Debut of a 'Superstar' (Private)

[TiefBlau]

Suddenly, as the crowd was awaiting for the next bout of action, Music played over the speakers, ringing out through the arena. The lights turned a dark blue as smoke filled the stage area. Those who were familiar with another quite popular Japanese league hopped off their seats, standing and cheering in quite the ovation for quite the surprise appearance. Seconds after, Heather Sunderland came out, crawling to the stage area, her face and arms glowing a light purple from the body paint that she had on, dressed in her purple fishnet top, black bikini top underneath, black baggy pants, and black boots. She made her way down to about mid-ramp, standing up and raising her hands in the air, pyro shooting out from the stage area. She stood there for a bit, basking in the reaction that she was getting to the crowd, just taking it all in.

"Haaahh...too good.." She said to herself, a wide smile on her face before finally she finished her trip down to the ring, sliding in beneath the bottom rope. She headed to the corner, moving to the middle rope and raising her hands up in the air, pyro shooting down from the ceiling and raining down on the ring. She kept a grin on her face, taking in the reaction a little more before she hopped off the ropes, heading to the center of the ring. Her music died down, the lights turning to normal, revealing her paint to be transparent in normal light. She nod her head a little, looking around the arena at her reaction from the crowd. "Heh..." She smirked wide, letting out a long breath before she moved to the ropes, grabbing a mic.

Taking a few steps back towards the center of the ring with the mic in her hand. It took her a bit to stop just basking in the reaction from the fans before finally she brought the mic up to her lips, grinning. "Ladies and gentlemen, Heather Sunderland has arrived here in LAW!!" She yelled out, the crowd cheering loudly at her words as she tapped her foot a bit. "Gah..I've heard some rumblings about this place--that there was a good deal of hard hitting competition. I couldn't hold myself back. I did a few negotiations here and there and I've gotten the go-ahead to get double-contracted. So, yes, you're currently looking at the girl that's gonna fight and claw her way up to grabbing that Middleweight championship!! I can't hop in the current qualifier, but whoever wins that whole competition better keep that belt nice and warm for me!"

Heather cleared her throat a bit, walking around the ring just slightly. It was almost as if she was scoping the whole thing out, getting a feel for this new environment before leaning against the ropes a little. "Don't think that leaves everyone else out though. I'm gonna rock each and every one of you from all the divisions. Heavyweights and Lightweights won't be safe from how much ass I'm gonna kick now that I'm here. I DARE for anyone to try and prove me otherwise!"

[Devilish53]

As ever, Moira's eyes were on one, and only place, when her time wasn't been solely given to one of her many, many lucky partners. The very place she'd hope to find more of said partners; in the halls, and on the monitors of LAW themselves! After a somewhat average day of everything she expected with nothing out of the ordinary, Moira found herself tuning into something she didn't usually care for.

Usually, Moira's eyes would be saved only for matches themselves; the lewder the attire, the better, of course. But now, she find herself tuning into something if anything, absolutely devoid of the scantily clad action she so adored. A promo.

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Clad herself in but a combination of her usual, form hugging casual clothes, not at all expecting an encounter of the physical variety herself today, Moira found herself leaning to one side with hands to her hips, her head tilted. The words of the beauty she watched, whilst interesting as they may be; direct to the point and inciting, had little effect on Moira. Not out of insult or personality mind, but given Moira's disposition and own persona, she could likely be watching a declaration of outright war unfold before her and still not bat an eye.

Yet, she found herself doing just that. And licking her lips.

For the words that went so easily past Moira's ears came from a face that most certainly caught her attention; Heather's sleek curves, her gorgeous looks, her head-tilting attire. Yes; this was a figure of the sorts Moira adored very much. And that was without even considering that perfect, curvaceous rear.

"Ohh...Lucky lucky..." At first pondering just how she would go about meeting someone she just had to meet, luck would indeed be on her side as Heather herself called out to the locker-room. Seemingly, not caring particularly for size either. Swishing back her hair with a quick motion, Moira would make pace to the curtains of the entrance themselves, giving one quick adjustment to her attire to add a dash of cleavage, before making her appearance.

"I hope you don't mind..." Hand raised with a microphone she was quick to grab proceeding, Moira's smile nearly filled the arena. "If I skip on right out here...I'm not the sort to form an orderly line..." Her figure slowly descending the ramp, Moira would purposefully not give away just what she intended to do with the violet haired beauty. Rather, she'd simply let the audience and Heather both run ideas as to just what the busty giant came out for.

[TiefBlau]

Heather blinked as it seemed that she had gotten someone's attention. She tilt her head at the sight of Moira heading down the ramp, the quite curvy girl making her way straight towards the ring and saying what she did. Heather didn't expect a reaction this quickly from someone, more than pleased to see that her calling anyone out did indeed seem to be answered in no time.

She leaned back against the ropes, watching in wait as Moira made her way down the ramp and towards her. She hummed slghtly, tapping her foot, the girl clearly quite bigger than her--something that could most certainly cause an issue, but Heather was sure she could still take her on if that's indeed what she was coming down here for. It could be fully possible she had some other reason for showing up..though what that something else could be, Heather had no clue.

"Oh, no. I've got no issue at all with taking the initiative like that! Forget waiting your turn or anything like that, that's why I came straight out here as well!" She said with a nod, smirking wide as she waited for her to enter the ring. "Coming down here to grab a match? Wanting to be one of the ones attempting to prove me wrong? Like I said, taking on any and all challengers!"

[Devilish53]

Moira knew how things could go; if this interaction ended up physical, and even slightly in Heather's favour, all credibility she had as a serious fighter was gone. Not that Heather was at all to be snuffed at; the violet haired beauty before her had a reputation that proceeded her, with the crowd already eager to see Heather in action. But given Moira's size, and the fact she had answered Heather's call as opposed to vice versa, meant a great deal of pride was on the line.

"Ohhhmmm.." Microphone lowered and not picking up the lowly hums of a interested heavyweight, Moira soon found her giant, busty figure before Heather's after a somewhat uncharacteristically quick entrance; the eagerness of Moira carrying her forward a great deal quicker than she was used to. Now the size difference would be apparent for all to see, as Moira stood but a metre or so from Heather, with hand once more raising the microphone. "Well...seeing as how I've skipped the line and all...I think as punishment...you should pick how we do this..."

Her smile growing as she gave Heather complete choice of how the two would wrestle; the fact the match was so quickly decided between the two not at all fazing the bigger woman, as Moira's curiosity compelled her to see how Heather would respond, and what she would pick.

[TiefBlau]

Heather watched Moira finally make her way into the ring, her size compared to hers being shown off quite a bit more with how close the two were standing next to eachother now. Heather took a deep breath, tapping her foot a couple times before the girl spoke, giving Heather the opportunity to be the one to choose the stipulations for their match.

"Hmm.." Heather thought to herself a bit, tilting her head slightly in thought. She probably should pick a type that could balance out the size difference, but then again it WAS going to be her first match here. She didn't want to overwhelm the fans with a big match type already with her.

"Well, how about we do this then! Nothing all too crazy, just you and me, one on one, innnnnnn.....an Anything Goes match!" She said with a smirk, nodding to herself a bit as she weighed her options, sure she could find enough good advantages in that type of match.

"Don't worry, I'm not cruel or anything, I don't plan on grabbing a chair and going to town or anything like that. " She stuck her tongue out a little, waiting now for her response.

[Devilish53]

To many, a no holds barred match was the definition of dangerous. Low-blows. Chair shots. Eye rakes. The level of cruelty was only limited by the users imagination. With the right pairing, a NHB match could be the highlight of the year in terms of brutality.

For Moira Pandela of course, her imagination would be used for something a little...less hardcore. Namely, the fact that any and every-time she pressed her hands, or curves to her foe, the ropes would be no help to Heather!

"Nothing crazy, she says.." Giggling down the microphone, as Moira despite having little interest in such was more than aware with how crazy said match ups could be. Winking back with a nod of approval, Moira's giant bosom would dangle in front of the violet figure, as the heavyweight bent over just slightly, her eyes coming slightly askew as the matchup was evidently accepted. At this short distance, Moira couldn't prevent her nostrils being filled with the sweet aroma of the fishnet clad figure before her, sending yet another tingle down her spine, all without even coming into physical contact with Heather. Yet.

"I'll make sure we give all these people a finnne showing..."

[TiefBlau]

Heather shrugged a bit at Moira's first response, sticking her tongue out a bit. To her, a no holds barred was exactly 'nothing crazy'. She had quite the hardcore background, having competed in things anywhere from 2 out of 3 tables matches, to ladder matches, to Hell in a Cell matches. Heather's had it all when it came to the hardcore style.

She would have loved to be not distracted by the girl at all, but her eyes definitely kept darting down to those giant breasts, biting her lip just slightly before it was clear that the girl had accepted. Heather let out a long breath, nodding her head a couple times with quite the wide grin on her face. She pushed her chest out a bit, more than thrilled for her first match here as she held out her hand to the girl.

"Glad to hear you're in the mood as well!! May the best girl win" She said with a nod, hoping for a nice, good handshake leading to a friendly match.

[Devilish53]

Moira, who had made zero effort to hide the fact her eyes were repeatedly rolling up and down Heather's frame, found herself purring as the modest set before her was somewhat amplified by her now-opponents moment of confidence. Hands to her hips, she'd somewhat smirk as she went onto do the same; already making her giant bosom simply ginormous for but a moment, before finding a hand offered her way. Her gaze would fall to it, mind racing at the fun the two could have without the limitations of boundaries or an official.

Latching her giant, soft mitt upon it, Moira gave but a single shake as she again leaned in, face closer albeit not greatly close to Heather's own.

"Ohhh don't worry...I'm sure you'll do just fine..." Mind soon changing beyond imagined moments with the beauty, to whether she should exit to change, or simply make do with the outfit she had on for the match itself. Or perhaps even, the outfit underneath her casual clothes!

[TiefBlau]

Heather blinked a bit as Moira pushed her chest out like that-- the size making it have much more of an effect on Heather. She bit her lip slightly, tapping her foot, trying to ignore that as best that she could as she held her hand out for the girl. Things went smoothly, the handshake accepted as the two looked on at eachother.

Heather kept her footing as much as she could with Moira leaning in like that, trying not to blush all too much. "Heh..trust me, I'm planning on doing plenty more than 'just fine'" She said with a nod, quite confident in herself as she always was, humming slightly. "Would you like to get yourself ready first? Or are ya ready for me right now?" She pushed quite the grin on her face, almost looking as if it'd come right off her face with the excitement she was feeling of having her first match in this new environment.

[Devilish53]

Even the slightest of blushes would of been caught by the immensely intuitive Moira; the small reddening of cheeks essentially a beacon for how Heather was feeling regarding the giant pair thrust before her. Moira obviously didn't care, in fact, she was somewhat taking notes. If the violet haired figure was enjoying the sight of them, fully covered to boot, Moira was beyond-eager to see how she'd react against them in-match.

With a serious question thrown before her however, Moira's face would adopt a serious look as she drifted off into thought. She had two options.

Staying and wrestling in the attire she had on would have been the obvious go-to. Moira had wrestled in clothes as thick as the attire she was now bound in before, and was more than capable of going even in a match with no-restrictions. The issue of sweat could have been quickly tended to with a quick flick-off of a few buttons, or maybe the top entirely itself.

Or of course, leave the ring, delay her fun and switch to a little less restricting-attire.

The choice was obvious.

"Ready when you are..." Words matched with a gentle licking of lips, as Moira seemed intent on starting the match here and now if Heather so agreed!