Asuka the Empress walks down to the announcer table by the ring in her full outfit. These pandemic shows are weird, with no crowd to play off of, but she knows her entrance to perfection. Her dynamite body with 34C cup tits and a stout muscled body with peachy ass slides into the ring and poses for the hard cameras. Staff has been minimized so there's only three static cameras to switch between. She flamboyantly pulls her multi-colored cloak off and shimmies around showing off how shapely she is. Instead of her normal tights she is wearing a red and blue leather skirt ending above the knees and is careful not to flash any of the camera viewpoints.
Asuka grabs the only mic and gives a rundown of the card for the folks watching at home. She explains that this is a female only PPV and Asuka will be the color commentary while the owner, Bella Lynn, will do the play by play. The Empress of Tomorrow does some hot dogging and time wasting before finally bowing and walking over to the ringside table. "Herro Berra Rin" Asuka says in her most exaggerated accent and the smile on Bellas face freezes in panic. The owner tries to make the best of it but Asuka doesn't stop her rib. Asuka also immediately makes fun of the first two girls down the ramp.
"A blonde bimbo versus a redhead carnival freak." Asuka cracks a joke, "what's the difference between them? They both pump their bodies full of chemicals, one chooses meth the other picked silicone!" Bella is furious at that and covers her mic to give a harsh remonstration to her color partner but Asuka doesn't care. Bella soon realizes it's better for her to crack jokes than talk about the match as the in ring girls are very new to the business and perform awkwardly.
Bella starts to sweat. She's a serious business woman that graduated ivy league in feminist theory and business, and with so much talk about WWE being an awful place to work and women being held down she thought making her own show would be instant money. She had secured a loan to put the show on, now suspecting it was her low cut top showing off massive DD torpedo tits doing the heavy lifting instead of her plan. A curly brunette with emerald eyes and a sharp tongue she had done well for herself. But no one had told her how much things would cost. And certainly not that only one real star would show up. It was only the second match, between a Nerubian princess gimmick and a female car mechanic, and she was sure that there were far too many dropkicks and clotheslines.
Apparently one year of experience wasn't much in wrestling. As she checked the numbers, again, even the few people that had bought in were starting to tune out. The match ended in a dq and Asuka was booing the baby face. She was supposed to be helping Bella tell the audience at home who was a hero and who was a villain but instead she was focused on puns about boobs. Why on earth would Asuka feel the need to say the wrench wench sure loves working on honkers?
Asuka was feeling wet. The owner could give her all the dirty looks in the world, it wouldn't make her any less horny. Being commando under her skirt was thrilling. It's not her fault the owner was a dyke and didn't bring any men to ogle over. So instead Asuka kept being imaginative about the new "stars." She couldn't believe Bella had told the rookies to wear more clothes. It's like she wanted to lose money. The new match featured a giant woman versus a small lucha girl in a mask. "The Lady Giant has thighs as big as watermelons-I wonder if they're as juicy." Bella stuttered as she talked past the comment about how brave the lucha girl was for fighting someone twice her weight. The match ended quickly with a leg drop from Lady Giant. Asuka insisted it was called the Face sitter.
