ViVi didn't even need to exhale to get rid of the rough and tumble, she was sure of what she was going to do and how well it was going to go, no matter how tough her opponent was, they all go down with a good kiss.
As she made her way from backstage to before the entrance to the top ramp, The British Princess showed off her glamour in her swagger, chest up, half-smile; she was going to deliver an entrance that was as elegant as it was cheeky as soon as she was told that her wrestling partner was done making himself known. And he was going to have no qualms as soon as his time-consuming musical entrance began.
What does the crowd crave more at a mixed match: the entrance of the manly, shiny-skinned, firm-abs, hot-headed sir or the insertion of the beautiful lady with the curvaceous body, strong thighs and shrewd mind?
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Hm~, my turn~." ViVi mused, pushing through the curtains with a subtle touch of her fingers to pause next in the centre of the doorway, stirring slightly as if expecting to hear such eagerness in the air. Those whistles and howls were directed by and for her. And following that ambient boldness, she rested her knuckles on one of her hips, planted her palm at the level of her thin dreamy lips and then blew a flying kiss from one end of the stadium to the other to make that love heard in
everyone.
The whole world that was locked inside this great arena of law has just answered: they crave more of the heartbreaker's entrance.
ViVi advanced up the top ramp with a quickened pace, turning her walk to the ring into a glamorous catwalk with the perfect swagger of her hips, swishing her skirt from side to side unaware of how much she was revealing in that advance. And even from that distance she sought out Clyde with her eyes, specifically his eyes so she could mark him as the target of her whims as she reached for him.
The succubus in pink ran her fingers along the outstretched hands at the sides of the ring, caressing them with her fingertips and giving them a couple of little glances to all the other individuals here before reaching the end of the ramp, where she would grab the nearest lucky guy by the collar of their shirt and grant her the privilege of receiving a kiss from her on the cheekbone. A long, unsubtle kiss that would leave her pink lipstick all over her before she is released and the queen moves on while the young girl is stunned by such a taste of her.
She would join the ring by climbing up the assembled steps to one corner of the ring and, instead of climbing up to one of the corners to receive the praise of her subjects from outside her pub, she went straight to the centre of the ring, crossing her arms and looking down at Clyde with a half smile and pedalling one of her feet on the canvas. The crowd murmured in supposition as to what she might mean to her blonde rival. Although she cut off those doubts by leaning in his direction and extending a finger to call out to him.
She wasn't impatient, she just didn't want him so far away from herself. The beautiful gal knows that they take a minute to ring the bell or less and maybe she could say something to Clyde if he got to her in time before they had to struggle~.
