The stress and losing streak is starting to Get to Serilda. Being embarrassed and utterly destroyed by her superior opponent in Jessica Wright, then being manhandled by a evil lightweight. People have started talking about her being up for the Loser championship, but what hurts more is some saying that no wonder her mother doesn't want anything to do with her.
Checking herself in a mirror backstage, deciding to wear the Pure Gold Liger Outfit for tonight match. Evening deciding on a submission match to prove to herself that she can win one.
Her music plays as she makes her way down to the ring, hugging her fans and even taking photos of them as always a big smile on her face. Before sliding into the ring doing some light stretches waiting for her match to begin.
Sounded like LAW had chosen to give her a plaything tonight. Suzuya Jukodo's conspiracy theory that one of the higher-ups wanted to earn more than a few points with her gained even more legitimacy, and she nodded in satisfaction at the justification that fact afforded her.
The greenette could keep up the search for her mystery admirer later. For now, she had this Gold Liger character to beat, and by the sound of it, the smart bets would be all on Suzuya. Liger didn't seem to be having much luck in her matches of late. Suzuya with her meager interest in research - she didn't wrestle for the analytics - hadn't looked too closely into the reasoning behind those losses, but they weren't doing the struggling feline any favors by throwing her up against someone a few pounds short of a heavyweight with Suzuya's stellar record. Luckily for her foe, Suzuya knew how to make every match a good time, even if she might have to deal with the pain part of the process.
Mood light as ever, Suzuya popped onto the stage with her trademark amalgamation of sexuality and schoolgirl pep and threw up a few deuces before hitting the ramp when her J-pop struck its beat. Her ample hips bobbed and her breasts bounded with each skipping step she made, slapping hands and making playful appeals to the crowd.
And there was Liger in the ring. Suzuya stared at her without shame as she popped up onto the ropes and then onto the mats alongside her. She had seen a few pictures of the other middleweight, but the greenette decided they hadn't done that voluptuous figure justice. Those were a pair of breasts a girl didn't see on a middleweight often, Suzuya herself not included.
After one more round of gestures to the crowd, Suzuya approached her, bold and admiring, ready to find out what Liger would offer. "Heyo~ I'm that Suzuya on your match card. Where do you like to do your tapping out? Asses, thighs, or breasts?"
Seeing her opponent making her way down to the ring, Liger bites her bottom lip at the other girl muscles and abs. Comparing herself to Suzuya fit wise... Liger is no where near the girl in terms of tight fit muscles, but bust size Liger has a lot of people beat. Knowing that this is going to be a rough hard match, Liger is prepared to hit her hard and fast as soon as the bell rings.
"...Excuse me.. I was going to offer you a good luck tonight but I guess not..." Annoyed at being treated like she not wroth being taken seriously or being taken as a joke so far, due to her losing streak well it ends tonight.
The bell rings as the ref starts the match, Liger comes out going for a big boot to Suzuya face. Wanting to shut the other girl up for taking the fight not seriously at all.
