Fuuka Yamagishi was admittedly somewhat confused with LAW's decision to book this fight. On the surface, it looked like a known jobber being fed to a rookie. Fuuka was especially good for this since she was really good at lasting for a long time for the opponent to show off while not being much of a threat to turn the fight around during all the time that she afforded herself by enduring.
The confusion came with the match stipulations. If Fuuka could choose any two special match conditions to give her as good of a chance to win as possible short of an outright handicap, she would probably choose submission only oil wrestling. Fuuka's only win in her career was an oil match, and removing KO's and pins let Fuuka last for as long as possible.
Fuuka had two theories for why the match seemed to be tilted in her favor. Either LAW was trying to making Fuuka seem more threatening to make her opponent, Kaede, look better when she won. Or the more intriguing option: Kaede was being set up to lose. An act of sabotage, putting Kaede against a jobber she should beat in theory, but loses because the match was set up so that Fuuka was as deep in her element as possible. LAW had to have something in mind when they booked this, thought Fuuka. It's not as if they'd just randomly throw stipulations onto a match. Music
But the time for thinking would soon end as Fuuka heard her music come on, her cue to make her entrance. She wasn't wearing her usual attire for this match. She was wearing a bikini gifted to her by her friend Yukari, who had found it when shopping for a wrestling outfit of her own to wear. It hadn't been gifted with the intent of being used for wrestling, but Fuuka still wanted to wear it for at least one match as a show of appreciation. However, another friend of Fuuka, Chiaki, who had prior experience with oil wrestling, had disapproved when she saw the outfit she was wearing. Saying that the top looked too prone to a malfunction in the slippery conditions. But Fuuka hadn't brought her regular outfit with her to the arena, so now she just had to hope nothing went wrong with it. Fuuka
Fuuka made her way from backstage, down the ramp, to the ring, receiving loud cheers from the crowd along the way. The bluenette wrestler was rather well liked despite her lackluster record. Once inside the ring, Fuuka would kneel down on the floor, cupping oil into her hands and pouring it onto her body, splashing and lathering it onto herself herself front and back. As she did this, Fuuka already saw what Chiaki was talking about with her top. As oil pooled in Fuuka's cleavage, the weight started pulling down on her bikini a bit. Fuuka subtly drained the oil out of her top before she stood back up, ready for Kaede to make her entrance.
