Match Type: Hardcore "I Quit"
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The lights of the arena went dark, leaving the arena awash in an inky blackness. Murmurs and chit-chat from the audience coalesced into an indistinct rumble, one that was unobtrusive yet pervasive. Even though visibility was nil, gazes gravitated towards the stage area in anticipation of an entrance.
"AND NOW, STANDING AT 166 CENTIMETERS AND WEIGHING IN AT 59 KILOGRAMS—" The announcer's voice thundered through the arena, his words quieting the crowd. He paused, letting the words linger in the air for a moment. Suddenly, overhead spotlights flicked on, bathing the stage in purple light. "—INTRODUCING, KASUMI NISHIMIYAAAAA!"
Amidst the backdrop of her entrance theme, a black-haired, bespectacled beauty walked out onto the stage area, the purple light from overhead glinting off her eyewear. The stage lighting did little to illuminate the finer details, but her general form was visible. Several hoots and wolf whistles sprang out from the crowd, but she paid them no mind as she traversed the stage area. Her gait was confident and feminine, with her hips showing a slight sway with each step.
The lascivious cheers only grew more intense as she stepped onto the entrance ramp and into better lighting. Now in better illumination, her short, pleated plad skirt did little to hide her shapely legs and hips. And her tight shirt, which was unbuttoned at the top to show cleavage, accentuated her hourglass waist and large bust.
As she made her way down the entrance ramp, the woman—whose name was Kasumi Nishimiya—was keenly aware of the attention she was receiving. It was enough to bring a slight smile to her lips. To Kasumi, her looks were a both a tool and a weapon—a means to exert influence over others. And something within Kasumi loved seeing the effect she had on people.
Kasumi made her way up the ring steps and deftly slipped into the ring. She made her way to the corner with the same confidently sultry gait as before. But a small sense of trepidation surrounding the circumstances of the match lingered in her heart.
The LAW bookers were somewhat of a mystery to Kasumi. Sometimes, they practically let one choose an opponent—if Kasumi had her way, she would have been paired against some hapless young woman whom she knew she could beat and lewd. But this time around, the bookers put Kasumi into a match without her input, and they put her against a man, no less. And, with how little she knew about her opponent, she was practically going in blind.
Still, Kasumi was fairly confident in her fighting abilities. She knew she was not an elite fighter, but she believed that she was a match for most people in LAW. The match stipulations also afforded her additional opportunities as they allowed the use of dirty tactics, something which Kasumi was well-versed in. She realized such tricks were no silver bullet, but she was well-aware that they could potentially tip the scales in her favor in the right circumstances.
Any doubts that Kasumi had, however, were mere murmurs, drowned out by anticipation. Potential opponent aside, this match suited the bespectacled beauty's tastes well. Something about using her abilities and wit to torment and break her opponent until he quit resonated with Kasumi. It would be a power-trip, one that she would grab with her own hands.
This'll be fun, thought Kasumi with a smile as she looked towards the entrance ramp, waiting for her opponent to make his entrance.
