Rules: POW โ If Gabriel manages to defeat everything the host house throws at her, she gets to take someone as her prisoner for a week. If the house wins, they can take Gabriel instead for a full week.
Win by submission or pinfall or 10 count.
House of Heels
Walking through the luxurious doors of this grand mansion, Gabriel didn't seem to be surprised by the glamorous place but to be honest with the reader, underneath that glamorous, serene and indomitable expression of hers, she felt a little self-conscious. There was a good chunk of spectators settling in as best they could around this particular show and she had to take a couple of pictures with some of them to be accommodating before heading to her makeshift dressing room to get ready for the match. She enjoyed doing it, no regrets about catering a little to her fans who are so supportive of her and want to see her win this gauntlet too, but they must have enjoyed it more than she did because Gabriel will be a maverick and indifferent to everyone as soon as the bout starts, as a wrestler of her status and line-up should be so they don't get used to having her on good terms and, even though she publicly disavows her position, she loves to feel empowered to be that bipolar and get away with it.
But she wasn't inwardly self-conscious about the size of the place, or the spectacular match that awaited her as soon as she stepped into the perfectly accommodated ring at the front of that delightful pool, let alone feeling trapped by the pairs of eyes here, surrounding her. Nor did she feel that way about the fun bet. Only, perhaps, she didn't dress up for the special occasion.
She likes to let her opponents know how much she cares about them in a bodily way, and perhaps having her main attire prepared instead of having prepared some more sodomitic house-style attire was not the most reciprocal. Perhaps something more rebellious would have worked better, perhaps asking someone for tips about the house would have been a good idea to properly present herself? Anyway, it was too late to reduce herself to a ball of nerves - she had to do much better than this if she was going to respond properly to the house! And it wouldn't be long before she would let one of the supervisors know she was ready.
Gabriel's theme
Today she wanted to convey that feeling of clemency towards her very well. Maybe it's too much for others and a way to make herself hated, but she had plans to throw a very clear hint to the house of heels to throw the best they have in store for her in their rooms, and this was the best way to let them know what kind of monsterheel they bet on.
The blonde would take her walk down the makeshift ramp outlined by a carpet of contrasting colour as if she were walking a catwalk. Spinning on her feet to send her golden skirt and hair flying as she was about to reach the ring, looking on the spot at the side of the audience from up close and above their heads, surprising one with the sharp teeth that a beauty like her can have - so powerful she looks, so indomitable, so in control of everything and everyone in an instant, as if she always wants to set the pace - stealing a surprised expression from their faces.
The coloured carpet led to the middle of the ring apron. Where the blonde would decide to make a very precise turn, much more worthy of a supermodel than a professional wrestler, to head for the nearest ring stairs and climb with a synchronous, rhythmic step up the stairs. Moving one leg at a time into the ring. Finally, she would bend her back backwards to pass her torso through the ropes of ultimo and finish her presentation by climbing up to a corner, where she would take a hand behind her skirt to keep it from riding up too high now as she leaned towards them, everyone gathered here and waved at them, even giving a whimsical wink to someone.
She wouldn't wait in her corner for the first thing the house of heels would throw at her. The queen was going to wait with all her might in the centre of the ring in fact, ready to greet the first Mama Heel wrestler with the same degree of courtesy with which she was greeted.