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Another day. Another bitch to make. Now...What shall

Ring Attire

Entrance Jacket and Shades

do with this one? The new girl. "The Morrigan", she calls herself.

had told him that she was a former model, but nothing special. Only had a few gigs -- a few that were big enough for her to pay attention to, anyway -- and then she faded away to irrelevancy, either working a nine-to-five or getting by on a few hundred dollars a month trying to grow her fanbase on OnlyFans.

Dolly himself didn't really care about who she was as much as what she could do in the ring. And The Morrigan didn't sound like much of a threat: Marcela hadn't found anything about her in the business prior to this. Must've passed some tryouts or something.

The two of them were in gorilla, waiting for their cure. When his

sounded, the arena would be lit up like a nightclub with purple and violet strobes. With Marcela at his side, he emerged from behind the curtain around seven seconds into the track, carrying himself with a confident feminine swagger. The audience was undecided on how it wanted to react to them: Half of them cheered, and the other half were booing. But everyone single one of them had an opinion and wanted to voice it, loudly.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is a Hentai Submission match! Introducing first: Standing at five feet and seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and thirty-pounds, accompanied by Marcela Kaneshiro Rocha and fighting out San Franciso, California...! 'The Bitchmaker', Dollyyyyy Bliiiiitz!"

Time for the audience interaction part of his entrance. Who's it gonna be toni-

Hello, busty brunette! She was busted in the face: Acne, a thick pair of glasses, braces...She wore a simple button-up and some jeans. He heard her call his name, but he was about to pass her by when she lifted that shirt up to reveal a great set of tits. Perfectly rounded and perky, nipples already pointed; she must've been planning to do this.

Marcela gave the woman a disgusted grimace, her focus primarily on that face. But Dolly? Couldn't resist a pair like that, especially when their owner was bouncing them like she was. He sauntered on over, eyes locked on his prizes. He'd lean over the barricade to give them both tender kisses, and the brunette took full advantage. Pulled him closer by the back of his head and motorboated him, burying his face deep within her cleavage. And he was more than happy to take that detour.

In fact, he'd do her one better.

Tap, tap, tap. Right on the arm.

"Not yet!"

Tap. Tap. Trust the process, lady.

She let up with a pout, but that frown would turn upside down when he took one of her nipples into his mouth, receiving the contact with a surprised, but pleased yelp as his tongue traced circles around it. Then flattened and flicked over it.

"Ohhhoh my God! Ooooh my God!"

He experimented. Suckled. Nibbled. Bit. Measuring her reactions all the while, then switching to the other breast to give it everything that made the greatest impact, with his hand taking over with the first. Can't let it get lonely. He'd be rewarded with moans that got loud fast. Ooh, somebody's sensitive!

Audrey Trovita sensitive. Before long, the brunette's body shook, overwhelmed by the powerful jolts of pleasure surging through her chest, on through the rest of her. And she howled, screaming his name as a mindblowing climax took her. Off her feet, bringing her down to her knees, knuckles white from hanging onto the barricade for dear life.

Another satisfied customer.

Dolly turned to the camera that had come up to capture it all with a proud grin. "I loooove my fans!"

Marcela just put on a smile and took his arm in hers, letting him lead the way to the ring. He could've found someone who wasn't hideous to do that to, but she wasn't about to make a fuss about it. Not right now, anyway.

After Marcela had stripped off his jacket and shades, Dolly made his way to the steps, climbed up, and entered the ring, earning a loud pop from both the women and the men in the audience as he took a slow bend through the ropes. Marcela moved to the side of the ring as he stepped over to a corner and climbed up to take a seat atop the turnbuckle, getting nice and comfy while he waited for his opponent to appear.

Muriel Lynch

Muriel Lynch, or as she was known at LAW, Morrigan, waited inside the locker room, which wasn’t doing anything good to her nerves. The woman was a little hesitant. After all, she only had some weeks of wrestling experience since she joined the division and started training with some of the best coaches, yes, but in the end she needed more time to adjust and let all the lessons sink in. Management thought otherwise it looked like, and Muriel was booked for her debut. To add insult to injury, her rival was an experienced one in sexual wrestling. Of course Morrigan’s manager forgot to mention that but the woman was a resourceful one and made a quick research on her rival and the results frightened her. The guy who called himself the Bitchmaker, as if it was some kind a bad joke, took pride in breaking wrestlers both physically and mentally in a ring. It was obvious that management was setting the Morrigan to be completely squashed and humiliated, but the purple-haired was resolved to show them other way.

In order to not present herself as a very enticing objective Muriel decided to gear herself in a simpler way, going for her set of leotard, sleeves and thighhighs adorned with ankle-high wrestling boots. She looked like a plain wrestler but maybe that way this wouldn’t draw her rival’s wrath. Upon being driven to the gorilla pose the Morrigan could gaze at the screens and like that witness her rival’s entrance. What she saw not only terrified her but disgusted her. Her rival strutted around with his manager as if they were some kind of pimp and her slut. He walked confidently and the moment he started making a number on a fan, surely a scripted event and something he did more than once, Morrigan felt like she could throw up. That was the rival she was going to deal with, and she could only hope for the best.

“And his opponent. Standing 5’10” and weighing 145lbs! Making her first appearance on the ring at LAW! This iiiiiiiiis Theeeeee Moooooooorriiigaaaaaaaaannnn!!!”

Entrance Theme

Muriel’s entrance theme started blasting, the lights became all purple and golden and the Morrigan made her appearance, walking down the ramp and towards the ring with dignity, with pace and flair more akin to a fashion show than a wrestling match but that was what she did better. She focused on her very next step each time to avoid overthinking and letting her nerves getting the worst of her. Once step, then another, then another…

Soon enough the Morrigan had arrived to the ringside and made it between the ropes. There she could have a proper look at her rival for the night, casually sitting on the turnbuckle giving an alook look. Muriel had to repress a shiver down her spine and soon it was all too real: she had to fight for her pride against that man. The referee called the two of them to the center of the ring to go over the rules a final time before the match started, but Morrigan found it hard to follow the explanation and just thought of all the possible scenarios for the night while trying to hide her face of disgust.

Okay. The outfit's pretty basic for a former model, but she looks good. Dolly could already hear Marcela say that "looks good" is the LAW standard. He learned quickly in the few weeks they've been partnered up that she likes to talk a lot. More than he does. It's actually kind of annoying, but she..."makes up for it."

She'd be right, but hey, he's ready to drown in this sea.

And on the subject of drinks of water...Dolly slid off the turnbuckle, bringing his arms up in his trademark "

", getting ready to circle his opponent as he normal does to take a closer look at what he's working with, maybe throw them off-center. But this time, he decided not to, stopping just within her range, right in front of her. A strategic choice that would grant him more time to react to any sudden movements.

And why did he forego his pre-action tradition?

"How about a few poses before we get started, darling?"