It was the tedium that drove her crazy more than anything. Every day, she was assaulted with a host of little irritations, things she had to deal with to make ends meet. She had to negotiate with her girls, make sure they weren’t being screwed over or screwing her over. They had to get equal time, or they would start bitching about her playing favorites. She had to deal with the mortgage, the light bills, and contract fees, and she couldn't go more than two days without having to call the cops on some dumb, drunk asshole.
But then, there were nights like this. Nights where she could come out in front of the crowd, hit the stage, absorb the music, and feel like a goddamn goddess.
This was one of those nights.
It was Open Fight Night at ICE, the premier strip club of Freia Kagami. As a wrestler-themed establishment owned by a wrestler, it made sense for them to have the occasional wrestling match, and she spared no expense in setting that up. A full blown ring was set in the middle of the club, with her patrons all crowded about and yelling as her ladies went at each other between the ropes. The patrons would fling their money on the ringside floor, and whoever won the match got to take it home. Granted, the match’s themselves were rarely anything interesting from a technical standpoint - most of the combatants were just strippers with the bare minimum of experience by Freia herself. But they were hot and they were wild and they had no qualms ripping their clothes off for cash, so the people went home happy.
Tonight, though, Freia was doing more than participating, struck by the mood to mix it up herself. Predictably, she’d been making short work of her girls all night long, and she was currently winning her fourth straight match in a row. The girl, Priscilla, was a young and cute redhead from the Netherlands who made a good attempt, but she couldn't keep pace with the wily veteran, and now she found herself on the floor, being bent into a soft Boston Crab.
”Give up, Pris!” Freia cooed as she cranked the hold just a little further back. It was still a long from the point where it could do real damage, but even that was far too much for a newbie. ”Let me hear those taps!”
To her credit, Priscilla was holding on far longer than Freia had expected, showing far more toughness than anyone else tonight, enough to make Freia build up an actual sweat. But, sure enough…
”I give!” She frantically slapped the mat and flailed about. ”I give up! I give!”
Freia would’ve milked the hold on LAW in an actual match for a while. But Priscilla was one of her girls, and breaking the back of her meal ticket wouldn’t do her any good. She promptly let her go and allowed her to roll out of the ring as the crowd sang her praises, whooping, hollering, and filling the ringside area with copious amounts of yen. They’d paid good money to see Freia Kagami dominate tonight, and she ensured they got what they came for.
”That makes four!” She paraded around the ring with her hand held high and the appropriate amount of fingers sticking up. Who else wants a taste?”
Freia Kagami, Wanting More
