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Winner is decided by making your opponent say 'I Quit.'
"Gods, has its been too long since I've had a match like this," Clair said aloud, redoing her hair and making sure it looked nice and proper. "What was it, three years now since my last 'I Quit?'" She looked over to Mikoto, who was just slipping her top back on. "And this little no name sounds like she's going to be the perfect victim for my debut, don't you think, Mikoto?" All Mikoto did was weakly grunt and shrug.
Clair loved the harder styled matches. They allowed her to inflict so much pain on her opponents, make them scream so loud that sent so many delicious shivers down her spine. None of the girls in her last indie league had wanted to step into the ring with her after a particularly harsh one that had a pathetic bitch sent to the hospital for a week or three. Mikoto was always good to take her hits, but nothing was like making a girl who thought she was all that screaming for mercy. The idea of this 'Shizuka' begging for her to stop, after not being part of such an incredible match type for so long, had gotten her a bit too excited. So she needed a quickie with her masochistic girlfriend.
With what seemed to be a loving smile, the sadistic blond walked over to her girlfriend and kissed her on the cheek. Come on, we've got a bitch to go make beg." The Canadian waved her hand for Mikoto to follow, which she would of course, and made it to the guerilla position just as her theme started.
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Clair
Mikoto
Not that she cared. The crowd was just there to bear witness to her matches, that was it. She'd do anything and everything she would in the ring the same as she'd do in private.
Clair would go into the ring as Mikoto walked along the outside, ready to lend aid when she needed. With a confident smirk, the Canadian would cross her arms and await her opponent, ready to see just what kind of bitch she'd be facing for her debut.