Monica Jackson vs Mizaki Tantka - ten count match

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The winner of this match up will be decided only through pinfall, and the pin must be hold consecutively for 10 seconds without either shoulder being removed from the mat, otherwise the pin will restart or cease entirely depending on the situation.

After fighting in an undeniably lewd match up in her previous scheduled attack Monica was more than happy to be in the comfort zone of a extended pin stipulation, sure it wasn't all that common to be in such a match, but it was much better than pretty much any which required she get touched in a non aggressive, sensual, and perverted way. Monica would be wearing her usual attire of red and black tights which unfortunately were no match for her shapely hips, making her outfit seem more skimpy than it actually was, the purple haired wrestler simply couldn't find clothes that fit both her height and...body type. Monica's top functioned way better, as even her bountiful chest that rivalled and could dwarf those of mid weights and maybe even compete with a few heavyweight pairs was successfully contained, and prevented from jiggling wildly other than the situations where it was simply unavoidable, like a leaping move from the top rope. Monica's get up would then be concluded with simple trainers, dark blue and black in colour, not even matching with her attire in colour all that well.

Monica In her attire

Monica would do her stretches backstage, keeping her war face on as she waited for the signal from the ref to burst through those curtains before the perverted crowd of LAW. Suddenly " Burning for you " By Blue Oyster Cult interrupted the natural buzz of the arena, and Monica forced her way through the curtains before heading on a direct path to the ring, and getting a surprisingly amount of vocal support from the fans. The crowd must have liked Monica's performances for two reasons, her submission and wrestling prowess that put other girls in compromising positions, and the fact that when things got intimate the crowd's eyes seemed to be glued on the rough looking woman who usually turned to putty. Monica wasn't too annoyed by that fact, after all she got payed regardless and she knew before joining LAW she was going to need to master the sensual end of things, it was just taking a little bit longer than expected.

Before long the Jackson family representative would climb onto the apron slowly before entering through the middle ropes, heading to her corner and waiting for her opponent. Monica honestly knew nothing about her foe for tonight, if there was one thing she wasn't fond of with LAW it was the vagueness in matches, which was likely done entirely to catch the most entertaining reactions from competitors when they realised they had been horribly mismatched, however Monica considered herself on par with mid weights so she didn't worry about that, and she considered the challenge of fighting a heavyweight an interesting prospect, although she'd be lying if she was to say she wasn't afraid of how powerless she could end up being against a much larger foe if she got the advantage and was as handsy as some competitors Monica had faced and saw in other matches.

Monica's music would die down as the crowd turned their attention towards the ramp, awaiting the arrival of the next woman, the crowd seemingly knowing who was coming out, which made the purple haired wrestler consider simply tuning into the show every week to find out who her opponent was, since for some reason her manager never let her know beforehand.

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Spoiler

With next to no delay, but a heavy dose of theatricality, Monica Jackson would soon find herself in the company of a bluennette model and then some. Her figure on show and then some, Mizaki's curves nigh filled the room; her breasts already jiggling heavily from the simple motion of pacing to the top of the ramp. Hands to her hips, she'd survey the ring and crowd as if it was to be her empire; a huge smile to her mug, as Otherwise's song began to pan out the landscape for her. Not intending to keep Monica oogling from a distance, already throwing around thoughts a plenty in her mind as to how she would demolish this beauty, every jiggle and jostle of Mizaki's curves would nigh shake the room as her body descended down the ramp. In no time at all, she'd find herself before the ring, albeit curiously, having brought her figure to a full stop.

Her eyes wide, neither latched to the ropes to climb through, nor to steps to ascend upon, she would but gaze purely at Monica through the trio of ropes. Coughing for a moment, trying to apparently get her attention, it would take a good few seconds for Mizaki to voice her thoughts, as a wide grin came to mind. All the while, those nearby practically drank in the sweet-smelling models appearance and scent, with the mere sight of the blue haired beauty up close enough to send a few into a daze.

"Well? You could at least open the ropes for me..." Mizaki purred, playing the part of flabbergasted, as she seemingly awaited Monica to sit upon the middle rope, to part both it and the top most one.

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Monica would watch as Mizaki approached the ring, the busty beauty making her way towards her pretty quickly, while the purple haired wrestler had been tormented in previous matches with similarly well endowed opponent's she wouldn't worry yet, after all she knew practically nothing about the bunny suit clad woman. Silently one half of the Jackson duo's eyes would follow the Mizaki as she approached her corner from the outside of the ring oddly enough, though the purple haired woman would simply turn her body slightly to meet eyes with her opponent and wouldn't make any movements towards her.

Before Monica could ask the weirdo what she wanted Mizaki would make it clear what she desired, it was an odd request, and one that would have got a " go fuck yourself " from the pre-LAW Monica. However the reformed wrestler hoped to maintain her less antisocial attitude she had developed lately in her wrestling career, and so would seemingly ponder the woman's request for a moment before then sitting upon the middle rope and lifting the top one. The purple haired wrestler blushing slightly from the image of the beauty bellow, but luckily she was far from the most perverted wrestler, and so it was fairly easy for her to shake the mix of envy and admiration from her mind pretty quickly.

" Sounds reasonable enough, only right to make a guest feel at home in my ring right? " Monica would fire back, being somewhat proud of her cheeky response, while not being outwardly mean and antagonistic was difficult, she had to admit that the more subtle competitive back and forth exchanges had some fun to them that she hadn't realised back when she just told everyone to either shut up, fuck off, go die, or sonething equivalent.

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Quip aside, Mizaki was more than pleased that her calm demand for Monica to make her entrance into the ring easier was met, as she found herself upon the apron, before an open set of ropes. Passing through, purposefully facing her rear to her opponent as she did so, she'd swing her curvy figure between the ropes at an ungodly slow speed, practically letting Monica gaze into each and every inch of her shapely, barely covered rear if she so wished. Whilst of course, giving those in the audience a view of her enormous cleavage!

"Ahh..thank you so much..." She'd smirk, seemingly having still put past the comment the girl made, as she now stood squarely before her. With that comment in mind, she'd brush back the strands of hair that had fallen over her shoulder, as that smile grew to cover her face.

"There's no need for hostility between us after all...I'll soon be making you scream in ways you didn't know you could regardless..."

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Admittedly Monica's eyes did lower to that bountiful bottom a few times, but she wasn't as perverted as some women in the LAW and mostly managed to keep her attention elsewhere. However as she saw the woman standing upright with all her glory the purple haired wrestler noticed that her foe had the height advantage, and more so worrying was the observation that Mizaki had well distributed weight and muscles all round, and both the thickness of her weight and enormous bust would likely make grappling with her both awkward and difficult.

Monica had to hold back her hostility as Mizaki made her suggestive statement, the smaller woman blushing slightly as she seemed to be slightly taken aback. " Don't perverts like you usually go for different match types? If you don't clear that stuff out of your head then you'll be the one screaming, and not in pleasure. " Monica responded, keeping her worries internal as she mad sure to come across as confident as possible.

Then Monica would stay silent and simply glare at Mizaki as she made her way to her corner at her own pace, before long the bell would ring and the reformed wrestler cautiously made her way to the corner of the ring. The purple haired wrestler circling around as she tried to keep distance from her opponent, not wanting to give the woman the chance to back up her words.

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With the match now underway, Mizaki's fun was to begin. In truth, she fully expected Monica to enjoy herself too, albeit perhaps not to the level the bluenette was going to. She was to be given free reign of her figure after all, something Mizaki considered a huge privilege.

"Hush now...before I make you..." The encounter officially having begun, Mizaki opted to simply step forward, to see how her foe would go about things. If she opted to rush Mizaki, she figured she had a means for it. As did she have a idea in mind for the smaller beauty slowly approaching.

Simply put, Mizaki figured this encounter was hers before it had even begun.

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Monica despite all her claims to not be an overly aggressive bitch with an attitude after her reformation was struggling to resist old habits, the distaste for what her opponent had uttered being clear in her glare even as she quickly covered her tracks by avoiding making eye contact for a moment until she calmed down, taking a deep breath as she did so.

" Oh? How would you do that? I don't like doing what a rival tells me, so you're going to need to make me. " Monica would respond, carefully treading a middle ground between polite and sassy, resisting the urge to tell Mizaki to take her loser ass back to the porn industry.

the reformed wrestler would token patience as she waited for the bell to ring, before it finally did and Monica immediately burst forward just to stop in the middle of the ring and offer a test of strength, which betrayed her intentions to take things slow and steady.

Monica didn't rush Mizaki, but she did notice that the taller woman seemed eager to give the reformed wrestler the first move, which honestly was somewhat worrying. The lightweight didn't fret though as she closed in on Mizaki somewhat cautiously, attempting to throw a palm strike forward into the other woman's chest just to lure her into action. Monica had plans, but to execute them she was going to need a tight grip on Mizaki's arm, and it would be incredibly foolish to open by trying to grab her opponent's arm.

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Mizaki in truth hadn't figured how she would dismantle this particular beauty before her. Given Monica's attitude, it wasn't as if Mizaki could simply pace forward, and embrace the girl head first in her bosom. Albeit, that would most certainly occur. Eventually.

Instead, Mizaki had to rely on what actual wrestling knowledge she had. For the moment matching the pace of her foe, stepping as she did, Mizaki's face adopted a serious scowl as the girl retorted, opting herself to keep quiet until she was in a position of power. A position she felt was coming, as it seemed Monica was coming in willingly for that smother after all!

"GHHH!" Teeth snapping shut as she found a little breath smashed from her, Mizaki's hands both came to her bountiful bust as her head came down, inspecting the damage with utmost contempt in her eyes. Contempt that soon turned to rage.

"You..little bitch!" She'd snarl, seemingly failing to understand Monica striking her was the very point of the battle, as she herself reached forward; foot soon extending, for a furious, mindless kick at Monica's thighs!