In Dame Akiba’s mansion, Itsumi Hotta, a wrestler known for her pink dreadlocks and flamboyant personality, nurses her bruised ego after a humiliating loss to Mama Machida. Kosuke Fukada, another of Dame Akiba’s pupils, smirks at Itsumi’s defeat, while Dame Akiba herself observes, a master manipulator whose influence extends beyond the ring.
Dame Akiba, dressed in a flowing red kimono that accentuated her voluminous silk-covered breasts, sat across from Itsumi, her expression a storm of displeasure. Her hands, adorned with rings that glinted in the soft light of the mansion, were clenched tightly in her lap. She had cultivated a persona of elegance and power, but the lines around her eyes and the set of her jaw betrayed the fiery spirit that had once ruled the wrestling world. The former champion’s gaze was as sharp as the high-heeled boots she had once worn to the ring, and she bore into Itsumi with the weight of her disappointment.
“You’ve let me down, Itsumi,” Dame Akiba’s voice was a low purr, filled with the promise of a catastrophic change in the air. “Mama Machida is a legend, and you allowed her to make a fool of you in front of the world.”
