Major Malfunction! Bianca Valentine vs Millie Walker!

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*Shaking off the ponderous weight that her nerves cursed her hefty body with, especially on nights with capacity crowds such as this, the queen found herself more giddy than intimidated. She hadn't heard much pertaining to her impending opponent, but what whispers had reached her ears caught Bianca's full attention: She was brash, no-nonsense and had the skill in the ring to back up her attitude. It was a stark contrast to her natural gregariousness, but she wasn't about to let that put her off if it meant she was assured a memorable fight.* "Doing it for the fans! They're the real reason why we're here!" *She muttered to herself, lightly slapping her facial cheeks with the palms of her hands before striding towards the black curtain.*

*Out of the corner of her eye however, it seemed as though Mille was patiently waiting for her titantron to play.* "What a perfect opportunity to go and introduce myself to my opponent!" *Bianca squealed with glee. Given her massive weight, she knew she'd need to adjust if she wanted to accomplish her mission of successfully sneak attacking Millie with an encompassing hug. Crouching down, she quietly tiptoed up behind the ravishing woman, suddenly ensnaring her in a turtleneck-sweater tight embrace from behind.* "Hi! I'm Bianca Valentine! It's SUCH a pleasure to meet you!" *Her emphatically boisterous voice echoed throughout the entire backstage, traveling down the hallways and even managing to scatter a few pigeons in the parking lot.*

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Millie stood, waiting for her theme music to start playing. Her blank eyes stared off into the distance, thinking about what her manager had said before this match.

"Remember, try to be a little sexier out there~"

Just remembering the words got Millie to shudder. Millie hated that blonde bitch. Millie hated her stupid smile, that stupid way that she purred with every other sentence, and just hearing the woman talk about hentai this and oil that made the Briton's skin crawl. It was enough that she wanted a drink. In fact, with her trusty flask stashed away in her jacket, she thought she would endulge just this once. Sliding it out and screwing the top off with ease, Millie took a swig of the wonderful "forget all your problems" juice inside. Then another. Then a third one, just for safety.

Sliding it back, she didn't realize until it was too late that there had been someone else around. Not an easy someone else to miss. A someone else that had her currently trapped in a hug from behind.

"Gahk!" Millie coughed in surprise, trying to twist to face whoever it was that had just grabbed her, heart pounding as her eyes suddenly and immediately focused, swivelling about as she tried to get a good look at whoever this someone else was. Her panic faded after a moment as she actually listened to what the woman had to say, but she remained off her game.

"...Millie Walker?" She more asked than said, standing awkwardly in Bianca's arms. "C-chuffed." She added, uncertainly. Was this her opponent? What the hall was going on here?

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"I can't wait to go up against you tonight! I'm just trembling with excitement, aren't you?!" *Her unbridled giddiness continued to send wave after inexorable wave of excitement pulsing through Bianca's mammoth frame. She kept the befuddled woman within her beefy arms for just a moment longer, silently cherishing the tactile closeness before finally relinquishing Millie, firmly exhaling in an attempt to disperse her anxiety.*

"So, how long have you been wrestling?" *She asked a rather casual question, feeling herself gradually returning to a reasonably distinguishable "Normal", her body not as brazenly quivering with anticipation as she interlaced her fingers together.* "I've been doing so for most of my natural life, but law is relatively new for me here. I can't wait to make so many friends here, and I hope that includes you!" *Breaking her finger bridge, Bianca playfully dotted her left hand's index finger against the tip of Millie's nose, subsequently giggling to augment her giddiness just a tad.*

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Millie was still frozen in place, totally lost in whatever this was that was going on. She could almost feel the waves of excitement slamming into her. The Briton almost felt as though she would be swept away as wave after wave collided with her, as though she would be dragged through the stadium down into the ring below.

"I... Sure." Millie replied to the first question, not having it in her to say no, but also apparently being made out of pure energy like her opponent. Awkwardly, she wiggled her arms a bit, trying to reach back and hug Bianca, or at least do something of an approximation of a hug. "Yer.. quite t'excitable lass, a'int'cha?" She asked, pausing as she realized her native accent slipped out a bit.

Then she was released and was free to actually turn and meet the other woman.

Clearing her throat, Millie's body eased as she could feel less quivering from the woman that had just released her. "Oh... few years." She said, trying to re-establish her adopted accent and put the persona she usually wore up once more. She blinked as a finger booped her in the nose, standing there frozen for a second as though she was trying to comprehend what exactly was going on.

This was going to be a very interesting match, she could already tell.

"I'm sure we can be friends. Don't take anything out there personally?" She offered, finding a more comfortable spot for herself and holding her hand out to shake.

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"Oh, of course I won't! Just don't get too irked with me after I beat ya today!" *Bianca chuckled to herself, reciprocating Millie's handshake and clasping down on her wrist before vigorously shaking it.* "Oh, and you have got to come out to dinner with me after our fight tonight; I just found this sushi restaurant that's not too far from here, and I wouldn't dare go to it all by my lonesome."

*Before the befuddled brit had the opportunity to respond however, Bianca's theme music began pumping throughout the auditorium to the crowds delight.* "Well, that's for me!" *She gave Millie one, final jubilant wave of her hand before skipping through the curtain and basking in the radiant glow of the fan's cheers and applause. Bianca made it her mission to hug, high five and pose for any selfie offered by those near the precipice of the front row, and after what seemed like an eternity, Bianca finally made her way into the squared circle.*

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A smile flickered its way across Millie's face in response to Bianca's comment. Though it would fade a moment to a humorously surprised look as the other woman shook her hand vigorously. Still, Millie was going to fight to keep her composure, and nodded in response to Bianca's next comment.

"Sounds-" She began, only to be cut off by Bianca's theme music as the woman gave one final jubilant wave and skipped off down the ramp, leaving the Briton standing there in a state of silenced awe.

What an odd woman.

The thought floated through her head as she shook out her hand, but she soon pushed it out of the way. She was going out there soon, and she had an image to maintain... even if it might be hard to do so with Bianca as her opponent. Taking in deep breaths, she managed to re-establish the blank look on her face that she had become known for, and soon started limbering herself up with a number of stretches.

Finally, it was time to head out.

Millie's Theme

In direct opposition to Bianca's entrance, Millie's was very spartan. As the tune picked up, the former pilot marched down the ramp, pushing any cheers or jeers out of her mind as she continued, climbing up into the ring and proceeding to a corner. There, she leapt up onto the turnbuckle and snapped off a well practiced salute, then dropped back down and turned to face Bianca, that distant, blank look back in her eyes. Though, to be honest, she felt like it might be hard to keep it there with this woman as her opponent.

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"Mmmh...She seems like such a nice person." *Bianca uttered to herself, still quivering with silent anticipation while watching Millie salute towards the thousands of fans in attendance tonight. She seemed to rigid during her pose, however, the kingston queen could detect a vestige of allure within her movements that was well hidden underneath that external layer of bravado and firmness, one which she intended to expose for better or for worse. Bianca nonchalantly ambled towards the center of the squared circle, stretching her right arm across her body before releasing a faint yawn.*

"Ggrrawwwwwh! I'm starting to get a little sleepy over here. Would you do me the honors of waking me up, little miss run of the Mille?" *She attempted to throw a bit of lighthearted banter her way, curious to see how her new, ambivalent relationship would be tested through the power of verbal jousting. Squatting down into a traditional, sumo stance Bianca shot Millie a playful gaze as each, individual boot pressed into the ring, the fans beginning to chant* "Get it on! Get it on! Get it on!"

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Millie felt the first crack in her armour the moment that Bianca threw that little quip her way.

Turning to face the other woman, the Briton tilted her head curiously as she observed her opponent, blank eyes seeming to stare through the heavier woman. The Briton watched and listened as the crowd broke into a chant. Her mind raced as she planned her opening move. Just from the difference in weights and the stance Bianca was taking, Millie figured facing the woman in a straight up fight wasn't going to work here. She could already imagine the bearhug that would get her trapped in. Not fun. Well, not for her, at least.

Then she noticed the gaze Bianca was shooting at her, as if expecting some kind of playful banter back. To be honest, she was tempted to ignore it like she would from most other wrestlers, but... Bianca had been exceptionally friendly so far. It seemed rude to treat this like any other match.

So Millie cracked a tiny smile, just a small curve at the corner of the lips, and focused her gaze to look at Bianca, not through her. "Oh, I'll wake you up. Don't worry." She replied as she slowly started to step to the side, circling around her opponent.

*DING DING DING*

And then it was on. Millie suddenly went from circling around Bianca to charging her head on, taking off in a dead sprint. As she grew close she would leap into the air, twisting in the air and throwing her feet straight at the heavier woman's chest in an attempted kick!

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"O..oh!" *While incredibly gregarious even at her worst of times, Bianca marveled at how her tiny piece of verbal jousting was reciprocated by the otherwise stoic and determined Millie. She gently giggled to herself, unable to successfully stifle it through a tremendously large beam stretching from ear to ear.* "I'm going to send you to dreamland in a heartbeat!" *Her elation was felt throughout the crowded stadium, only providing her with yet another reason to give their impending scuffle everything she had and then some.*

*The ubiquitous ringing of the bell prompted Bianca to bullrush like a frenzied rhino, and much to her shock and awe, it appeared as though sylphlike woman had a similar plan of attack. Without a moment's hesitation, the jamaican juggernaut threw her mammoth frame into the nimble Millie, but as fate would have it, a burning sensation in her chest brought about by the aloof brit sent Bianca staggering backwards.* "Ggnnh! Damn, wasn't expecting that one." *She huffed in a bout of slight frustration, attempting to shake off the lingering sting that resonated against her breasts before vaulting forward and aiming a flying clothesline towards her throat.*

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Millie tilted her head again at the response she got from Bianca, face resuming to her rather stoic expression. While a moment of playfulness wasn't going to be a serious blow to her reputation, the Briton did have to temper it with her usual attitude. "Show me what you can do, then." She replied, gaze seeming to stare through Bianca again.

Then they both rushed forwards. Millie was faster, leapt up, and slammed her boots into Bianca's chest.

Hitting the ground with a thud, Millie immediately rolled and leapt up to her feet once more. She had been hoping to stagger Bianca more than what she'd actually managed. The comment was her first warning, but it wasn't enough as she found herself facing a flying clothesline the second she got to her feet.

"Ghrk!" Millie coughed, finding herself knocked off her feet, slamming down into the mat. Not wanting to stay on the ground for long, she scrambled up onto her knees, trying to stand again and face off against her opponent.