Dr. Mina Takemi sat in the locker room. She held a clip board in her hand and was tapping away at it with the eraser of a pencil. A TV sat in front of her, flickering. It had taken a lot of work to find a TV-VCR combination in these times. A stack of tapes sat beside them, each of them had one word in common. 'Ducky'. "How very curious. After reviewing my Ms. William's matches I've discovered that approximately 65% of her offense, given and taken, involve one very specific thing." She observed her clipboard once more before striking a final pencil stroke. She rose from her seated position in a sweep of green fabric, discarding the clip board atop the television. It was time for her debut match. She'd studied as much as she was going to be able to. And so she left her locker room behind, heading for the curtain that concealed the entrance ramp.
On the clipboard was one thing:
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Dr. Takemi's entrance hit! The lights in the arena changed green, bathing the arena in the hue of envy. She looked out into the crowd and for a moment was stunned. She'd dreamed of this moment for the majority of her life. As a rising star in the juniors division, to a career woman, and finally now... To a genuine professional wrestler. A wrestler contracted to LAW, the nations, nay, the world's most preeminent League. She drew in a breath, looked down, and crossed her arms under her breasts. Hugging herself and drinking in the moment. And then. Both arms exploded out and upwards in triumph as she grinned from ear to ear.
The mature woman walked down to the ramp all smiles. Her curves swayed from left to right, causing the sheath of her dress to swing with them. Every sway threatened to reveal if she wore anything beneath it. The fans would need to watch to see. As she reached the ring, she climbed onto it and then over the top rope. She was a tall woman, afterall. Taller than her opponent by more than half a foot.
Once inside the ring she'd lift her palms to the bottom of her bobbed hair and plump it up before placing one foot on the bottom turnbuckle and bending over slightly. She looked over her shoulder at her opponent with a coy smile. The pose offered the crowd a full view of the side of her copious breasts. She definitely wore nothing to protect them. But more importantly, it flashed the full length of her leg. From her ankles, all the way up to her luscious thighs, to the fullness of her curvaceous, plush booty. If she was wearing anything under her dress... It was small. Real small.
Go ahead Ducky. Eat your heart out.
