Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, Knockout, or Disqualification.
***
And on the subject of firsts, this was one for her. Sort of. Airi Higa wasn't new to the world of professional wrestling, but she was new to LAW. And with sex work being what she was best known for, and LAW being the den of horniness that it is, she figured that Hentai was going to be the order of the day when she was told about the new girl. But no, this was going to be a standard match. But she wasn't complaining; she needed to put the full scale of her abilities to the test. And after that first voyage against Daisuke Takeuchi -- an impromptu match-up that stole the show that night -- she wasn't too surprised that they were putting her up against somebody who had been reported to be possessed of a similar mentality.
Egotistical, viewing everybody around them as lesser. And as was the case with Daisuke, the word was that this was no act. But as she had with Daisuke, Alix would give her the benefit of the doubt. Confirm it for herself.
Alix took a deep breath as her was played. Her music, literally: A single She hadn't intended that "Freakin' Out" be a theme song from its inception, but after she'd made the decision to branch out to standard competition, she thought it stood a fair chance of catching on with the fans.
The opening left no room for the smoke show she usually puts on in her Hentai matches, so she came right out with that runway strut. One foot in front of the other, with more than what she'd come out with in her Hentai matches. An exaggerated, but no less eye catching swing to her hips, a hand propped up on her side with her arm swinging, stopping at the end of the ramp to take in the applause. Electric as always, raising the roof. She brought her hands up to her lips, then threw them out in a sweeping motion to either side, spreading the love back out as wide as she could before bringing them back in front of her chest to form a heart.
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Standing at five-foot-six and weighing in at one hundred and fifty-five pounds, fighting out of New York, New York, Aliiiiiix Jacques!"
She made her way down the ramp with more gradual steps, taking advantage of the camera's focus to indulge herself and vibe out to her song. "♩Ooh, forget about it. Don't write home about it. Just stop Freakin' Out, yeah...♩"
Singing. A little boogieing. Pageantry that the capacity audience welcomed.
"♩Woah...WOOOOOAAAH!♩" As shown with a chant as they followed along with the music, a la Cody Rhodes. With the from her and all. "♩I've gotta, gotta have it all! WOOOOOAAAH!♩" She bent forwards and windmilled her head, twirling her hair about, letting that be her body's way of singing about being driven up the wall. "♩WOOOOOOAAAAH! Tell me, do you see it now? And I can't stooop! I've got a lotta things to show!♩"
When she finally did make it to the ring, she'd forgo the booty shaking that would normally precede her slip through the ropes -- this song wasn't a good fit for it -- and skip straight to a descent onto split legs after using the middle rope to pull herself up and onto the apron. One of the camera would capture a long, loving shot of her plump, rounded derriere, clad in skimpy tights that hugged her like a second skin as she crawled underneath the ropes. Once she was clear, she got back onto her feet with style, pushing herself up into a handstand, then touching down on them after leaning her body forward.
Alix turned to the stage, waiting in the center of the ring for Ms. Golden Snake.



