Win by submission or count out
Takao Okimoto was returning to the main ring once again after partaking in an unusual yet satisfying bedroom bout, gaining another fan/student in the process. She had mixed thoughts about her upcoming bout for various reasons. The required attire being one. If you watched at least one of Takao's prior matches you would know she tends to wear skimpy attire, thus giving her the freedom to brush bodies specifically grind those abs against helpless opponents until they melted into goo.
Were the bookers trying to appeal towards a specific audience or did her opponent request this? Either way Takao was forced to do battle in one of her old leotards. Considering she was accustomed to having outfits becoming torn apart, perhaps this one piece may open up revealing the abs within, allowing her to enjoy a little rubbing provided her opponent's clothes suffer the same fate. Maybe that was the intended plan, but Takao could instead use this as an opportunity to show off a variety of skills.
She would be waiting backstage looking in a mirror to ensure everything was symmetrical. was in the right place. At the same time, she performed a few preparatory stretches and kicks to ensure that the Seaside veteran would fighting at full capacity and that the opposition would leave completely crushed.
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"(This feels tighter than I remember)" Thinking to herself as the one piece hugged those curves and straining her large round breasts, but overall didn't restrict any movement significantly. Most of her muscles were concentrated in the thighs anyway, so she will not come into this match without her gifts. It would be like a knight setting out to battle unarmed. Considering submissions were her craft, she didn't feel restricted by the 'no pinfall' restriction.
It was showtime and Takao would be first to take the stage. A few eyebrows were raised upon witnessing Miss Okimoto come out with a wardrobe change, but it was clear enough that same woman walked down the ramp with her usual entrance. A straight expression that didn't pay attention to passing comments. She had every intention to pace her walking like a general peering out to subordinates, minus the little swaying of hips. Now that she was in motion, it was evident that the dark leotard rode up to mostly expose her buttcheeks while chest was fairly sealed enough in comparison.
After rolling underneath the bottom rope, Takao strutted toward one of the corners and turned around to rest her back against the middle turnbuckle, peering out to the ramp once again curious about who will tangling with today.
