Win via KO, submission, or pinfall
Loser Gets Fucked
Hentai is permitted for this match.
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The cigarette was a solitary ember in the dim light of the gorilla position. Some fans objected to her habit. The stupider among them worried about the example it set for children. Others saw in smoking a symbol of corruption, or at least something aesthetically dirty.
Severa, of course, would have smoked with fans or without the fans, but their disapproval enriched the experience. When nicotine flooded her blood, it dispelled mental fog, loosened tightness in her back, and made her imagine small-minded people enraged at their own impotence.
Devlin's cover of (All Along the) Watchtower announced Severa. The guitar-led ostinato started slow, and since she believed in patience and mystery, so did she. She stood in the beams of four spotlights, and the smoke curling from her cigarette was luminous white in the harshness of that light.
"At one hundred and nineteen pounds — SEVERA!"
All Along the Watchtower
Severa
She was now one of two people in the entire world who really mattered. The other waited behind her. When she reached the ring, Severa climbed the apron and paused, back to the ropes. She took a long drag. The ember at the end of her cigarette shone and gobbled its way towards her fingers, but her eyes were past the flame, down the ramp.
Rafael—a man born to poverty who elevated himself in a female-dominated sport for the sake of his family. So went the story. Tedious, if it was true. What kind of boring person has an ego so small they don't appear in their own motivational story? If it was true.
Severa pinched the cigarette out and disposed of it on the concrete—refuse for the janitorial staff—then slid under the ropes, and slinked to her corner. They would, she supposed, find out.
