ViVi's condescension: Double Trouble for One Kiss

[Hagen-Autem]

Inside a nightclub in Japan, the sound of a ring set up in the centre kept echoing. Accompanied by muffled moans and stammered cries just before climax.

So another girl was slid through the ropes, about to land face-first on the padded floor at ringside. Another girl tried her luck, only to pass out at the 2:30 mark from a kiss, then beg for mercy, afraid she was about to fall in love and get wet like a fool in that ring.

The devilish girl would have loved to have that space all to her show in just three colours. She imagined her logo, printed in neon ink, stamped in the centre of this makeshift ring. The corner pads in fuchsia. The posts in ivory white, and the rest of the place in black. The canvas could be a shade of grey for contrast…

But she’d had to share those spaces with the madman from the other brands who’d backed her after her entertaining first episode with the idol. She still hated her. And now, in the present, the Third Queen. The Pinkette. The blue-blooded lady with a thousand eloquent adjectives to her name was straddling the chest of another loser who’d also been lucky enough to savour her lips—she end up overwhelmed by the lust of that Royal Pinkette.

So this lucky girl lay on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling, gasping for breath with tears in her eyes. But ViVi clasped her hands over her mouth, as if sealing the pin.

One!… Two!… Three! She’s out!

Ding!

The sound of the digital bell. The favourite sound of every capricious heel. She’d just sent another girl packing.

The referee held out a hand for her to take so he could help her up. They’d rehearsed this several times, but she was getting a little tired of repeating the same routine over and over.

Still, it was easy work. But It was no great achievement for ViVi to crush so many pushovers. After all, she was taking on anyone willing to challenge her, and practically no one was genuinely interested in beating her. Even so, that was the point of this chapter of the *ViVi’s Condescension*: to see how many would try their luck against her Kiss.

She also wanted to get closer to the audience and show them that she wasn’t just a pretty little devil with a gorgeous bum and silky-smooth skin, dressed in a lovely, tight-fitting two-piece gear set, and all cute and everything else that fed her vanity.

Once on her feet, ViVi swayed her as she strutted past the dazed nerd. She even dared to step on her, knocking the wind out of her. ViVi sauntered over to the ropes, turned gracefully, and leaned back against them, one arm draped over the ropes and a microphone in the other.

“Well, well. Anyone else want to come up?” she remarked, swinging the microphone behind her with a hint of hesitation. She was putting on an act.

She rolling her eyes as she let the clamour of the front-row spectators answer for her. She was buying time while some of her goons dragged the girl in the nylon maillot out of her ring.

So...

“I’m bored!! Isn’t there anyone who wants something other than just using me?” she added, playing the victim.

She know full well why they were climbing into the ring. And now that she’d made that clear, she could take a chance and bet big. After all, shame is a powerful motivator for the masses.

“I don’t know… Is there anyone who wants to give it a go before claiming the reward? Anyone else… daring? Because I’m interested in striking a deal with some brave soul… if they can bring me a different proposal that I might accept.”

ViVi gear tonight

[APimpNamedSlickback]

Sandy Bash pulled on Wendy's wrist, yanking open the door to the seedy-looking club. Loud music pulsed from within, mixed with raucous cheers and wolf whistles. The bouncer barely glanced at them as they slipped inside, thinking they are wrestlers which they are totally are.

"This'll be fun, trust me!" Sandy called over the sound, her voice dripping with excitement. Wendy sighed heavily as Sandy dragged her along.

"Ugh, fine, we can check it out...but I'm not promising anything," she muttered, her voice low and sulking beneath her mask.

Wendy's blonde hair bounced as she led the way, weaving between gyrating bodies towards the center where a wrestling ring dominated the space.

As they wove through the crowd, Wendy couldn't help but feel out of place. She's not really into crowded areas. She can perform in front of a crowd but put her in one? No way.

As they approached the main attraction, Sandy froze mid-step. In the ring stood none other than ViVi herself, looking smugger than ever as she surveyed the crowd.

Oh no. Sandy's gonna pull something.

Sandy's eyes had lit up as she spotted ViVi preening in the ring. Without warning, she leapt forward, vaulting onto the apron with a wild grin. She pointed dramatically at the pink-clad villainess.

"You there, the evil sexy lady! Your reign of terror ends tonight, evildoer!"

Her voice rang out across the room, drawing jeering catcalls and applause. Some folks recognized the Blue Star Mask. Others thought it was part of the show.

Nearby, Wendy groaned audibly in her hands.

[Hagen-Autem]

ViVi strode around the ring, trying to emphasise her intentions with every step. She also wanted to make the most of those precious pauses between sentences to make her challenge as enticing as possible. It was very important to her.

This was her chance to get the bad taste of her first episode out of her mouth. She had plans for her career, after all; but just as she was about to say the next thing—the words that would capture everyone's attention—a woman stepped onto the apron and spoke, pointing at her. She caught ViVi's eye. It was brief, but it was enough to steal her moment.

The beautiful girl wore a blue mask with a star. She was blonde, with a figure blessed with generous curves that bounced with even her slightest movements. ViVi had barely paused to glance at her out of the corner of her eye when she noticed that everyone was already staring at the daring blonde's breasts.

The pinkette masked her envy with an expressionless glance over her shoulder, keeping her eyes on the woman who'd dared to interrupt her.

The blonde wasn't half bad. It would be nice to break her down until she was drooling and trembling. But… she was missing something.

ViVi decided to break the ice. “Hm… thanks for calling me sexy.” That earned a few laughs. “But I'm not looking for any more jobbers.” Then she turned her thoughts to how to get rid of the girl.

After saying that, she curled her lips into a condescending half-smile. She even shifted her weight subtly from one foot to the other, as if to show that she hadn't meant to offend the masked stranger. In truth, though, that had been precisely her intention. She wasn't about to let anyone steal her thunder again.

[APimpNamedSlickback]

Sandy bristled visibly at the term 'jobber', her fists clenching at her sides.

"I am NO JOBBER, you arrogant hussy!" Sandy retorted hotly, jabbing a finger in ViVi's direction. "Blue Star Mask has taken on all comers and emerged victorious! My record speaks for itself."

Said records being unofficial, underground, indie and backyard leagues.

She puffed out her ample chest proudly, clearly irked by the implication. Around them, the crowd began to murmur excitedly, sensing a brewing confrontation.

"And besides," Sandy continued, smirking confidently beneath her mask, "even if I WERE...your worse than a jobber picking on other jobbers, Miss Pink Pantsuit!"

Utter silence... You can even hear the crickets.

Wendy watched the exchange unfold with growing unease. When Sandy hurled the 'Pink Pantsuit' jibe, she couldn't contain herself anymore. She loudly hissed under her breath;

"What did you call her?! That isn't actually an insult, genius! You need to think smarter here..."

Wendy sighed heavily, shoulders slumping slightly. Part of her wished she'd stayed home instead of letting Sandy drag her along to this. Now look at the mess they were in...

Sandy whipped her head around to glare at Wendy, whispering:

"It wasn't?" Wendy rolled her eyes at Sandy's disbelief.

Then, recovering quickly, Sandy turned back to face ViVi once more. With exaggerated confidence, she declared:

"But hey, maybe you should worry less about jobbers and more about facing someone who won't fold like a cheap suit in five minutes flat!"

To punctuate her statement, Sandy struck a heroic pose - fist raised triumphantly above her head, legs spread wide apart. Outside, Wendy felt her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at Sandy's hammy display, but Sandy pressed onward undeterred.

"So what do ya say, Princess Peach? Ready to tango?"

[Hagen-Autem]

The ring girl’s amused expression turned into a withering glare the moment silence fell. It was a gradual transformation—ViVi’s eyes became as piercing as a serpent’s. Even her smile vanished. You could practically hear the crickets hiding in the nightclub.

It was enough to intimidate anyone. And not just anyone could call her a bitch so openly and get away with it. However, the next remark thrown her way made her forget all about that: “Miss Pink Pantsuit.”

ViVi arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow, tilting her head slightly. Was that supposed to be an insult or a compliment? Perhaps it was both.

“Erm…”

Before she could figure it out, the other girl—the one she’d been ignoring—made her presence known by questioning her companion. This sparked a rather amusing exchange that drew a brief burst of laughter from ViVi, accompanied by a few knowing chuckles from the crowd. And so, the Third Queen let them bicker. She had more important things to consider, after all, including just how much she could get out of this little situation. Besides, nobody would complain if she kicked this loudmouthed wrestling wannabe’s arse anyway.

So, when the blonde issued her challenge, ViVi offered no immediate response. A plan was taking shape in her mind, but there was still one missing piece before she could be entirely satisfied with it.

Thus her gaze shifted towards the other girl.

It was a slow, deliberate look, and she pointed with her eyes at the bronze-skinned luchadora with such intensity that the rest of the audience followed her lead, turning their attention towards the same woman. So a wicked smile spread across ViVi’s lips, aimed squarely at her new target.

“Matching masks? How adorable... So, is all this because you fancy my arse?” she teased, turning around to show it off. “That makes sense. Is that why you want to tango with me, then?” She added in that unmistakably flirtatious tone of hers.

ViVi's backside

Now. ViVi raised an arm, pointing towards the ceiling as she spoke, before swiftly lowering it to point at the airheaded blonde.
“Right, my star-ry attendant. How about you and your girlfriend in my ring? What do you say?”

Whistles rang out from the crowd. Assuming they were a very intimate couple.

ViVi took the opportunity to plant her knuckles on her hips and lean forward slightly, striking a defiant pose in her own signature style.
“No rules, of course. Two no-jobbers against me, the future Hentai Champion.”

Sensing the opportunity to make things even more interesting, she fixed her rival even more while piercing her with her words. Leaning towards her, opened her viper eyes wide to emphasise their new nickname, while lifting her hips for the crowd.

“It’ll be a fair fight. If you two, no-losers, can beat me fair and square, I’ll take back everything I said about you." Then, she was making certain that her challenge came across even louder and clearer. "And surely you’ve got no problem facing me if I’m only any good at beating jobbers, have you?”

She paused, sashaying across the ring before delivering one final zinger, complete with a wink.
“I’ll even give you an easy win to pad out that big, BIG record of yours. You know, erm... the one full of phantom victories. Heh! But if I win? Well, then I get to do whatever I want with the pair of you, my way, whenever and however I please for… oh, I don’t know. As long as it takes me to get bored. How does that sound?”

The fans would surely be more than happy to offer their own suggestions for the match.

“Or do you need permission from your partner before you can accept, Ta-tas?”
She exclaimed it, word for word, emphasising each one so that it would sink in with that star luchadora.