Victory Conditions: Either scoring three points via orgasm or rendering the opponent unconscious through sexual means. If a competitor is made to orgasm, their last point scored is rendered null.
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Nearly three weeks had passed since the man known as Black Severin had taken Keira on a whirlwind tour of Milwaukee. Three weeks already... and before that, they'd only known each other for less than a week longer. Keira felt like she was in some kind of time paradox when she thought about it; that time seemed to fly by, but at the same time, it was almost hard to believe they'd only been dating for less than a month. They'd taken to each other like magnets, and it had uprooted Keira's entire outlook. She'd never considered that she might meet the man of her dreams in the ring (or, well... during a match), and now it was difficult to imagine not having him around. She'd grown so close to him so quickly, and she felt like she'd known him for years by now.
Their visit to his hometown had played a large role, early on in their meeting. The pair had only known each other for mere days at that point, when Keira made the insane decision to take a road trip with this stranger. But he hadn't felt like a stranger by the end of their first meeting, and by the end of that trip, Keira had felt vindicated. There was no doubt in her mind she'd made the right decision, no matter what anyone else would have told her at the time.
And that trip... that little vacation had been something else! She saw some sights, specifically one that Terrell happily gushed over from his childhood. She saw where he lived. She'd gone to his match and cheered him on from the crowd. She'd gotten butterflies when he raised his arms, flashing their silly special signal just before pulling off the move that won him the match. (She'd had to resist the urge to jump up and shout 'that was for me!' because literally no one would know what she was talking about, but it didn't matter. She'd seen it.)
And she'd set up tonight's main event.
Neither Keira nor Severin knew what to make of the hot goth woman they'd unintentionally caught the eye of at the karaoke bar that night. But they got to talking and eventually hit it off upon discovering she was a rookie looking to get her start in the business. Keira could hardly say no to that. While she wasn't following in Sophie's footsteps exactly, she still had a soft spot for wanting to help up-and-coming new talent, and Daeva, as she called herself, had sounded sincere. More than that, she had a certain... persuasive vibe about her.
She was... well, the woman's entire getup checked all of Keira's boxes. She was close to what she would consider an ideal date (as far as women were concerned, anyway; she had another entire checklist for men, one that she'd found herself adding boxes for as she got to know Terrell). The face, the body, the clothes, the song... her whole entire aura was enthralling.
And that woman wanted a taste of her! Daeva was not, at first glance, someone Keira would have guessed to be a wrestler in a million years. But she'd been inspired by the passion Keira and Severin shared in their first match, and wanted to experience that. And thus, tonight's main event was born.
Keira, naturally, had been anticipating this match for quite some time. She and Severin spent quite a bit of extra time 'training' in preparation for what they'd gotten themselves into. On top of that, Keira had already taken on a grueling best of five match against one Collei Kushti, who gave her a hell of a time, but Keira had managed to scratch out the win. After that, she felt confident she could handle a best of three.
The arena darkened and Keira's burst from the speakers. Her recently improved intro began to illuminate the area; on the screens, a bright 3D plasma ball, a swirling miasma of vibrant purples, pinks, and blues. (In the corner, a red warning note for flashing lights.) Every beat of the drums triggered electronic shock waves radiating from the ball, and white lightning flashed in the background. In the arena proper, spotlights flickered on and off, simulating that lightning in sync with the visuals. After a few moments, as a voice over the speakers shouted her intro over the music, the lightning flashes increased in frequency, and the lights in the arena - particularly those by the ramp - shifted to a strobe effect, along with some simple smoke to obscure the entrance.
And as the announcer called her name, stepped through it and onto the stage. She held her left arm in the air, hand curled into a fist, as she emerged, and quickly shifted to waving and saluting the crowd. And she wasn't alone - right there by her side, her right arm entwined with his left, was Black Severin. She'd never done an entrance with him before - it wasn't like they were a tag team or anything - but she wanted him here with her, especially tonight.
As the puff of smoke began to clear, she spun around to face him, resting her free hand on his cheek, and planted a deep kiss on his lips. Nothing fancy, but enough to get whistles and whoops from the crowd. Good. This was Keira's not-so-subtle way of reminding the spectators - and more importantly, Daeva - that no matter what happened inside the ring tonight, Keira had already claimed a mate outside of it.
She didn't hold the kiss for too long - enough to get the crowd going and leave Severin with something to look forward to - because she had to keep things moving. When they broke apart, she winked at him and mouthed a silent 'thank you'. Not for the kiss, of course (because neither of them needed to express their feelings for those with words anymore), but for being there with her.
They marched down the ramp together, Keira being a half a step ahead (it was her match, after all). Upon reaching the ring, she took his hand, allowing him to help her balance as she climbed the steps onto the apron, one final touch before they had to break apart for the next... well, however long Daeva could last. When he let her go, she slipped between the ropes, dancing to the middle of the ring with some further salutes to the crowd, her finishing touch.
She did not go to her corner. Instead, she leaned backwards against the ropes directly facing the entrance ramp, elbows propped up for support. With her entrance completed and Daeva's imminent, Keira eagerly awaited what her opponent had concocted.
