Aika Sakata vs. Spectre

[Dubski]

"Steel" Aika Sakata vs. Spectre
Match Type: Standard Match
Rules: The winner must pin, submit, or knock out her opponent out to win.

Aika Sakata heaved a big sigh backstage as she prepared for her opportunity to get a win. She dwarfed her opponent this time, at least, which gave her faith. While she paced, Capri Clarke, her partner, paced alongside her, talking about anything but her match and even asking her to take a picture of her once too. Eventually, Capri would pause and say, "Baaaaabe, relax. You're worried for nothing! You're so much bigger and stronger than this chick! You have nothing to worry about!"

"But she has to be better than me at this," said Aika with a whine. "How many times have we had the advantage and still lost?"

Capri shrugged. "I dunno. But I think you need to be positive, kick her butt, and get excited for a victory selfie later because this is your night, Aika! I'm rooting for you, and I know this is the day that you win!" spoke Clarke with a big smile on her face. "All you have to do is be confident!"

Sakata's shoulders slumped as she sighed. "...But I'm not confident..."

"Which is why you can start now! You throw that girl across the ring once like the giant muscley goddess you are and you win this easy!" said Capri cheerfully as she clapped her hands. "Now go on and get out there! Your music is starting!" And with that, Clarke gave her partner a slap on the ass.

With a yelp, Aika jumped and covered her sculpted, hard bottom and then pouted one last time before heading to the ring. Knock Me Out by Street Drum Corps started to play in the arena as Aika Sakata shyly walked out into the ring in her small black top and orange shorts with her black thong sticking out. Her outfit screamed confidence as it showed off her muscles and her chiseled abs, but her demeanor was giving off the opposite. She shielded her eyes briefly as the lights flashed all around her before slowly walking down to the ring, waving at the crowd. Everyone was watching her and she was not handling it well. With a squeak of fear, she would make her way down the ramp. She was ready for her next match, and she didn't feel much more prepared for it than before.

Before she went up the steps, she looked down at them and gulped before walking up to the apron. Sakata went to go under the ropes, but she felt it was too uncomfortable, and then tried to step over the top ropes, letting out a soft, frustrated groan. Once more under the bottom... but that still didn't feel right. She was too tall. So finally, she pushed down on the top rope and the stepped one foot over it, then the other. She would then stumble as she tried to clear it with the second foot, staggering forward before balancing herself.

The Japanese girl would then look around at the crowd again, waving bashfully once more and trying to get herself together for the upcoming match up. There was some truth to what Capri had said: the advantage was all Aika's, and all she needed to do was use her size to her advantage. Toss around a little rookie enough until she got a win. It was Steel's match to lose, she thought, and maybe this would be the day it all turned around for her, as she waited for Spectre to enter the ring.

Spoiler

[Monsy]

Match Seven. Business as usual.
Spectre had found a bit of growth in the recent while, with new challengers and a few notable opponents to her name. Her name felt like it was beginning to treat. But she was yet to break out into second gear for her matches. Which was ideal. Momentum can continue soaring without rest periods, and tonight was yet another stride: Aika Sakata.

The intel phase was an easy time. No deep wrestling background, but instead, weight lifting. Most notably, she found article after article covering a PED incident that otherwise destroyed our poor victim’s reputation within that circle. She didn’t find anything else of note. Big. Muscly. Experience being a wild card factor, as she could’ve trained before making the switch.

Best to hit first and hit hard. Then extract her fun. Hm~Hm~

Three… Two… One…

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A ring-echoing choir beat hit the arena. The Chrome Skull hit the titantron, with its spinning purple nuclear eye and respirator mask. It glitched around on the screen, spawned multiple and occasionally went black before it flicked on again. Spotlights went high with a pointing crowd that marked the descending cyberninja. She hung on by her hand on a hook and metal cable. Clad in a purple chequered skirt, a detailed top for her chest, and translucent latex, skin-tight that cut over her chest, between her legs and around the back. Her boots were knee high, black and purple laces. She wore sleeves. One fishnet, the other solid black. Both were fingerless and went over her palms. Her mask covered her sensitive ears and she had snake-slit purple eyes locking on the ring itself.

When she was six feet above the ring, she let go and fell suddenly. She landed on the top turnbuckle pad, ankles together, toes out, knees squatted and a hand between her legs on the pad. A flickering spotlight was behind her, making a shadow on the ring itself as she stood. Then she hopped into the ring, rolled and was on her feet once again.

She took one look at her opponent. The stomach region in particular, then the eyes. No notable expressions and most certainly no words. She turned around sharply and took her corner, pacing between the adjacent ropes with sharp turns and continuing to stare across the ring.

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