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Finally, tonight was Tara Kwan's night. Ever since landing into AFW, the cocky young Korean girl was somewhat overly picky about her selection of foes who would be doing her the grand honour of helping her make her world wide wrestling debut in AFW. The selection process had been somewhat exhausting; her choice of foe simply had to fit the image the Korean Secret had in her head, completely something of a lengthy game of Goldilocks given that her foe couldn't be too big, too small, too strong, or too fast. She didn't want a pushover, to say the least, nor did she particularly feel like making herself known by being slaughtered by some seven foot monster with a chip on her shoulder. After all, Tara wanted to not only demonstrate her typical wrestling skill, but perhaps demonstrate her somewhat, unique, personality. Somehow, for reasons unknown, the plucky rookie had finally set on an opponent, after what felt to be years of deliberation.Kyoko Akan.Tara herself simply couldn't put her finger upon why she jumped at the chance to debut against the aforementioned woman. Kyoko was certainly no pushover; the Belly Queen having already built herself something of a reputation women years in the business would of killed to have gained. There was simply,about Kyoko which had made the Belly Queen a must-know in the mind of the rookie Korean. And a debut seemed a fitting time as ever to make such introductions. Sooner rather than later, Tara figured.The speakers already making their rounds, filling the arena with what could only be described as 'offensively catchy' K-Pop, a flicker of lights and a somewhat dramatic use of smoke and flash would allude to the Korean Secrets entrance, who had already appeared on the ramp clad in her now standard wrestling attire.Clad in a tight fitting drab-coloured bikini, matching hat, and massive smile, the rookie had already begun her joy-filled prancing down the entrance ramp, hands in the air with a peace sign already shining from her fingers. Her descent was quick; the debuting star quickly making a slide of sorts under the bottom rope before she would stand tall, raising her pose again to the crowd who had already begun to catch onto the girls enthusiasm and catchy vibes. Soon the latter would stop, as her theme was removed just as Tara began to mount the turnbuckle, keen to wave to nearly every single member of the crowd individually. She'd make no effort to hurry up such greetings; more than happy to take her time as she awaited the arrival of a woman she was somewhat overly keen to meet.