Courtenay Astley vs Youkai Kid - A demonic offering

Match Rules: I Quit. Anything goes. Loser becomes a POW.

No sooner had the Machiavellian queen arrived in Kyoto and established her little house of entertainment did she get a match offer, Courtenay was surprised but also quite pleased. The lady was expecting to get offers to step into the squared circle, but to have one so soon? Why Courtenay couldn't be happier to say the least, here she was preparing in her own personal locker room. Being tended to by some of her assistants dressed in maid robes of pure white and with black ballet flats, one would help her get into her ring attire as she stared at herself in the mirror. Feeling very much like a Queen, Courtenay had looked up her opponent. Some punk called Youkai Kid, a brat who looked flashy and probably talked big. He would be for a very big surprise tonight Courtenay thought to herself, for he would walk into this ring tonight expecting to face a newbie. And instead he would find a Queen waiting to destroy him.

A stage hand informed Courtenay that it was time for her to make her entrance, she nodded and said to her employees in her locker room "You and you shall escort me to ringside, you've performed very well recently." making a come hither gesture to a pair of lanky teen girls that she picked up from the London streets and raised them in her domain of burlesque. The Machiavellian wrestler would look herself over in the floor length mirror one last time and smirked at her ring attire.......

Ring Attire (Minus the gauntlet):

The lady would strut her way to the entrance ramp, her workers following in tow with their hands held in front of them. But one was holding what appeared to be a black bag, big enough to contain a suit of some kind. Courtenay would stroke one of them by the hair, a smirk on her lips as the song she picked out known as Face Your Fate would blare out from the speakers as the lights dimmed and a golden spotlight would follow Courtenay as she walked past the curtain. The Queen licked her lips and trailed a finger down to her chin as she walked down the ramp, her heels clicking audibly as she made her way to the ring with her followers in tow.

The one that held nothing would jump to the apron and open the ropes for Courtenay who slid in and walked to the middle of the ring, smiling at the audience as she looked them over. Her maid then walked to the corner far right and got on her hands and knees, with Courtenay casually sitting atop them and crossing her legs with her other maid standing next to her producing a fan from the folds of her dress to keep her cooled as she waited for her opponent tonight.......