Showtime at the arena! Trixie vs Terry!

"2 minutes until showtime, Trixie...don't lose it now..."

Neon lights and camera flashes glimmer amongst the audience in the arena. The seats were more than packed, over a few hundred thousand rowdy people to be exact.

The arena was clustered with roars and screams, but none of them were as loud as the guy who stood in the front row asking for Trixie's autograph. It seems as if her broad hips, thick thighs and warm, sparkling smile were already winning the crowd over.

"Hmph....the match ain't even start yet, an' everyone already eatin' out of the palm o' mah hand..."

Saying that she wasn't welcoming the attention would be a lie. Especially after the amount of time it took for her to pick out the perfect get up for her first match. Her thigh high wrestling boots did squeeze themselves around her legs just a little, though
The matching white jacket she wore when she made her way to the ring was already hung over the ropes, and
the bottom of the two piece bikini that she had on hugged her full, round hips, with some of it wedging itself a little too close for comfort, as well.

"Ah! What's this I got...a wedgie?"

Trixie reaches behind her butt to fix her little problem, forgetting all about her opponent, who should be making his way down the ramp by now.

Terry was taking his sweet ass time as he slowly walked out, his right arm stretching up then over to his left side, then down and across his body before putting it down to stretch his left arm out to the right, making sure to carefully push the arm when he pushed it down. There was a distinct humm, and roll of drums as he walked down the aisle, the crowd not sure what to make of him and his icy, hawk-like gaze. The long, billowing scarf in contrast to the skin-tight grey shirt and the tan cargo pants not exactly a compliment.

As he walked up, his opponent Trixe, who was apparently fixing her vulptous ass-crack situation stood there and he silently walked up then calmly balanced himself on one feet as his right foot bent up and was grabbed by his right arm to be stretched. He repeated the process as he stepped down onto his right foot and stretched the left foot.

'The music blared with a common frequency' came from the speakers as his song started to get heavier as it played out it's long, sad story, the melodicly haunting song matching his steely gaze and monotone voice.


"Hello Trixie, I'm Terry, having a problem there?" he asked in a steely voice, before ogling her butt nice and long before gulping it down as he tugged up the scarf, the motion probably hidden; and she appeared to be new from the profile he'd read, so . . . what to expect?

"Huuhh?..."

Trixie glances behind her, looking as if she had just caught the drift of someone being in the ring besides her. You sure looked odd, not mention nervous too. Somehow, Trixie found it cute.

"Hi there, handsome! Mah name's Trixie!"

Her toothy, white smile displayed over her face as she steps up to you. She brushes some hair from her face, and offers you a handshake.

"Wild crowd tonight, aint it?"

"Nice ass yourself" he said out loud in a brisk, firm voice as he grabbed her hand and leaned in to stare deep into her eyes as more of a scare tactic than anything else, his eyes trying to figure out her figure and game-plan.

He gripped the hand even firmer, before releasing it and backing up as the referee stated the best of 3 Points match, by Hentai, Pinfall 3 Count, and Submission but bladah, bladah, radah, he didn't quite care as much.

"Don't count on getting your hands on my body so easily" he said confidently as he slammed his left foot down, pointed forward, his palms facing her in a ready position as the ref started the match officially. "Yeah, pretty . . wild."

You sure were an odd one. Nothing that she was suspecting tonight. However, special things can come in odd packages, right?

"Much obliged..."

As your grip loosened, Trixie walked to her corner and waited for the bell.

"Trixie! I love you!"

A voice from another obsessed fan tore through the typical roars of everyone else in the audience, catching Trixie's attention.

"I love you too, sugah!"

Her personality sure changed quick as he would pivot on his left foot, turning his shoulder towards, and then into her to try and knock her in the chest before spinning to his right as he would attempt to grab Trixie by the shirt and spin her into the mat which if succesful would be followed by a swift stomp and an attempted mounting as he would attempt to free Trixie's breasts.

You looked like you were putting an unusual balance on one of your feet. Not to mention your attack style seemed unorthodox and out of place.

"Eat this, sugah!"

While you were spinning around, Trixie would drop low to the ground and attempt to intercept whatever you were trying with a sharp, low drop kick to your knees before you would make contact with your first strike.

As the foot came around he stopped the spin and would reach out with both palms to try and grab her foot and spin in teh opposite direction, while bending his body slightly forward, and then down to attempt to knock her to the mat. If succesful, he would put his feet on Trixie's chest, grab her arms and attempt to roll back and release her, tossing her at the ropes. "No thanks, sugah" he said with a grin as he attempted to carry out his throw.

Trixie hadn't the slightest clue to how you were able to pull it off, but somehow, you were able to foretell her drop kick and grasp her ankles with your hands.
Not wanting to lose the edge too soon, Trixie clenched her teeth as she summoned the strength in her hips to spring her feet upwards, and then kick her legs free out of your grasp.

After that, Trixie would roll herself back to her feet with her fists raised, looking for you next move.

Apparently Trixie didn't know much about Tai-Chi involving the transfer of motions, and using the style to move attacks before they hit you as he judged from a look of momentary surprise. As he felt her legs slip free from his hands he spread his feet apart, with the left foot forward again, as he waved his hand in a 'get over here' motion, "that all you got?"