Arena: Five-Star Hotel Room, Atlanta, Georgia (Paid for by LAW)
Rules: First to score a pinfall on the bed via pin, submission, or forfeit wins. No closed-fist strikes or hard submissions (e.g., armbars, kneebars, rear naked chokes). Breast smothers and hentai holds are permitted. No referee in the room—an official monitors from an adjacent room and may intervene if things escalate. Wrestlers must count their own pinfalls.
Hentai is allowed and encouraged.
Spoiler
The live feed showed her own apartment just a few blocks away. On screen, a match played out between a petite blonde girl who barely looked legal enough to compete and a more mature platinum-haired woman who was clearly having her way with the younger fighter. The match had only just begun and the the younger girl was already writhing beneath the twenty-six year old's woman's touch, soft moaning turning into outright screaming in lust as the dominant platinum blonde took complete control. The taller, larger girl was clearly teasing her opponent at this point, just planning to hunmilate her on television for the joy of it.
This woman was Evelyn Levesque, Ada's fiancée.
Ada’s brows furrowed slightly as she watched her partner dominate the exchange, once again, without her. This was Evelyn’s third match for LAW. After this match, the canadian would no longer be considered a rookie on LAW, and could compete in major cards and even challange for a championship if she wanted. Meanwhile this hotel suite, luxurious as it was, would hold her first match in the company. A debut far overdue. She was proud of Evelyn’s growing popularity... but Ada could no longer pretend the resentment wasn’t there. Not when her partner, her future wife, was making other girls cry out her name just blocks away.
As the Nigerian watched this, she would nervously play with the silver chain around her neck, Ada ran her long slender fingers along the charm that dangled from it, the wedding band that bound her to her Fiancée Eveyln. It was the only jewelry she wore tonight, but its weight felt heavier than gold.
Okoro wondered if when her opponent showed up if she would be taken aback by the Nigerian's appearance. Her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek, high ponytail that trailed down her back like ink, perfectly styled to match the fierce confidence she projected. A flowing, high-slit evening gown clung to her every curve, shimmering faintly under the dimly lit lamps that illuminated the room. Her thigh-high stockings peeked through the fabric as she shifted slightly on the couch, her long legs crossed with careful grace. The match required it's competitors to only wear lingerie, that being said there was no rules stating what attire the competitors had to come to the match adorned in. As such, Ada had chosen something elegant... something that demanded respect. Her body was temptation wrapped in discipline, her look a statement: she wasn't some common whore whonwould spread her legs for anyone who would pay he enough. No, she was a special attraction that the masses would pay top dollar to see.
She tore her eyes from the screen and inhaled slowly, steadying herself. Her opponent was due any minute now. Hopefully with enough professionalism to show up early rather than stumble in flustered and flailing at the last second. This was it, her moment to shine.
