Tikka starts off good

Tikka was allowed to enter the castle without trouble. The ring was indeed set up to look like any other, but Tikka knew something had to be up. Diabla was present, naked, barely conscious and tied to a chair outside the ring. A large vibrator stuck out of her.

Baroness entered to her own light show, a flowing gown dragging on the ground behind her as she entered. A pair of maids removed it for her, leaving her in a traditional white wrestling leotard and she spread her arms welcomingly.

"I do hope you don't mind coming here. My entrance looks all the grander this way."

"Shut up and fight me, cow," Tikka said defiantly.

"As you wish it. The fight may go anywhere in the castle, and the submission will be accepted anywhere as well. Now come meet your doom once again, little one."

Tikka leapt straight for Baroness, spinning in midair and slamming a kick across her cheek. Baroness cried out in pain, stunned while Tikka landed and sent a barrage of jabs into her stomach. Baroness' gut was bashed in, making her double over. She was wide open when Tikka did a split and shot an uppercut into her cunt.