Ace Up My Sleeve! - Anne Misaki "Blazing Phoenix" vs Alicia Lepo "White Rabbit"

[Monsy]

The Friday Opener

Before the match, both wrestlers will have hidden a an ace on their attire. To win, a wrestler must find and retrieve their rival's card, then score a pinfall or submission. Any fall gained before the card is retrieved makes for an automatic reset. Softcore moves are permitted, but hentai and nudity is not. The ring is situated in the middle of a casino floor with bunny-themed outfits.

Introduction

And now, with the show about to begin, a descending elevator shifts a pointer from a multitude of floors until the suited Hotelier manifests through the sliding cage door. She walks out, down a hall of ivory and wooden walls, a green carpet with gold voodou iconography. In her hand is a Cuban cigar, drawn from, then puffs.

“The first state-sanctioned gambling house that we know of was founded in Venice in the seventeenth century, but it would take the sum of two hundred and fifty more years to finally complete the vision. I’m talking about the playboy bunny of course. Now Japan has Chapter twenty-three, outlawing many forms of fate’s greatest gift. But I like to think I’ve… mastered the loophole.”

She reaches a door. Then the eye slot opens.

She puffs her Cigar, making the slot shut. Then the door opens, and Maze and Maisilyn go through. The camera moves back with her as she makes way towards a commentary desk, passing by those gaming on pachinko, slots and blackjack tables.

“Now that we’re all complicit, I urge you to stand up and make some noise. Because this is the finest opener to the Gambit that I can think of. Two competitors shall enter with aces hidden somewhere on their person. It’s their job to retrieve the card, then secure victory however they see fit. Pinfalls and submissions before the cards are removed count for nothing. But worry not, I’m sure you’ll be thoroughly entertained. So without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, viewers at home. I give you, Anne Misaki vs Alicia Lepo. Ace up my sleeve match.”

Now at the commentary desk to watch the action, Maze DINGS a triangle.

DINNNNNNG. DINNNNNNG. DINNNNNNNG.

And then they sit. A graphic spawns from the middle of Maze’s dinging triangle, then the shot cuts away to the action.

[DSX93]

Alicia was liking it here in LAW already. A bunny-themed match-up in the middle of a casino floor, with a smoke show of a redhead for an opponent? Complete with an extra stipulation that just about guaranteed that they'd be feeling all up on each other. They certainly knew how to roll the red carpet out for a girl. And they didn't waste any time writing her name down for the sexy stuff. They never do, especially when they've got a hot tamale like herself on their hands.

It's just fine by her as long as it isn't straight-up Hentai. They certainly tried to make it happen too, offering a nice bonus to her annual if she signed her name on that particular line. She'd be lying if she said that she didn't consider it. There were too many zeroes not to. She met them in the middle with one hell of a photoshoot, though. Even took a few topless pictures. But she still wouldn't get naked; she wanted to leave some things to the LAW Universe's imagination. She's followed a few other promotions that offer a mixture of Standard, Softcore, and Hentai matches, and noticed that this approach would get just as many eyes on a wrestler as there would be on a devoted Hentai wrestler. More, in some cases.

And her sexy ass is gonna be one of those cases. She knows she can do it. The LAW official who's currently watching her go here and there with her card as she works out where it'll end up going in the meager confines of a dangerously low-cut corset, a thong that her bunda had all but devoured, her choker, mask, or one of her long gloves or boots.

"Maybe I should have it right there in plain sight..." She'd stretch the waistband out, place the ace against her hip, and let it snap back into place. The cute, bespectacled blonde -- Miranda, she said the name was -- turned her head like she had to cough, but Alicia could see her biting her lip. And that's not even mentioning her reddening cheeks. "Get Annie nice and distracted with that while I go in and snatch her card. Risky, but fortune favors the bold."

Teasing women never gets old. It's fun to get the guys going too, but it feels like more of an accomplishment to have another woman under her spell. Miranda was pretty stacked herself, so bonus. "Hmm...I really am starved for choice here. Maybe this outfit wasn't such a good idea after all."

For this match? Maybe she could be wearing a little bit more. But her current choice had its own form of practicality, beyond the obvious.

"Oh, I think I've got just the place! Give me a hand here, would you?" Alicia would hold hers out as though she were ready to hold onto something or support Miranda's weight. A miming of what she wanted the lovely blonde to do. When she complied, she'd extend one of her shapely, well-toned legs, perch the foot into her waiting hands, and slide the boot off at just the right speed to have the other woman wondering whether or not the pace was deliberate. What it could mean if it was, and...No, that's just wishful thinking, Miranda would say to herself on the inside.

But that leg, though!

A small smirk would be all Miranda would have to see of Alicia's awareness of her ogling. Alright, back to the boot. She'd put it there. "Best choice a rabbit could make." She'd say. And the only real one she had. It had already been decided days ago, but again, teasing women is just too much fun.

"Exactly what I'm thinking. Ought to bring me some good luck tonight." Alicia raised her bared, bent, Michelangelo-crafted leg, and Miranda did her damnedest not to be so obvious while she held the boot back in place for her to put it through again. Of course, it wasn't enough to escape the luchadora's notice, but she wouldn't comment on it. "Thanks."

Miranda would first respond with a nod. "Yeah. Are you ready?"

"Hell yeah. Let's do this thing!"

"Right this way."

Alicia would be led through a series of hallways that weren't too dissimilar from that of a regular wrestling arena. Prettier and busier, almost like a continuation of the casino floor, but the equipment and rigmarole were all the same. She wouldn't mind seeing the dress code more often, though; everybody rocking a suit.

When they got there, Miranda would go ahead to let the announcer that Alicia was waiting at the gorilla on her side: There were two entranceways. One for her, one for Anne. Anne must've ready to go too, since she heard a voice speaking to the lively crowd outside, letting them know that it was showtime before starting on her introduction.

"Introducing first: Standing at five feet and four inches tall, and weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds, from Miami, Florida...! Aaaaliciaaaaa Leeepoooo!"

Cue the

The crowd didn't have a whole lot of energy for the newcomer at first. As far as they knew, Alicia Lepo was brand spanking new to wrestling. She and Lucielle Costa's being the same person was information that was known only to management. But when they got a good look at the luchadora from straight out of the Playboy mansion, the cheers picked up. How could they not?

She came out

(Imagine something like this, in tune with the music.)

to the 80's hit, capping off her groove with a spin, pointing a finger to the sky at its end, holding the pose for a few seconds before taking a one, two, three steps forward that turned into a happy-go-lucky skip down the aisle. That easygoing energy, the bouncing of her hair, and especially that of her chest area would win even more of them over. After a hop up onto the ring apron, she'd give them just a little bit more of what they wanted to see with a squat so she could bend between the middle and bottom ropes. A camera was right on that assignment, capturing a shot for the big screens that would have whistles and catcalls sounding off from all around the room. Alicia rose with another two smooth twirls towards the center of the ring that were followed with another raising of her forefinger to the sky, holding the pose until her leitmotif faded away.

That would be the moment some guy in the crowd would call out, "Marry me, Alicia!" He must've won big at the tables. Sorry, guy: She's not looking to get tied down unless you've got some rope on you. The proposal did put a smile on her face, though. It was the cherry on top of this whole thing: The White Rabbit has just gotten herself a following!

Now let's see about this Ms. Misaki.

[Galahad]

Anne Erhardt had learnt how to be patient and bid her time all along her lifetime. She grew up as a disciplined young woman so for her it wasn’t that hard to wait until her efforts bore fruit. Since becoming a wrestler she had been trying her best to leave an impression while having the time of her life in an attempt to get not only fun but some progress as a wrestler. So far she was quite content with her learning as both a standard and a lewd wrestler, and finally it looked like LAW management was starting to notice her. Anne had been booked for her first official event. It wasn’t one of those hyped PPV events that included some fight for the belt and such, but when her manager told Anne the details she couldn’t hide her excitement: she was going to get a free weekend at a great resort and casino while having a match with some amazing stipulations to it. How could she say no?

Fast forward until that fateful day and Anne was in front of the mirror admiring how that bunnysuit fit her like a glove, thinking about how she might have to get one of those as an attire now and then and suddenly getting a liking for bunny matches. She turned around while having an ace of spades in her hand, searching for a decent spot to hide it. That was that match’s special stipulation: one had to find and retrieve the ace from her rival’s attire before going for the final pin. Hentai wasn’t allowed but lots of frisk movements were expected since they had to search their rival for the hidden card. Cleavage was a pretty obvious hiding place and it would be so easy for her rival to get it. “Umm, I dunno...”, said Anne to herself while turning and looking her backside on the mirror in search for the best spot. From a corner nearby a LAW official supervised the scene to prevent foul play from happening, but she was having a hard time hiding what she was truly thinking about the scene in front of her as her heavy blushing hinted.

“Wait, maybe…?” Anne went with her hand below her suit and found the hem of her pantyhose, securing the card there before getting her clothes back on top of it. She looked at herself from every angle in search for anything that could give away the presence of the card, but there was no visual cue to it. Anyone firmly gripping her by the hips would surely notice the card hiding there, but at least no one could see it there. “Well, look’s like I’m ready.”, she said giving her butt a last shake to test the card placement while the referee supervising gave a sigh that looked almost grateful about the situation being over. “Right, follow me.”

The official accompanied Anne to her backstage area and then left her there. For some instants she caught the ending of her rival’s entrance, a rookie called Alicia Lepo that was a true eyecandy based on her photoshoots. Everything promised an exciting match for that night and Anne couldn’t be more eager to start frisking that cutie.

Finally, the announcer started Anne’s introduction. “And her oponent. Standing at five feet and eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and fifty-two pounds. From Buffalo, New Yoooooork! This iiiiis Aaaaaane Erhaaaardt!!!” Without any further ado Anne made her entrance and walked the casino floor towards the ring. She wouldn’t go directly though. Instead, she would make a stop at some of the slots machines to help some guy pull the lever, then stopping at one dice table to blow some good luck on one now lucky fan before starting her final approach to the ring. After making a show of her legs making it between the ropes, Anne would finish her entrance by shaking her bunny tail in a fun way before her entrance theme would die out and she would turn her attention towards the smoking hot Alicia. Damn, Anne was going to have fun that night. She approached the center of the ring and waited her rival to do the same. “Hey there Alicia, nice to meet you. Damn you look hot in that outfit. Can’t wait to have my hands all over you gorgeous.”, she said with a tone that implied not only invitation but a challenge.