The Rookie Rumble! (First come, first serve.)

[SubtleRoar]

*In between her heavy suspirations and sensual intrigue, Agatha strived to remain in control of the skirmish before abdicating the role to her opponent- However, it seemed as though Michiko was obstinate on not only outclassing her, but outsmarting her as well- The derogatory remark sent Agatha into a tizzy, as she verbally jousted with the snarky sentry while attempting to guide her tightened fist towards her solar plexus, a crimson hue spreading across her facial cheeks as she did so.*

"H..Hey! N..no need for the chiding! It's how the strong adapt, evolve and survive in the wilderness! What precisely would you know about the rules of nature, outside of watching documentaries on television?!" *Agatha lashed out, visibly steamed by such a pompous remark. Unfortunately, this left her incredibly vulnerable for a brief moment, and as fate would have it, Michiko seized the opportunity to smack her wrecking ball of a fist towards the mat. The sudden redirection of force sent Agatha lurching forward, inadvertently pressing her buxom chest against Machiko's maw.* "Grrhh..y..you..l..lecherous..f..fiend!" *The valkyrie shouted, the onset of personal mortification halting any and all movement as the crowd went wild from the brief foreplay between the women.*

[CaptainL]

Michiko scoffed at Agatha's words, meeting them with a narrowed eye as she braced herself. "What are we, animals?" she said. "What distinguishes us from simple beasts is our sense of honor and virtue - without that, there would just be chaos!" The purple-haired girl beamed with pride, clearly getting quite deeply into the role she had assumed for herself and enjoying every moment of it. "If you're going to prey on the weak like a wolf of the forest, you'll be met with hunters!"

Her gambit proved effective, as she cracked her hand outward with enough speed to swat Agatha's fist right away from her. This granted her with a brief moment of reprieve, as she smiled a little to herself. But it seemed she had overshot her efforts, and the momentum knocked Agatha forward, causing her breasts to fall right into Michiko's mouth! Her face flushed a bright red, and she quickly moved to shove Agatha away from her, seeming to take it just as hard as the Scandinavian herself did. "Why-! I was hoping I was mistaken, but it seems you really are just a pervert. But to accuse such lewdness of me? The nerve of you," She said with a glare, starting to get back up and raising her fists. If Agatha came at her, she'd be ready to meet her.

[SubtleRoar]

*The spontaneous momentum used to sling the disoriented blonde forward caused her to firmly plant her elbows on the outer edges of Michiko's shoulders- She relied on them as pillars to retain at least a vestige of balance, but it seemed as though this effort would prove to be ultimately fruitless, because despite her best efforts to remain stationary in her straddling position, Michiko finally tossed her off with one good shove. Surprised at the natural strength she possessed, Agatha slowly scurried towards a nearby corner, using it as leverage to climb upwards and regain some semblance of control over herself.*

"You have the nerve to disrespect the integrity of animals?" *Tilting her head more out of curiosity than ire, Agatha began slowly rotating her shoulders to disperse the fatigue beginning to build up within them. Her piercing gaze met Michiko's, as she continued with her diatribe.* "What of the wolf packs that hunt together in the night? What of the lions of the Serengeti, that tend to those in their families? Surely you cannot blithely ignore that which occurs every day?" *Her earnest question demanding an answer, Agatha merely crept forward before finally launching into Machiko for a test of strength- She was eager to see wether or not her earlier display of raw power was an unforeseen fluke or not.*

[CaptainL]

Getting back on her feet, Michiko readied herself for battle, beginning to close in on her opponent as she had landed in the corner. Still she had kept up her argument, and it was getting to the point where the two were discussing philosophy as much as they were fighting. She had to admit that it was an interesting experience to be sure, but in the midst of the debate she couldn't help but feel they had lost sight of what they had actually came here for - they were here to prove their skills to the audience and show everyone that even if they were new, they still had it. "I suppose you're right," Michiko said with a shrug, deciding it was best now to just concede the point. However, she still stepped in closer to take up Agatha on the test of strength. "But I'll still show you what I can do!"

Lacing her fingers against Agatha's, the girl pressed her weight into hers, gritting her teeth as she leaned forward. She was putting all she could muster into this, and she didn't want her opponent to be disappointed.

[SubtleRoar]

*Slightly disappointed that the astute woman refused to extend the delightfully witty banter any further, Agatha felt the tone of the match shift into a more tactile direction- Something she would never be found squabbling about. The instant her palms connected with Michiko's, Agatha couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to ram her hefty heifers up against the slender woman's personal pair of glorious gazangas, all the while augmenting the facade of being truly invested in the battle transpiring within the ring itself. Unbeknownst to Michiko, Agatha had craved the delicate embrace of her body since the moment she laid eyes on her, and to have the match escalate so quickly was something she was unprepared for, but welcomed with open arms regardless.*

"Rgghh..y..you talk a big game..b..but let's see just how durable you really are!" *With a raging conflagration of energy burning deep within her, Agatha surged forward and brought her head forward, only to viciously slam it directly against the bridge of Michiko's nose- She meant no malice by it, but rather, something she was adept with; guerrilla style combat was something Agatha excelled at, as her forefathers had passed down that fighting tradition for centuries and it had never failed them in the thicket of warfare.*

[CaptainL]

Their palms locked, and just like that, the mutual struggle was on, as each of the two women fought with all their might to try and overpower the other. Michiko ground her heels into the mat to anchor herself, with the hopes of picking up more force to turn against her opponent. Her teeth grit, and she narrowed her eyes. She heard Agatha's challenge, and she was going to meet it - there was no playing around now, it was time to get serious. And she was going to prove to her that that was something she was quite capable of doing.

However, as Michiko twisted her shoulders and bulged the muscles in her arms, her struggle was eventually cut short, as Agatha decided to change tactics - ramming her forehead right into the lilac-haired girl's nose! With a yelp, Michiko was forced to let go of the blonde, staggering back as she raised her hands to her face. "Why-! That was a cheap trick...you think you're going to fight dirty, do you?"

[SubtleRoar]

*this was obviously an attempt to both stagger and discombobulate her adversary for a brief time, but Agatha yearned for something much more than just the advantage in battle- For some, esoteric reason she was now on a quest to earn Michiko's respect. She had undoubtedly become curious towards the notion that not only did both women hail from two, completely opposite walks of life, but the fortuitous realization that both excelled in the language of combat and could share an intense dialogue was something that sent shivers of unrivaled glee through her body. As she felt her offensive maneuver connect with its intended target, Agatha lurched backwards from the slight, stinging pain she had received upon contact before attempting to shoot for Machiko's midsection, arms vertically pointed before shoulder tackling into her.*

"Cheap? I beg your pardon?" *Taking a slight ounce of umbrage to such a haughty remark, Agaatha continued driving forward in an effort to knock Machiko backwards and into an adjacent corner.* "This move was perfected by my clan as a means of ambushing any unwary prey; perhaps if you hadn't been so distracted by my form, you would have seen it coming~" *She piped up with a hint of coy superiority in her voice, almost as if they were playing a tacit game of back and forth.*

[CaptainL]

Seeing her opponent prepare her next move, Michiko sucked in a breath, her well-built muscles tensing as she eventually recovered from the initial surprise and got herself into a stance. Making a bit of a show of it like a hero in some cheesy anime, she made some quick hand gestures, miming chopping at the air. She wanted Agatha to know that she would be ready for her, as she prepared her next strike.

Of course, no amount of preparation could prevent Agatha from hitting Michiko with her best shot, as the blonde charged forward with a tackle aimed for her stomach. Though the purple-haired woman tried to protect herself, Agatha still managed to break past her guard and slam into her, and she was carried backwards, her feet stumbling as she fell back against the corner. "Guh-!" she coughed. "You may honor the traditions of those who came before you, it sounds," Michiko said, "but what use is honor if you aren't going to use it? Do you value your techniques only for keeping the playing field uneven?"

More so than Agatha's underhanded tactics, though, it was the smug air of arrogance in her that got on Michiko's nerves. This girl was getting in Michiko's head, and she thought she was hot shit for it - but she was still boasting of her underhanded ways. That wouldn't do for Michiko. "Take pride in what you will," she shouted back, slipping deeper into her role, "but justice will always prevail!" She then readied her hand to throw a chop into her opponent's side as the blonde pressed her into the corner!

[SubtleRoar]

*Feeling as if this heated back and forth between them was still an ongoing war of words, Agatha would have thought it shameful to abdicate her role in this scathing skirmish between herself and Michiko, but more importantly, the physical battle between them ranked higher on the totem pole for the scandinavian sledgehammer. Without immediately concocting a retort for her seemingly loaded question, Agatha clasped either side of the adjacent ropes before attempting to ram the right portion of her upper body directly into the persnickety purple haired woman's chest cavity.*

"Uneven? I value you enough as a fighter to assume that you can handle such attacks without making yourself look ignorant in combat; should I have not given you the benefit of the doubt? Perhaps you aren't as deft in fighting as I thoug...!" *Before her condescending taunt could reach its terminus however, Agatha quickly found herself on the receiving end of a vicious smack, one which rang out across her body like a thunderbolt rippling down her flesh.*

"GRRRHHH!" *Squinting her eyes in a desperate attempt to mitigate the unreal anguish that shook her foundation, Agatha was quite familiar with this level of suffering- She had experienced many an encounter with a savage beast that left her much worse for wear, and this ambush was certainly no exception. If she didn't draw too much attention to the critical state she was in, then perhaps she could still salvage what remained of her advantage. Torpidly, she began retreating, shuffling backwards in an effort to create a chasm of distance between herself and Machiko.*

[CaptainL]

Even with Michiko fighting back, Agatha wasn't about to abdicate from her position of defiance any time soon, as she continued to hold her own by laying into her foe with a corner shoulder block! It became clear now, as the two clashed, that they were actually quite similar in height; the mismatch in size coming mostly from Michiko's solid build. But it was that solid build that kept her from bending and breaking, as she stood firm against the advance. Nevertheless, Agatha did put the momentum into it, and the impact wasn't anything to scoff at. Michiko started to skid backwards, but she remained firm even as her back was pushed up against the corner post.

Once again the debate was on, as Agatha launched into a defense of her actions. This truly was a clash of opposites; not only were the two fighters unlike one another in appearance, but so too in origin and in philosophy. There was one thing they had in common, though - their strength. Both had no shortage of power and skill at their disposals, and Michiko made that known, as her hand connected with Agatha's side.

"Well? What was that?" she taunted, milking the moment for the crowd's attention as they cheered louder at the reversal. "I think I'm perfectly good at dishing out blows, myself. As far as things go with being ready...well, you tell me; did you see that coming?" She winked to Agatha, holding a hand in the air to cue the crowd to cheer for her as she called Agatha out on her hypocrisy. Agatha started to draw back, but Michiko didn't have any intent on letting her get too far from her; she had other things in store! She dashed forward towards the Scandinavian as she maneuvered away, arm held out for a clothesline!