Can a Rose Shape a Diamond? Aiko Hasegawa vs. Deanna “Diamond” Duncan

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Vs.

Match Rules

The Match is a hentai one-fall. Competitors may win via Pinfall, subunission, or knockout after forcing a climax.

Leather squeals as the rose would tug up her new attire. The leotard shined like a dim stone as it contoured her body perfectly. With her arms slipping through the dark fur cuffs of her long sleeves, Aiko would draw up the zipper to contain her “personality”. Already another match and they’re giving her quite the feast, she couldn’t help but think she was being spoiled. With her locker shut, the black rose would observe her figure in the mirror. It was a rush order but looking at it now, the design choices her tailor suggested seemed to be the icing on the cake; feeling complete as her gaze met every inch of her reflection. Her usual choker hid in the fur collar of her attire. Even though it held a bad memory, she couldn’t bring herself to get rid of it, no matter how much she wanted to prove that she had moved on. She left it be, no point in bringing it up right now, not when she had a Diamond to cut~.

With black laces tightened on leather boots, Aiko heads towards the ring, eager to sink her teeth into another hard fought match. She had to give it to LAW, every oppurtunity brings more enjoyment to her once stressed life. The boredom of research (although her passion) was easily eclipsed with the possibility of domination, her favorite~. Perhaps she had been changing more for the worst but she no longer cared for the opinions of others, not anymore. Heading towards the ring, she couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation.

Her opponent tonight was nothing short of a tough cookie, Aiko didn’t have a habit of underestimating opponents and honestly couldn’t bring her instincts to be that lax. Deanna Duncan, half of the “Black Diamond” tag team, the spitfire of the two. What a energetic energy to potentially play with. The rose had found herself into old habits again, doing her own (detailed) research into her prey. It was sort of therapeutic in a weird way.

Spoiler

With her theme suddenly blaring from the speakers, Aiko would step out to welcome herself to the crowd. Her usual fans attention began to roar in the arena, perhaps they liked the new getup? Stepping down the ramp, she extends her hand to give a small lucky few her undivided attention, if only for a second before continuing down to the ring, eager in her step as the distance was closing bit by bit. Internally, she was already trying to think of a strategy to play with her foe but she knew just as much as anyone else that plans never go smoothly, especially in their line of work.

She shelves the thought for now, quickly scaling the steel steps before walking the apron and slipping over the middle rope and under the top to bounce into the ring. Aiko smiles as she brings in both hands to her lips, offering the crowd a massive kiss to blow towards each section, showering them in her affection. She turns to the ramp but instead of heading towards the center, she back peddles towards the ropes behind her, setting her rump on the middle and looping her arms to keep her stable.

Golden hues lock onto the entrance, her heart beats in her ears with the crowds roars and cheering soon begin to die down, her theme dies with it as everyone’s attention turns to await a Diamond’s appearance, a Diamond she would hope to shape tonight~.

[Dubski]

Deanna Duncan was up for a new challenge tonight--this time in a Hentai Match. The silver-haired babe looks in the mirror as she preps for her match, huffing out a breath of air. She fluffed her hair a bit, which did next to nothing with how it sat, and she knew it would get messed up later anyway, and she adjusted her bikini top with her generous bust, then hops in place a few times, letting her breasts bounce and jiggle, giving herself a sure nod. The chatterbox Deanna was very self-assured of her own sexuality--she was a catch and a half, an 11, and someone anyone would want to introduce to their parents. And by god, it was time to prove she wasn't just a knockout hottie, that she was also a sex machine calibrated to the max.

And then finally, feeling satisfied with how she looks, Deanna Duncan turns and looks to her tag partner, Cheyenne Black Rock, who is sitting on a chair, reading a book. "Chey, how do I look? Be honest," she says, taking the moment to shimmy her body and then grasp her own breasts, a big smile on her painted lips.

Cheyenne, who hasn't looked up once and continues reading her book, takes the moment to turn the page before replying. "Stunningly gorgeous, the imposing Native American tells her.

"Cheyenne, you always say that!" says the Diamond, very familiar with that response any time she asked it. But she gives a wide grin and says, "And you're always right. Check you later!" Deanna tells her with a wave, heading towards the ring. A simple grunt of acknowledgement came from Black Rock after.

Spoiler

When Deanna's music hit, Diamond Eyes by Shinedown, signaled by a rather driving guitar beat, Deanna Duncan was proudly on her way to the stage, striking a pose with a big smile on her face. The crowd cheered her on and Deanna walks down the ramp, hips shaking and taking the opportunity to take a quick photo op with some fans ringside before she looks up at her opponent. Aiko Hasegawa... a name that admittedly didn't mean much to her. But that body? That body meant a lot to her, biting her lip with obvious intrigue and want as she walks up the ring steps and gets in the ring.

She heads to the center of it and then unashamedly looks Aiko up and down before letting out a whistle. "Dang girl. I have to hand it to you," Duncan starts, crossing her arms under her chest. "You... have won the lottery, because look at me. I'm looking amazing tonight," Deanna says with a laugh before waving her hand. "But no, seriously. You're hot as hell and I am looking forward to us having some insane sex."

In a show of good sportsmanship, Deanna extends her hand with a big smile. If they were going to get intimate, they might as well be on good terms.