Blue Blazer Vs. Akino Sanada - Blaze Of Glory

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Match Type: Standard.
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout.

Wherever Akino's embittered mindset was, it absolutely was not concentrating on the moment currently unfolding as she continued lacing up her black combat boots within the backstage locker-room area. Sitting on a lone bench with grumbled expletives being emphasized with each tightened yank of her laces and fellow wrestlers steering clear of the acerbic maid's wrathful aura. Akino having come to the stark realization recently that she must have somehow lost some modicum of street cred and outright respect within the federation in these recent years. Stagnation coming as the result of a lack of credible challengers lined up for her. How else could she explain being mistaken for the janitorial staff by some blueberry colored, bobbleheaded bimbo who probably hadn't even wrestled a day in her life? The baffling interaction having been replayed in her head ad nauseam with the maid walking away from that bewildering conversation with nothing more than a host of questions and gigantic bag of garbage in need of disposal. Well, Akino did walk away from that encounter with one other thing. An opportunity to establish herself once again as an unyielding force nature. A cycloptic menace to be reckoned with whose more known for strangling adversaries with choked breaths between her constricting thighs and satiating her carnal desires in the process. Akino knew all too well that chances at redemption weren't easy to come by these days, and Akino had precisely zero intention of allowing this one to slip through her gloved grasps. One final affirmative yank of her shoestrings were taken before the cantankerous maid sat upright and start cracking her knuckles on her way out of the locker-room and straight towards the Gorilla position.

Poppy - Time Will Tell

Akino Sanada

The shrill screams and electric guitars riffs of Akino's theme started playing alongside the sadistic maid now making her determined stride out from behind the blackened curtain and down the illuminated ramp. An ominous presentation of a seasoned fighter now donning her trademark frilly maid outfit with thigh high stockings and skirt that bounced slightly with each step taken. Ice cold intensity honing in on the centered wrestling ring as she continued twirling about her silver handcuffs around her index finger. The alluring dichotomy of a savage competitor adorned in laced elegance capturing the audience's attention almost immediately. Akino never acknowledging the small pockets of fans who surprisingly had taken somewhat of a shine to The Otaku Maid...and this disregard continued onward as an intentional method of further entrancing audience members vying for her attention. The most devilish of smirks started creeping across her face as she stopped her twirling to pocket her handcuffs before sliding underneath the bottom rope and ascended with a leggy extension that had Akino popping out her pantied rump in a flirtatious manner before stepping through the ring ropes. Except no sooner did Akino enter the ring than the referee ceased her approach with her arms folded and fingers tapping on her other arms. The maid rolling her sole eye in abject irritation before fishing out her handcuffs from her pocket and handing them to the official. Akino somehow finding more reasons to make herself considerably prickly today as she ventured towards her corner ring post and lackadaisically slouched against it, legs crossed and arms folded in a harrumph with feral intensity eyeing the top of the ramp...