*Effortlessly maintaining control of the reins throughout the entirety of this pathetic excuse of a skirmish, Gail cast her gaze towards the elated audience and couldn't help but smirk- She had thoroughly extinguished any and all doubt of her unparalleled dominance between the ropes, firmly establishing this arena as her own turf, willing to trample anyone underfoot who was foolish enough to question her authority. Daichi, however, was putting forth a valiant enough effort in his own right, and before she finished him for good, she leaned in and whispered*
"I'll treat you to a surprise backstage once your nap is over~"
*As the darling cinnamon roll's eyes began to grow tremendously heavier with each passing second, his limbs starting to dangle and eventually go limp the officiator monitoring the brawl slid into the ring, doing a full examination of his lifeless husk. With a tentative energy, the referee reached forward and clasped Daichi's palm, elevating it up before watching it swing down like a pendulum.*
"ONE!" *She cried, doing it a subsequent time with the same result.*
"TWO!" *The audience lurched forward, expecting the slumbering Daichi to burst awake with a newfound vigor, but much to their dismay, it would ultimately yield the same result.*
"THREE!'
"Ding ding ding!" *The bell was signaled for, tolling for yet another victory for the malicious guitarist.*
"Heh, as expected!" *The malevolent maelstrom snarled while scooping her meat into her arms as her theme blared from the speakers.*
"I can't wait to devour you whole!" *She declared, navigating the both of them out of the squared circle. Once behind the opaque curtain, she meandered towards the vacant locker rooms, sliding Daichi's posterior against an adjacent bench.*
*She was on the brink of stripping her little captive naked, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the clock.*
"Damn it!" *The irked guitarist remarked, realizing she was late for an appointment, but not wanting to leave Daichi completely in the dark, she scanned the room for a writing instrument and something to scrawl a note across. Once she found what she was looking for, she scribbled some instructions on it and folded the flexible paper, sitting it against his protruding boner before pinching his face, trying to shock him into consciousness before disappearing from the room entirely.*
