

Trampoline POW Match!
Bunny Attire Only.
Victory Via Submission Or KO.
Strikes Are Not Permitted.
Match Takes Place Within A Large Bordered Trampoline.
Loser Is To Be POW To The Winner For 12 Hours
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Adjusting her attire for a final time, briefly giving herself a rose-like aura with a quick spray of her nearest perfume bottle to hand, the immensely busty figure would wiggle the tight fighting corset a shade higher upon her chest as she descended to the entrance curtain, with the signal for her emergence already have been made by the stage hand. Her hair perhaps unwisely kept free-flowing, the thought of tying it up for such an odd encounter came and passed the busty figure, as those great navy locks covered her bare shoulders and upper back. A hair bobble, she figured, would simply come off during the ensuing bouncy chaos anyway.
Spoiler

Completely unfazed by the audience before her, despite the match being her first among likely many, Mizaki descended the ramp with a keen smile and a bounce to her step; the attire she wore already tested greatly, as those in the first few rows nearly came close to seeing those giant gods unveiled before things had even gotten rolling. Having set the hearts of many aflame with a few well placed winks and blown kisses, Mizaki would find her frame stopping of its own accord as hands came to hips, eyes now gawking at the odd structure before her. In place of a ring laid a trampoline; one the near exact dimensions of your standard wrestling ring, with steps on either corner to boot. Surrounding said trampoline laid something of a mesh; nigh twice as high as your standard wrestling ring ropes, the mesh would serve as the only protection for both competitors from falling out of the ring entirely mid bounce. The mesh was indeed durable to stop a figure falling towards it, as designed, but given its lightweight structure, it wouldn't do much if both figures where to for whatever reason barrel towards it!
Eyes falling a moment, catching her breath as the weight of the match before her set in, Mizaki considered what was at stake. Had she lost this match, she would forever be the known who debuted to an encounter where her assets were flying haplessly everywhere, in a bunny attire to boot, before being brought to submission and then rendered a POW. On the other hand, had she won, the sheer obscurity of the stipulation would somewhat suggest Mizaki was capable of anything!
That, and she'd have her own personal slave for the day.
Pacing round to the corner, a smile lightly forming, all that was left for the blue-haired beauty to do was enter the trampoline itself. Something she held back on, as her figure strode up those steel steps, waiting at the top with half her body already through the mesh. She didn't exactly want to be left there bouncing like a hapless idiot whilst her opponent made her entrance after all. There was no telling how long she would be in the first place!