Akari Fujiyami vs Brooke Betancourt

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Akari fujiyami stood backstage, in a corner, getting herself ready for yet another law match. This time, her opponent would be a relatively new girl, having fought only a few matches before. The muscular teen was excited to see who the new girl was, and wanted to know how she would hold up against her. The wrestling world champions hair fell around her head, as she ran her hands through it and pushed it out of her eyes once again. She adjusted the straps on her trademark classic sports bra, and crossed her arms, excentuating her biceps. Her bra left her toned midriff and sizeable breasts and cleavage well exposed. She looked quite cute, but also quite muscular, as on every night, like the type of girl you wished you could have, who could also beat you up whenever you wanted.

Her eyes scanned across the backstage area, looking for her opponent, a girl named brooke. She didn't have much to go on from management, at least regarding her looks, just a general profile of her. Brooke was told to her to be somewhat tan, with light brown hair, and blue eyes, and Akari had been looking for someone matching that description among the performers tonight all night.

Finally, she spotted a girl matching the description. She stepped over, and leaned against the wall by her.

"Are you brooke betancourt?" She asked, keeping her arms crossed, her muscles still very much exposed and visible.

"I'm your opponent tonight, Fujiyami Akari," she said, giving the Japanese order of her name, the surname before her actual first name.

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Brooke Betancourt leaned up against a wall, tapping away at her phone. She needed to work on deleting all the fan emails that still occasionally came through her inbox. While some of them were surely nice, far too many were selfish demands for her to make her return to modeling, and all of them were reminders of that life that she just didn't need right now.

"Are you Brooke Betancourt? I'm your opponent tonight, Fujiyami Akari."

A rough, gravelly voice called out to her from down the hall, breaking her focus on her current task.

"Oh! Uh, yeah, that's me. It's good to meet you... Fujiyama-san? Akari?" While her manager's fluency in Japanese made for a good initial crash-course in the language and its cultural quirks, Brooke wasn't quite sure how she should refer to her opponent. She was able to recognize Akari as her given name, but beyond that... she wasn't sure how "familiar" she could afford to be with somebody that she was about to fight. "But yeah, I'm Brooke!"

While she was talking, Brooke got a good look at her opponent. Akari's toned, muscular body and sharply beautiful face was a deadly combination to someone like Brooke. The muscly sort wasn't exactly her type, but she wouldn't mind getting pinned down by her in just about any other context. Thankfully, this wasn't that kind of match, though she was sure that her opponent's apparent strength would have many other uses in the ring.

Still, Brooke's instincts, honed from years of standing up for herself against self-interested agents in the modeling agency, immediately started to set off alarm bells in her head. Something about Akari's countenance just didn't sit right with her. Maybe it was the way that she subtly displayed her muscles, not unlike a sheriff in a Western movie tucking their jacket back to reveal a loaded gun. Maybe it was the terse, short way she introduced herself. Or maybe Brooke was just irrationally intimidated by a buff woman.

It wouldn't do much to antagonize Akari needlessly, though, so she needed to get a better read on this chick. She hopped off the wall and handed her phone to the first stagehand she saw, wordlessly beckoning for Akari to follow her as she walked towards the entrance ramp.

"Anyway, what's up? Did you just come to introduce yourself or...?"

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Akari smirked as she walked to Brooke. The brunette looked to be a bit shorter and a fair bit lighter than her. She was simply tapping away at her phone when Akari introduced her self.

"You can call me Fujiyami-san if you wanna be really polite, but that's honestly way too polite. Feel free to just say Akari." She chuckled at Brooke initial confusion. "I just came to say hi. Clearly, I'm assuming you haven't been much to Japan? I'm fairly new as well, having come from the states myself, but my parents were from here so I knew the language." She smiled.

"I also came, to give a warning. If you think Ill go easy on you because your new, your sorely mistaken," She smiled tactfully, and continued "Don't expect this place to be easy, and don't go looking for handouts." She made her way to the stage entrance, and stopped just before making her entrance.

"Good luck in this match, Brooke," She turned and looked Brooke right in the eyes. "Your gonna need it."

And with that, akari stepped into the arena, to the cheers of law fans across the globe. She made her way to the ring gracefully, her supple legs gliding across the stage, her face a confident smirk as she entered the ring, and awaited Brooke, so they could commence their fight.

[FreestylePoet]

Akari was underestimating her. She was doubting Brooke's ability to hang with her in the ring. Brooke understood why, of course -- after all, she was just a retired model who brought nothing to the ring but six months of Judo for Women's Self Defense, one month in the LAW gym, and a whole lotta spunk. She didn't know what experience her opponent had, but something told her that Akari's muscles weren't just for show. Even so, she couldn't let a couple mean words get her down, nor could she let them go unanswered.

"Hey, Akari." She called out after her opponent. Assuming that Akari would stop, she'd continue. "I'm ready to work for what I want. Are you?"

Brooke's show of spirit surprised even herself, but she couldn't reflect on it for too long. Before she knew it, her entrance music sounded throughout the LAW arena, and it was the Downrange Diva's turn to enter the ring.

She walked down the entrance ramp with a purpose, decorating her typical model's catwalk with a determined face. When she stepped onto the ring apron, her eyes were locked on Akari's the whole time, fixed into a steely gaze. When she ducked between the ropes, she did so with no fanfare or flirts. When she met Akari in the center of the ring, there were no more words or introductions.

DING DING DING!

And when the bell rang, Brooke wasted no time getting into position, crouching down into an athletic stance, her arms out like a traditional wrestler's.

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Akari was about to leave, and step into her own world, the wrestling ring, her second home, when she heard Brooke call after her.

"I'm not the one you should be worried about working hard. Ive proved my abilities, and spirit by winning world championships in this aport at 16 and 17 just a few years ago. YOU shold be worried abut working hard, and doing your best, otherwise, I WILL demolish you tonight."

And with that, Akari stepped into the ring. The pretty teen was slowly growing in popularity with the law crowd, despite generally being more business than show. She made her way to the ring, and gracefully slipped between the ropes

Akari smirked as she watched Brooke make her entrance and step towards the ring. Her new nickname, the downrange diva, even implied exactly what she was in Akaris eyes: a rookie diva who would end up quitting the sport after her first few matches. She smirked as Brooke slid with graceful agility into the ring. No words of welcome or introduction, Brooke looked to be all business, and so was Akari. The teen made a well rehearsed wrestling stance, and smirked at her opponent across the ring, as the bell rang. She employed her usual, more defensive strategy to win the match, and waited, watching carefully to see what Brooke would do first.

[FreestylePoet]

Akari's words only set Brooke off more, made her teeth grind harder, pushed her closer to drawing blood from her own palm courtesy of her tightening grip. While most of the people she'd met around LAW had been kind or, at least, generally supportive, Akari clearly wasn't. That was fine, though. Brooke had overcome dozens of agents, media members, and magazine editors telling her that she wouldn't last a day outside of the modeling industry. A pissy opponent wouldn't be half as hard -- and she was going to prove it.

As she crouched before her opponent, Brooke set to figuring out how exactly she was going to do that. She wasn't the most analytical wrestler in her stable -- Julie probably took that title -- but a few things were immediately obvious to her. She couldn't be intimidated by Akari's toned body, but a test of strength almost certainly wouldn't go in her favor. She wasn't in any danger of an attack from Akari right now, but she couldn't just sit here and wait her out forever. She couldn't be-

-go!

Brooke didn't even hear herself think it, much less realize that she'd launched off towards Akari. By the time she noticed, Brooke's arms were already out and down low, hoping to wrap around Akari's waist for a wrestling-style takedown!

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Akari smiled as she watched her tan, brunette opponent. Even if she felt like she would win handily, to charge in would be stupid for Akari. And so, like a cat stalking its prey, her gaze locked with Brookes as both teens waited for the opening of the match, circling each other, mirroring their moves, like the yin, to the others yang. Akari licked her lips, excited to see what was in store during this match. Then, suddenly....

In a blur of motion, Brooke leapt forward, ready to ensnare Akari and take the larger lightweight to the mat! Akari barely managed to sidestep the girls swipe at her body, just shaking her foot loose of Brookes grasp. She smirked confidently, knowing she had a chance to retaliate now. She quickly seized her opportunity, and barreled into her opponent, slamming her shoulder right into Brookes midriff and stomach, hoping to drive the girl to the mat.

"Like I said," she laughed, as she charged forward, "Don't expect any handouts from me!" Her face contorted to a twisted grin as she rammed forward. This, the excitement of combat, was what she lived for, what she was made and raised for. It was her one true love, and she loved doing it.

[FreestylePoet]

If Brooke thought that Akari's body was hardened before, the body check certainly didn't change that opinion. Without much resistance, the Downrange Diva clattered to the floor like a stack of Jenga blocks. The blow didn't hurt much, but the deep gasps for air at Brooke's lips told her that it had knocked a bit of her wind out.

Brooke only had time to glance behind her before realizing that Akari was headed right back for her. Any second now, she'd be on her, so she had to act quickly. Her legs shot out, aiming to wrap around Akari's knee and pull her down for a figure-four leglock! There were a hundred ways that Akari could get around this desperate attempt to ward her off, but it was all Brooke could think to do in the moment!

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Akari smiled tactfully as Brooke audibly exhaled. Her shoulder had done its job, and Brooke crumpled to the canvas. Her opponents limbs flailed out, looking to get hold of Akari and try and reverse her position to her own advantage, but Akari, having experience in and excelling at ground fighting, easily escaped the Downrange Divas clutches. She smirked, and mounted Brooke. A slender, but still muscular knee placed itself right up against Brookes neck, choking her, as the ref began the pin count as well. Akari smiled cutely down at her opponent, as she displayed just how effortlessly she could take advantage of people once she had them on the ground where she wanted them!

"I told you so," She giggled down at her opponent, and lightly poked Brooke on the nose. "Boop," as the referee slowly began the pinfall count.

"1..."

[FreestylePoet]

"Ghhk... frrk..."

The match had hardly even begun, and already, Brooke was on the brink of losing. Her opponent's fit, strong body was perched atop her own, and a tree trunk of a knee was crushing her windpipe. She'd grabbed onto Akari's arm as her opponent booped her on the nose, hanging into it tightly as if it were a lifeline. To Akari and to everyone in the crowd, the instinctive search for comfort probably looked pathetic... and she felt pathetic, to be sure. But that wouldn't do. If she wanted to prove that she was good enough to hack it outside of the modeling world, then she couldn't give up here.

"Fuhhh..."

Whatever defiant words were on her lips were indistinguishable from her grunts of pain and effort. Still, as she gripped Akari's arm tighter and tighter, she wriggled in vain against her captor's form. The referee's arm went down a second time, counting the second of three taps that would end this match in humiliating fashion. Something that she couldn't let happen.

"Fuck you!"

Suddenly, Brooke's arms shot out and grabbed at Akari's shoulder. She closed her eyes, anticipating a heavy dose of pain for both of them, and yanked down on Akari, hoping to tug Akari's head down onto her own for a brutal headbutt!