Rules: The match will last 20 minutes. For each pin, 10-count, and for any kind of submission, 1 point will be awarded. When time is up, the wrestler with the most points will be declared the winner.
Spoiler
Lying in her corner, filing her nails, her legs dangling over the ropes, and her back resting on the other side of the corner, Gabriel did everything she could to make herself comfortable. Free. With that feeling of control in the face of a gift: her opponent.
She herself was eager to finally meet her, to learn who she was, and how she should treat the beautiful girl who would face her in a match like this.
Her ear noticed her theme song fading. That made Gabriel Vinlee throw the nail file behind her, straight at one of the LAW officials' heads.
The time was approaching.
She stretched at the top, inflating her chest while sinking her abdomen, arching her back over the corner; she looked head-on at the audience, her hair hanging outside the ring, shiny and straight. The indomitable queen was like a spider, choosing which fly to charm into her web. Some made eye contact, but it was the last fan she winked at before untangling herself from the corner and standing on her feet. Her miniskirt fluttered with that jump.
She was nervous, which was why she wanted to take their breath away a little. She swallowed hard and rested her elbows on the rope, languid, as if she were cheeky. Her flat abdomen shone, charming from the best angles, all angles.
It wasn't a typical match, because tonight the queen would dress differently: her boots would be more or less the same, but her skirt would not, split with a cut in front and behind each hip, accompanied by ribbons wrapped around her thighs, her bustier open like a kind of leather corset, and the jacket that still hasn't been removed from her shoulders.
Nothing in that punk style was typical of her, only the skirt. The rest was a very striking change for her fans.
Spoiler
Anxious, her chest rose and fell faster. She accommodated her elbows on the ropes in her corner and lifted a heel, feigning calm in the face of the new storm.
The crowd already knew who this beautiful, indomitable rival would be, and of course, the fight looked like it would be difficult, which made them anxious. They wanted to see which of the two would be able to defeat and win.
That difficult challenge was just what a beast was looking for. Gabbie craved an opponent who was more than just a woman to subdue. The First Queen wanted to clash with someone more willing to win than Nova Steele, but who was equally or more problematic. She wanted a real wrestler's nightmare...
And perhaps that is why her eyes lit up when she realised who her dream opponent would be.
She bit her lip, euphoric about her. In love again.