Victory Conditions: Victory by verbal submission. Loser has to worship the winner’s feet in whatever way she desires, for as long as she wants.
Victoria growled to herself as she was tossed a 5 minute warning, crossing her arms back stage as she waited for her time. This was her debut, her chance to really showcase her skills in battle. Although there is a reason why she is not in the best of moods.
Bullcrap. Stupid. Dumb. A waste of my time. Utterly, incredibly, amazingly, insanely frickin’ ridiculous.
These and the other so lovely words went through her head. A Humiliation match? What the fuck is it with management putting her in a match like this? She hated these stupid matches that isn't the typical win by KO, submission or Countout matches, especially those with people she didn't know or care to know... Was it her manager? If that bitch had a hand in this, swear to god...
This would be her first time fighting in front of a large crowd, and her first appearance of any kind in LAW. And as if that by itself didn't put enough pressure on her, there was the added fact that this would be the first time Victoria would knowingly place herself in a situation where things were likely to get sensual.
Indeed the Russian-American had never faced a sexual situation before, and just the thought left her quite flustered. She knew she would have to deal with things like that here in LAW but she didn't expect it to be so soon. Victoria was well-trained in multiple martial arts, but something like this was certainly out of her element. And though there promised to be valuable experience to take away from this match, that did little to ease Victoria's irate tension.
She huffed, feeling her frustrations radiate through her muscles, encouraging her to punch her opponent blind in this match... Her brain wasn't arguing... and neither was she. Her name was called and the Russian-American stepped out into the walk way, her music blasting over the arena to announce her presence. At least she was going somewhere comfortable...
Victoria
Hopping on the balls of her feet, the tall girl would breathe in and out. Alright. Just treat it like any other fight. That would work. Right?