Vs.
Hentai Submission Match.
Standard Rules Apply.
Victory Via Verbal Submission Only.
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To say Eileen was disinterested in aiding out new faces amongst the roster, nay, any face at all, would have been a discredit to the word 'disinterested.' There was in no way a wrestler could warrant the interest of said Ms. Sommers unless they had something she desired.
Or so she thought.
As Eileen pulled up the sides of her gloves, finishing her attire for the evening, the redhead would grimace a moment as she recalled what she had read. The woman she'd soon be trying to nigh literally ragdoll was a woman comparable to Eileen to the point of insult. Had one thing in either Eileen's or Madeline's life been changed, one may have very well have become the other. But Eileen was not entering the ring tonight in effort to observe these comparisons for herself.
More, distance the idea that the two were of a similar nature.
No-one was like Eileen, as she'd say.
Emerging with her face completely devoid of smile this evening, the redhead did not withhold her pace as she quickly descended the ramps. Usually the redhead would take her time; hips swaggering as her eyes scanned through the audience, with even an occasional blown kiss coming from her lips, as if to add to her fanbase. Apparently, the idea of building fans tonight was next to no concern of Eileen's. Of course, each and every thick curve of the powerful beauty would jiggle nonetheless. She hardly had to put effort into her hips to sway them after all. Said curves would surely come into use tonight, given the shade as it were in which this colourful bout would be in. Despite possessing an ideal physique, gorgeous by nigh all standards, Eileen was rare to divulge into the world of hentai matches. Her matches by default were often anything but tame, but Eileen herself preferred teasing above actually getting her hands dirty in such respect. But given Madeline had laid down the rules of the bout, Eileen simply saw fit to beat her at her own selected game.
Finding her feet within the ropes, entering in a fashion that only left her curves to dangle for but a second, Eileen slumped in her corner, disinterest towards the crowd carrying over to the referee. Madeline could not make her entrance quick enough it seemed, as the moment Eileen's hands rested on the top rope, her left leg would begin to rapidly tap against the canvas. The sooner her opponent appeared, the sooner she could put her down, she figured.
