Match Type: Hardcore NHB - Win by Pinfall
Hentai heavily encouraged
Blau finished putting on her outfit for tonight, Pulling up her black boots that went just a little above the knee and zippering up the back of her sleeveless crop top with fishnet covering the cleavage. Blau would pull her skimpy latex thong up on her hips as she admired herself in the mirror, Fuck Blau, you look DAMN good!she would think to herself as she flexed her plump cheeks that swallowed up the back of the thong. Blau's temporary tattoos looking great as she finished putting on her womb tattoo, the rest on her arm and thigh.
Blau took a deep breath, but was getting more comfortable as she had started to feel more settled in LAW. She was definitely excited as she looked at the profile of tonight's opponent, her name "Spectre"."Spectre hm....sounds like some comic book character aha!" Blau giggled to herself, then licking her lips as she admired the woman's physique, thinking of what she would love to do to it...Then her daydreaming was cut short as she heard her name called to make her entrance.
The stadium lights dimmed as blue strobe lights started to flash, Blau's entrance music began to fill the arena, the crowd cheering as they were eager to see the two vixens get into some wild combat! Blau's Intro Music
Blau strutted out to the top of the ramp and began making her way down. Walking slowly down and strutting her hips to make her plump ass bounce. Blau knew she looked good and she loved showing it off~ Blau climbed up the apron and bent herself over the middle rope and grinded against it a few times, biting her lip. Nothing got Blau excited quite like the anticipation of a hardcore match. After some fun, Blau went into the middle of the ring doing a few more sensual stretches until her music started to dim out. Blau rested her back against her corner looking towards the ramp, eager to see her opponent in the flesh. I wonder what a woman who calls herself Spectre does for an entrance... The stadium lights went dim again as it prepared for the next introduction... Blau's Outfit
“Lets try the upgrade.” Spectre said calmly from the rafters, cigarette in one hand, with a pre-programmed remote engineered like a portable control panel for some of her rudimentary tricks and devices in the other. Tonight, the remote was fixed to her entrance features. She processed the button on the top-left with a low-res PNG of a lightbulb coating the nub of rubber. The lights went out as expected. “If the prototype works, then we can make more fun remotes.” Dot's mask lit up with an exclamation point, lifting a finger, "Like one that drops in weapons? Just when their stupid face is getting up from a two-count... BLAMMO! Hammer time from heathen heaven!" And Speck would nudge her head to the side, acknowledging it and finding her smile. "We'll see." Then she hopped up onto the rail and balanced, looking down at the canopy of ants. She pressed another button, summoning her hook and cable.
“And… my riff.” She pressed a third button, pointed at the titantron.
Gong… Gong… Gong… Gong…
!
The remote was handed back to Dot, “Handle that thing for me. I’ll be back for ice cream.”
Dot saluted with a military cap summoning on-top of her cheery animated pink brows. “Oi ma’am, yes ma’am! Strawberry?”
Spectre almost departed, stopped, squinted, then peered over shoulder. “Yes.”
Then jumped onto her hook and cable to begin descent.
The Titantron came to life with a chrome metallic skull, with spinning nuclear eyes and crossed scythe blades behind it. Booing was immediate and strong. Almost like they were piped in right as purple lights replaced the calm whites, yellows and fluorescent blues of stadiums. But no, every face was filled with vile anger and trying to find Spectre’s eyes so they could transmit their hate. She descended standing on a hook and cable, middle of the air, with a pose of standing on one foot, the other crossed behind, an arm grabbing the table by her hips and another overhead. She didn’t look. Her head was tipped down, eyes closed and smirking.
At about ten feet above the ring, the hook stopped. The bullet-hell chorus raged. She spread her arms, balancing on one foot, a bright spotlight shining behind her, casting a silhouette on the crowd. “Lets have some one-sided misery!” She announced with a toothy grin, her voice taking the sound system from every direction, louder than the music that was beginning to taper off. She took the miniature mic, crushed it, then leaped from her post into a front-flip executed like a soaring comet. Her legs, the tail, and torso the burning ball of glory landing centre of the ring in a super landing. One knee, fist-down, a purple and black cape fluttering to lay slack on its master. The Malevolent Virus
She flipped her hair back, taking a glance at the skimpy-clad bluenette across from her. It reminded her of a few things. The nets, tattoos and leather. A punk that picks chair shots over armbars, and blood over sweat. She can work with that, so long as the little pill in her mouth didn’t get swallowed, then she’d be taking this fish into newer waters. “Nice underwear, Punchmeat. One with a zipper, just for me.”
