Rules: The match is intended to be libertarian enough to suit the preferences of both protagonists. The use of multiple tools to subdue, control and humiliate the opponent will be allowed; but these tools must be items placed by management in the ring. Straps, dildos, or other sex items that can be found on the stage or under the ring will be fine, but atypical items or gadgets not authorised by management or brought in, particularly by one of the wrestlers will be grounds for a strike.
- The rope-break rule is in effect, but is overridden if a hentai move is applied on the ropes.
- If the wrestler gets 3 strikes, will be disqualified.
ViVi would not be self-conscious about the particular rule set to limit her, intentionally, or about having to engage in combat outside her home, country and bubble of comfort. On the contrary, the heartthrob queen felt regent:
All eyes were on one place, with her about to take the top spot and someone to be her throne for the day. Everything set up perfectly for her next achievement in her well-planned race within the law. Nothing should go south so soon!
ViVi's entrance
The queen wasn't wearing that many clothes on her, that much was obvious, she could feel the breaths caressing her pale skin as she reached the edge of the ring and climbed the ring stairs and she liked that. The feeling of control and belonging and dominance that having so many eyes on her and unable to give her a rose or contradict her brought. It was her favourite dish.
She would step onto the canvas one leg at a time over the rope; but the queen was too capricious to enter without putting on an extra show - she would just cross one leg over to the other side, riding the rope right now; would grab the rope with her hands, squeezing tightly as she bent forward at the waist to get closer to the rope; lifting her hips and letting everyone see the tight, sexy trunks under that tiny schoolgirl skirt, wiggling her hips in big circles on that poor lucky middle rope to the stunned and hypnotised gaze of those drooling over her.
It would take half a minute for that seductive spectacle, and she could have taken all the time she wanted from this point, but she had to get on with it. So, after she had left the crowd drooling, she deigned to turn on the foot she had inside the canvas to transport her whole body into the ring. Releasing them from her seductive spell. She would continue to shake like a little bell and then hop to the far corner to climb it and wave to a section of the crowd - leaning forward as if to lift the back edge of her skirt again. She would repeat the walkway with each corner of the ring, at the third, she would put one hand behind her to lower her skirt in sorrow; and at the fourth corner, she would use both hands to blow a fly kiss to that half, standing on the tips of her toes on top of the middle turnbuckle to slide her succubus affection all over that section.
Once she had finished dancing and thrilling the audience. She went to the floor and leaned back from her corner, sitting down in it and shrinking with a fingernail between her lips anxious to meet her rival at last. For Gael had done everything to prevent her from meeting them beforehand.