A Queen's Challenge

[CaptainL]

With the LAW ring cleared for the next segment, it was anyone's guess what would happen next - as was all too often the case in the wrestling world. And when the big screen crackled and buzzed, every head turned toward it with a curious eye. A video began to play. Yuna Matou, it seemed, had something to say, and she had put together a promo video to speak her mind. And when she did, it would be in a way that was bound to leave an impression!

Yuna wasn't shy about her body, and she wasn't shy about showing off her flirtatious side. But few were expecting that when the video came on, they would be greeted by the sight of Yuna lounging naked in the bathtub at her modest Tokyo home, her legs crossed and her arm resting over the side, but her heaving breasts out to the world. Already, there were a few cheers and wolf-whistles at the sight of Yuna's magnificent body on full display. This being a prerecorded video, the brunette couldn't hear them - but she was sure it was going to garner a reaction anyway, if the smirk on her face was any indication!

"Why, hello,~" Yuna teased, flipping back her hair and winking into the camera. "Like what you see? Oh, yes, I'm sure you do. Believe me, I'm well aware of the following I have, and you have no idea how much it touches my heart to know that I can get yours beating. Ah, but I'm not here to talk about me today, if you'll believe it or not. There's someone else on my mind. And that someone...is one Fumiko Miura."

It hadn't been long ago that Yuna had taken on a fellow mature grappler in Fumiko Miura, in an oil match - which happened to be a particular specialty of Fumiko's. And although things started out friendly enough, it soon became quite apparent that both women had personalities and egos that were too big to share the room. Both wanted to dominate, and both refused to be dominated themselves. The match quickly grew heated, with the two trading blows and pulling hair as they struggled to prove themselves as the better woman. But in the end, it was Yuna who won. After such a heated match, many could only ask themselves if the tensions between the two were over. It appeared they were going to get their answer.

"After that match we had, I haven't forgotten about Fumiko. You didn't think I would, did you? I've been following her career. I've seen that things have been looking up for her. Really, I would like to congratulate her for her victory lately against Gracie Marilyn. If that doesn't sound familiar, it happened behind closed doors. But when you're a star like me, you have a way of finding things out..." She winked again with another chuckle. "Ah, forgive me for being just a little indulgent. But if Fumiko won that little dispute, I think it's a good sign for her future. She's getting somewhere, and she's getting better. Her fans have plenty of things to look forward to."

But then, Yuna leaned a little closer to the camera, giving the fans a closer look at her cleavage in the process. "But no matter what's next for her, I don't want anyone to forget the woman who beat her. Me. Yuna Matou. I haven't been in a lot of oil matches, and yet, I still happened to outdo Fumiko at her own game. In fact, Fumiko couldn't even beat Gracie the first time. Fumi, dear, I'm sorry, but beating an amateur past her prime, in my book, isn't much to brag about." She shook her head - and the crowd gasped at Yuna's provocative words!

"But I'll tell you one other thing about Fumiko Miura," Yuna said. "If there's one thing I can give her, it's this. When the two of us got on the mats, she really made me feel a rush. Ever since I took up apartment wrestling, I haven't really found much that could give me that same feeling of power, of dominance, that my first victory did...but Fumiko did bring me pretty close. When I faced her, I could feel it awaken some primal desire in me. To outcompete her, and to take her down. I'd say I proved pretty definitively who the real top dog was...but I imagine she might think things are different now."

"So, Fumiko, let me say this. If you really think you've gotten better, and that you have what it takes to beat me this time around...I'd be happy to see you put your money where your mouth is!" The crowd cheered at the promise of a rematch between the two dominant heavyweights - especially if they had this much tension between them going into it, things were bound to get exciting! "But so far, I've seen enough reason to believe that for a self-proclaimed oil wrestler, I've got one over you. Though I'd be happy to be proven wrong."

As though to illustrate her point, Yuna reached down to pick up a bottle of oil at the side of the tub. She squeezed it into her hand and began massaging it over her body, taking care to rub it into her breast, though a few drops trickled along her skin and onto the floor below. "In fact, I heard about the Onnamusha nickname. I like it. Suits you, I'd say - because I can't deny you're a lady with the heart of a warrior. But I think it's time that I had a nickname of my own, no? I've been talking to my daughter Shizuka about it, and at her suggestion...I'm thinking about calling myself the Slime Queen. I've taken part in a few hentai matches, and I've noticed I tend to make things a little...sticky. But I know you like getting wet and messy. And I think I've got one over you on that."

With that, Yuna let the bottle drop. "So, Fumiko...if you do think you can prove me wrong? I'm all ears. I can only hope that you're just as excited for it as I am..."

And with that, the video faded to black, and the lights came back up on the stands. It seemed like the fans had some big things to look forward to!