Vs.
Match Rules
Tonight’s event is set for a No Holds Barred, Falls Count Anywhere match. Competitors will have no restrictions, so weapons, interference, low blows are on the able as well as facing no disqualification for being outside the ring. Competitors are allowed to secure victory outside the ring via way of pinfall, submission, or knockout.Beatrix began to stretch in the locker room, the drive over was anything but smooth as she managed to run over something in the road causing her bike to jump. Thankfully she managed to catch her balance and made it here but she was going to have to put some serious TLC on her bike to make sure there’s no damage. The Biker pulls up her black bottoms, as she sits on the bench to slide on her orange knee high socks. Her black boots were beside her as the left sock slipped on, just as she brings in her right to slip her right foot then calf into said sock. Bea would then step into her boots, zipping up the sides as she grabbed her jacket hanging in the locker before slipping into it. Her fingers run through her raven mane, catching the locks trapped under her jacket to spring them outward only to then zip up the front of her jacket.
It had been a few months now living in Japan. She had her shop all set up and a small list of clientele already in her doors. Things were really looking her way and maybe tonight would be no different. With her gloves snagged from her locker, Bea would slam the locker shut, whilst her fingers slipped into the openings of her gloves. She’d flex, stretching any locked fibers in her clothes as the material creased and folded with her shift in movement. Her fingers would interlock as she slowly moved her arms up and over her head, twisting her wrists in motion as she leans forward earning herself a very earnest pop in her back and a few cracks of her knuckles. She sighs with relief, heading towards the door for her metal debut!
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Her Theme
These were the sorts of matches she longed for, that type that made her get her hands dirty! Inside, she’s elated to have her way but externally, she has to remember to keep up her image as the Biker Queen! No excitement with malicious intent, them’s the rules! Getting closer, her blue pools notice something familiar. She smiles to herself, making note of it for later if she ever manages to get to it.
Reaching those steel steps, Bea would ascend, each of her steps resounding through the metal as she climbed to the apron, walking along its edge before she takes a step betwixt the second and first rope. The Biker Queen wastes no time as she slips the rest of her frame into the ring. Now in the ring, she’d slowly circle center stage before she stops in dead center. Her arms curl onward as she ducks her head now, as the main chorus kicks off, Bea explodes upright, her hands shooting up and out into devil horns as the Biker Queen sticks her tongue out to the crowd. They in turn roar in excitement, either eating up Bea’s show boating or the idea of two woman brutally beating the sense out of one another. Beatrix didn’t mind which ever they chose, she was here solely for the love of the game.
As her theme dies down, Bea steps closer to her side of the ring, her knees bending, as her hands settle over her knees, awaiting her foe for the evening.
