Match ends via Pinfall, Submission, KO, or Count Out
Hentai Allowed
Oh this was going to be awkard.
This was going to be so. fucking. awkward.
Young Rail, currently walking down the Law arena's hallway and heading for the locker room, had only had a few matches so far here in Law, and it seemed that the people in charge of the league seemed interested in pitting him against people who had some kind of influence on the young Ace of some kind. First there was a battle with the Cobalt Swan, the veteran wrestler he had idolized when growing up watching wrestling and had partially been inspired by when creating his persona Gold Ace, and now it was...Yuna Matou.
As in...apartment wrestler Yuna Matou.
As in...the absolutely stunning, breathtaking, beautiful older woman who had been the star of many apartment wrestling videos, videos that Ace, in his youth, had spent many hours watching in the dark of the night...quietly pleasuring himself under the covers as his headphones were jammed into his ears to prevent his parents or sister from hearing what he was watching, while he watched Yuna flirt and smother guys and gals unconscious on a futon, or a couch, or a bed, and pin them for the win in her videos. Seeing as he hadn't seen a hentai match yet, it was his first time connecting wrestling to eroticism.
...and now he was going to fight her in the ring...and hentai was allowed.
Awkward.
Rail shook his head. He had to stop thinking like that! This was just another opponent. He'd be fine. Gold Ace could handle this. He handled Yvette, and that was a hentai match too, Ace could handle this.
Knowing his time was limited, as their match was scheduled soon, he came into the locker room, and sat in front of his locker, starting his process. He slipped on his headphones, letting the ambience of the meditation music fill his head, lighting the incense sticks that sent the scent of vanilla across the locker room, no doubt to someone's chagrin. He gelled his hair, changed into his black and gold leotard and matching gloves and shoes, then crossed his legs as he sat, breathed the incense, and began his mantra, feeling himself slip away...and feeling The Ace enter his headspace, Gold Ace opening his golden eyes and giving a cocky smirk as he got to this feet and cleaned up his mess, eager and ready to get into the ring.
He had a match to win.
His theme began to play over the PA system, and Gold Ace came running out moments later, slapping hands of those few in the front row while the crowd gave him a mixed response. Gold Ace was still new on the roster, and only had a couple victories to his name so far, with a couple losses to even those out, so it made sense, in a way, that the crowd wasn't totally on his side just, still making up their minds on the young teenager as he slid under the ropes and posed, holding his arms out high above him, his fingers making an A-Shape to represent Ace, then retreated to his corner, pacing back and forth as he awaited his opponent...his very...very beautiful...opponent.