Match Type: Humiliation Match
Rules: Victory by verbal submission only
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Danielle grinned wide, looking in the mirror as she fixed her hair to make sure everything was in perfect order. This was a match where she would truly shine. Yes, her skills at actually wrestling were...questionable at best, not that she would ever admit to that of course. She'd glossed through everything in her training, and the lessons didn't stick. And she didn't bother putting much effort into getting herself in shape, or building her strength. But this time? She was being given full reign to beat down and humiliate her opponent, and the match would only stop when the bitch was crying for mercy, when she would know that she stood no chance against the epitome of grace and style Dani was. She could just see the moment of truth coming, and she couldn't wait. It would be one step closer to having the entire LAW roster at their knees before her. And this was a match she actually stood a good chance of winning. Getting ahead in the fashion world, Danielle had seen great success being as ruthless and cutthroat as possible in cutting down all her rivals, using blackmail and bribery to make sure they knew their place. This time, she could do that again. Only this time, she was getting paid to do it, and she wouldn't have to worry about any legal repercussions,
and she'd be doing it all in front of a captive audience! It was only the best she could ask for.
"And coming first to the ring, from Cannes, France...DANIELLE DEGARDIN!
She emerged onto the entrance ramp as her name was called, standing as tall as her admittedly somewhat short stature could allow as she planted one hand on her hip and threaded the fingers on the other through her hair, striking a pose just as naturally as she would on the catwalk. Her expression soured as the fans inevitably booed her - it seemed that no matter how hard she tried to establish herself in this ring, she still couldn't get these boors to know true beauty when they saw it! Turning up her nose with a huff, the Frenchwoman stormed off towards the ring. She would be sure to have some words for them, she thought, as she kicked off her shoes and slid in, taking her place as she turned to face the crowd.
"All of you. You're nothing but a bunch of slack-jawed inbred simpletons!" she said, the boos already starting around her - which only made her angrier, as she narrowed her eyes to them.
"I'm a professional model, and an exquisite one at that, if I dare say so myself! Is there anyone here in the audience that can boast of that? No? I didn't think so. I've got more class in my little finger than all of you unwashed, sweaty, overweight lowlifes have between every single one of you combined! And I'm going to prove it! Once this other girl gets here...Jennifer, or whatever her name was, it doesn't matter! I'll put her in her place, and I'll make sure she fears my name! Then, perhaps, you'll see who's worthy of your respect?" Leaning in with her hands on her hips, Daanielle looked towards the entrance for when her promised opponent would show up. There was no sign of her, though. And that made Dani even happier, as her grin grew wider.
"Oh, what's that? I don't hear anything from in there...perhaps this tarted-up little tramp already knows she doesn't stand a chance?"