Women's Spank Wrestling (Aklo)

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"Hello, beautiful people from across the galaxy! This is your host, Bernice Warden, and I'm tuning in to you from the Indignation as we rotate over the planet Mercury in the Sol System of the Milky Way Sector! It's over 800 degrees and to all you folks living in your dome cities, I hope you're keeping cool!"

The woman bounced around the stage as the crowd cheered. Her purple afro failed to hide the robotic cat ears poking through. She had a black and white-stripped crop top on and black shorts, looking like some sort of skimpy referee. She was also the host, announcer, and something of a manager.

The woman giggled, "Welcome back to another episode of Women's Spank Wrestler! The show where two warriors step in and one of them walks out with tears! In case you're a new viewer, Women's Spank Wrestler is a show where the fighters will try to grapple, grab, and pin their opponent. But this isn't like the old wrestling shows back in the 21st century! Oh no, in this battle, it's not over until the fat lady sings! Or, in this case, the loser cries they've given up."

Bernice giggled, "We've got quite the matches for tonight. A few interesting rookies and some hot-blooded veterans. But first, tonight, for our first match, our champion isn't gonna wait tonight! Oh no, she's our opener cause she just couldn't wait!"

She pointed to the far right of the room, "And so! In the right corner! Conqueror of worlds and taker of hearts! Whether you love her or hate her, you've gotta bow down and respect her! The Queen of Mean and the Universe, Stella Regina!"

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Stella stood on the far corner of the brightly colored Coliseum, waited till the lights exploded in purples and red above her as her theme began to play and stepped up to her full height. She was a impressive 5'9" without the heels that almost brought her into Amazonian territory, she was for the moment cloaked in dark royal purples and deep satin reds, her mane of blonde hair Swept back in a Devil-may-care Ponytail. Her eyes hidden by the red goggles that completed her look, a jaunty steel circlet set with a ruby tied expertly into her hairdo by her stylist, the crown she used to proclaim her-self queen.

She waved one gloved hand to the audience and they roared, she motioned to the with her "scepter" a thick leather riding crop she loved to use on her opponents, and in some cases her fans, and they roared twice as loud. Shrugging off her cloak, she strode to the Arena among cheers and screams. She wore a skin-tight corset that just barely covered her large pale breasts, they were designed to look like skeletal hands were caressing them, her knee high stockings were a zany mix of technicolor and glowed under the arena lights. Her heels were severe and completed her dominatrix-esque look while a thick thong kept her buxom buttocks the center of attention around back.

With a shrug to the audience she bounded up onto the ring, allowing peeling the ropes out of her way like they were spaghetti. She practically growled as her theme song came to an end and she awaited the challenger.

It was fairly rare since she'd one the WSW champion ship to start an event, but they'd paid her extra to go in with a rookie, and she rather relished the idea of teaching a newbie a thing or two. To the crowd, she yanked off her goggles, tossing them into the crowd as she shouted. "Your Queen, Has Arrived!"

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The crowd was going wild as they cheered her on. Whether it was good for her ego or not, there was no denying that she was one of the most popular wrestlers in the WSW. Seeing her as the opening match was most-likely the reason so many people filled the audience seats this match, so the money they were paying Stella was well worth it.

"And on the left! We have our Rookie Princess of this year!" Bernice proclaimed. Rookie Princess was usually a term for the winner of the annual Rookie Tournament they held every year as 16 new wrestlers were introduced into the circuit. "She hails from the frozen world of Wasmuicarro, but she fights with burning intensity! Give it up for the Valkyrie, Brunhilde!"

As the theme played, Brunhilde started to march to the stage as the crowd cheered. She wore a red leotard over herself, but it split half-way up her chest as it wrapped around her torso, barely managing to cover her breasts. This woman stood at 6'0 without any heals, and instead, wore a pair of flat scarlet knee-high boots. Her hair was black, save for an obvious red streak on the left side of her head, and was tied in a ponytail. She wore a red mask over her face with black highlights, small wings on the sides of her head, and reveals her mismatching red and blue eyes and lips. She also wore a pair of leather gloves that went up her forearm, connecting to a ring on her middle fingers.

On her hip was a paddle and as if it was a sword, she pulled it like it was a sword and raised it into the air, her usual proclamation of victory as the crowd roared and cheered with excitement. Once she put her paddle back, she made her way to the ring, having no trouble with moving the ropes out of her way and stepping in.