, moments after the lock up began, Isabelle snuck in a headlock! Annoyed, Kuri would attempt to punch her opponent in the gut with her strong fist, hoping to loose the headlock before it became problematic.

Shockingly, Isabelle wasn't prepared for what her opponent had in store for her. She suffered a series of blows to the midsection while the headlock was applied. The shots to the gut greatly loosened Isabelle's grip on her opponent's head, and she couldn't help but let out a gasp of air with each connected shot.

Kuri smiled as she felt each blow connect, and got even more satisfaction out her opponents gasps at each hit. The punches did their job, and the hold loosened dramatically, allowing Kuri to wrench her head free. From there Kuri would not back up, instead she would try to punch Isabelle in the gut untill she was doubled over. "How's this feel?" She would yell

After the headlock was broken, she suffered another blow to the gut, which forced her to double-over, slightly gasping for air as the blows cause more damage than she would have liked.

Kuri's smile widened, her punches were extremely effective on this opponent, she made a mental note of that. Kuri would try to step astride Isabelle's right arm, and if successfull would try to twist around, dropping them both to the mat, ending in a cross armbar. "Try this on for size!" She would yell as she pulled back on her opponent's arm.

Isabelle suddenly felt her arm trapped between Kuri's thighs in a standing position. Before she knew it, she was flipped onto her back and Kuri's legs were stretched across her, with her arm trapped, to complete a cross armbar.

"Aaaah!! Nnnoooo!!" Isabelle's feet kicked the mat wildly as pulled her arm close enough to grab her hand with her free hand, locking her hands together to prevent her arm from being pulled.