Vs. 
Aquarium Hentai Ironwoman match
Surrounding the ring is a barricade-deep pool in place of the usual ringside.
Also, the steel barricade is replaced with Plexiglass for a better view
Victory could be achieved by gaining the most number of falls through orgasms
Time limit of 30 minutes
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Her first hentai fiasco still plagued her mind - where her play had been dismal, to say the least. And now, it is of immense challenge and stakes bigger than before. Here, she'd mount for her redemption. Yearning fueled her zeal. Gone was the Ichika that's shy of flaunting her sensual body while she fights. Her clothing made no effort hiding this change of ideals as it did with her body. Small, black straps of cloth, looped and knotted around her back. That was it! Just barely enough to cover the treasured parts—the ones sought after. And nothing more!
Complete darkness veiled the arena; silence fed the collective anticipation of the crowd. Then, Ichika's music thumped; lights flickered along with its beat, offering fleeting reprieves from the dusk. Soon followed an explosion of lights and color! Blue and white, in tandem with the bass drop!
The audience's curiosity piqued to the diamond center of the arena. There sat the salient of this match—encompassing the ring like a sheathed jewel was a makeshift pool, brimming with crystal-clear water. Ringside took such a change in the form of plexiglass substituting the barricades. It separated the splash battlezones from the peering crowd. But transparent to allow no underwater tussle to go unnoticed. Deep underneath were floor lights, dazzling diamond blue, in theme for Ichika's entrance.
"This match is an Aquarium Ironwoman Hentai Match, scheduled for half an hour! Introducing to you first!! The Blue Flame!! Ichika Rei!!"
Soon the blue firework of a woman came bursting out of the curtains. With her arms held up high, Ichika drank the admiration of the crowd. Their cheers, whistles, confessions of love—all of it! She wore confidence as if it was an integral part of her outfit, hinted by her smirk and the sashay of her hips. She strode down the elevated rampway with glamour; chin tipped up. When her person graced the apron, she turned around. With her arms draped over the top rope, she'd show them her grin. Feet crossed, posture narrow, her gaze shifted on both sides, letting them know that confidence was all she brought. Then, she geared her legs to a flip! Her busty frame jiggled as soon as her foot tagged the canvas. Without not much antics left to show, she'd retreat to her corner, letting her music fizzle to a close.