Rules: Victory by knockout via smother only
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Marzia peered through the curtains as she stood backstage, waiting for the announcer to call her up, and sighed. She was happy enough to get another match, after her string of less than stellar performances - but she didn't know why it had to be like this. The Italian girl looked down to see a ring covered with bedsheets and pillows, as she remembered the stipulations that had been decided. It would be a smother match, and it would only end by...well, smothering. Just the thought of it made her blush softly; while Marzia was certainly a well-endowed woman, it had always been a source of embarrassment to her. As if it wasn't bad enough that her opponents tended to target her own anxiety...now the people in charge of booking were too?As they had told her, though, this was supposed to be a handicap - the opponent Marzia was scheduled for was, generally, only good when it came to smothering. Marzia didn't know what to think about that either. Either that was just an excuse they were telling her so that she'd still think she had a chance and wouldn't get intimidated, or they thought so little of her they would put her up against someone who didn't even wrestle as good as she did, all luck aside. Maybe both. Nevertheless, she didn't have time to contemplate this - the match was afoot!
"Coming first to the ring, from Rome, Italy, weighing in at 5'2 and 140 pounds! MARZIA SERVELLI!"
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