Match Type: Hentai
Victory Conditions: Driving the opponent to climax.
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Alix Jacques would finally appear from behind the smoke when the music picked up, one foot crossed in front of the other with each step like she was a model on a runway, every step creating some alluring jiggling and wiggling of the curves of her barely covered body. Heart-shaped pasties, a velvet choker that held a heart of ruby, and all lace for the rest: Fingerless gloves that extended a little past her elbows, a skimpy thong, and thigh-high yoga socks were all the gothic vixen had on.
General Appearance
Her "Outfit"
Not a perfect representation, but it's along these lines.
"L-laid in-" Oops, Freudian Slip! "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one orgasm! Introducing first, standing at five-foot-six and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-eight pounds, fighting out of New York, New York, Aliiiiiix Jacques!"
Upon reaching the ring, she grabbed onto the middle rope and stopped. Years of posing and performing for cameras has given her a sixth sense of sorts for them, and feeling one closing in on her from behind, she took the opportunity to provide the viewers at home a delectable treat for the eyes in the form of her luscious ass -- glorious cheeks hanging out in plain sight for the whole world to see -- being thrown in a circle. After a nice, loving shot of it had been taken, she half pulled, half leaped onto the apron, landing on it with split legs and earning another tremendous pop that followed the whoops and whistles in the process. She slid underneath the bottom rope and crawled over to a corner, where she would sit rather than kneel as she waited for her opponent to make his entrance. At a side angle, with a hand propping her up. Legs to the side, one overlapping the other with both bent back at the knees, showing off her curves nicely. After sweeping her curls behind her shoulders, her other hand sat atop her hip. A perfectly executed pose, just as expected of a former model.
Although it appeared to be business as usual for the gothic beauty, Alix was a little nervous about tonight. No, scratch that, it was more than a little. Every other match she's competed in thus far was a softer affair: Sex and grappling only, with harder slams -- the powerbombs and piledrivers -- being off the table, as she was accustomed to. That wouldn't be the case tonight. Punches, dropkicks, the aforementioned powerbombs and piledrivers...It would all be as legal as a kiss in this matchup.
She knew how to take some hits and bumps -- Reine had gone to great pains, mainly hers, to make sure she did -- but she just didn't like that kind of violence, regardless of whether she was subjecting others to it or being subjected to it herself.
It was the main thing that inspired her choice of attire. Or the lack of it, rather. The kind of contest she wanted was abundantly clear, and hopefully, her opponent will be one who's willing to go along with that.
Oh, please be.