James had done a lot of soul searching. The aerial ace had been beaten before, but he had never been beaten likeThe vile woman had not only stripped him of his shorts and his dignity, but had conquered him easily and knocked him out, stone cold. Even the cruelest women back in the indie leagues in the Midwest would never stoop that low, and the shame James felt knew no end. The usually libertine boy did not show his face for a week afterwards, as he was stung with self-pity. All of the pleasures of the world seemed recondite to him after such a terrible loss.So James trained. His sister had apparently watched the match and gave him the tongue lashing of a lifetime, but provided a little assistance as to how to workout. The aerial ace did not follow the program letter by letter as it seemed entirely too strenuous but he did put in a little effort and consequently felt a little bit stronger. Madonna had worn him out and overpowered him, and now that he knew the consequences for such an act he vowed to never let that happen to him again.He was in the locker room of AFW, pacing around in the emptiness. His basketball shorts that formed his wrestling costume were already on and he began to do his stretches. The woman facing him was named Yajiri Kasamutsu and he surmised that it was Japanese. When he opened his computer to find out info on this woman, he came back with a whole bunch of nothing which meant that this was her debut. The high flyer was coming in blind, and hoped that this woman was inexperienced.But he was prepared for the worst if she wasn't. Mentally, at least. The boy jumped on top of the bench and then back down and then repeated that process ten times until his legs had warmed up. Those two legs of his were his biggest advantage, both in that they propelled him up into the air and came down hard with a panoply of kicks. One of the worker drones popped her head into the locker and bade him come to the main entrance hall.He rocked back and forth. His calm demeanor began to crack with a bit of nervousness. He examined his fist. It was shaking a little bit. He tried to jump and shake it all out. His theme music blared over the speakers and when James emerged he was met with a tepid, almost algid reaction. No one liked a loser, especially someone who had lost as he had, but it didn't shake James. He gave them a wave or two as he walked down the ramp and into the ring. The ace moved to his corner and rested against the turnbuckle.he thought.