Victory only by Submission
Her head was held high as she began the walk down the ramp towards the ring, her chest swollen with pride and her steps full of confidence. And why shouldn't she be confident? She was Emelia Atkinson. She was Britain's greatest model, and one of the greatest models in the world, period. She excelled at almost everything she had ever tried, and tonight, against her rival Gabriella, she knew that she would excel here too.
She reached the ring and climbed inside, sliding under the ropes and up to her feet as the crowd cheered around her, excited by the sight of the buxom blonde, the eager newcomer. Their cheers served to bolster Emelia's confidence even more, the blonde raising her hands triumphantly into the air as she headed to one corner of the ring to wait for Gabrielle's arrival.
She moved to her corner, and settled into a series of light and east stretches, keeping her body limber and warmed up, waiting patiently for her rival and opponent to show up...