Rae - The Velvet Viper 🇲🇽 🌟 (Niveau 4) mail warning

Real Name: Raertria
Ring Name: "The Velvet Viper"
Height: 168 cm/5'6"
Weight: 62 kg/135 lbs
Hometown: "Officially? Somewhere they warn you about people like me. Unofficially? The darkest corners of your imagination."
Signature Style: Technical Submission Specialist / Mind Games / Seductive Sadism

Participates in:
T.W.A.T.
TON
Venus Arena
Pink String Arena

Appearance & Persona:

There’s an electricity in the air when The Velvet Viper steps into the light. Her short, tousled dark hair frames a face that’s equal parts allure and warning. Those amber eyes don’t just stare; they pierce, locking onto her prey with an almost supernatural intensity. Under the arena’s glare, they seem to glow, shifting from molten gold to eerie ember as she tilts her chin, drinking in the crowd’s unease. Her cinnamon skin, smooth and flawless, glistens under a sheen of sweat, the warm tones a stark contrast against the black of her ring gear. She knows you’re watching. She wants you to.

And then there’s the way she moves. It’s not just confidence—it’s certainty. A lazy roll of her shoulders as she steps between the ropes, her fingers trailing the top turnbuckle like a lover’s touch. When she smirks, it’s not at the crowd, but for them, a silent dare: "Try to look away." Every gesture is deliberate: the way she flicks her wrist to toss hair from her eyes, the slow drag of her tongue over her teeth before locking in a hold, the tilt of her head as she watches an opponent squirm beneath her. Even her breathing is a weapon. Exhaling softly as she tempts her victims with her venomous words, meant to break her prey's mind. When she kneels beside a gasping rival, it’s with the grace of a queen draping herself over a throne, one hand braced on their chest, the other brushing their cheek almost tenderly, before she leans down to whisper, "You’re prettier this way~."

The Velvet Viper isn’t just a wrestler. She’s a spectacle. A living paradox: the softness of velvet, the lethality of a viper’s fang. And by the time you realize which one she’s chosen for you?

It’s already too late.

Match History

A dance with the devil
I stepped into the gym, my eyes scanning the room for a worthy opponent. That's when I saw her - Rimru, with her muscular build, amber eyes, and that damnable aura that seemed to shimmer around her. I could feel it even from a distance, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. We circled each other, sizing one another up, before we clasped hands and began our dance. Her grip was strong, her moves precise, but I could feel the reckless abandon building inside me, fueled by that maddening energy she exuded. We grappled and twisted, sweat dripping down our bodies as the heat of the spar intensified. Clothing grew restrictive, so we shed layers until we were left in the nude. Still, that aura clung to her, driving me to new heights of aggression and desperation. I attacked with renewed fervor, coiling my lithe body around her muscular frame. We thrashed and strained against each other, breasts heaving, breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel her strength, but I was possessed, consumed by the need to dominate. Then something i can't explain, happened: I blinked, momentarily stunned as Rimru conjured a strap-on out of thin air. Before I could react, she had flipped our positions and was looming over me, a wicked grin on her face. I felt the cool silicone press against my dripping folds, and despite myself, I gasped as she pushed forward, filling me with a sudden, overwhelming sensation of pleasure. My hips bucked involuntarily, meeting her thrusts as she set a relentless pace. Lost in the haze of sensation, it took me a moment to realize what was happening. I could only moan and groan. But then my competitive spirit burned the haze of lust from my mind! With a lust fueled fit of rage, I managed to pin her down forcing her into a powerful orgasm, leaving her spent. My victory secured, and not wanting any more tricks from her, I tied her and positioned on all fours, before donning her own devilish toy. I set a punishing pace, pounding into her with a ferocity born of rage and triumph. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the gym as I took my pleasure, marking Rimru as my conquest. She was powerless to resist, bound and at my mercy. I could feel her body tensing, could hear the desperate cries spilling from her lips, but I did not relent. I would have my victory. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and held her there, claiming my prize as the last of my rage and reckless abandon drained away.

Hellish Rebuke
I strutted into the gym the next day, my eyes gleaming with cocky confidence. The memory of my victory over Rimru still fresh in my mind, I felt invincible, untouchable, and I was ready to dominate once again.
Rimru was already there, stretching on the mats. She looked up as I approached, a mysterious smile playing at the corners of her dark eyes. I smirked back, certain that I could handle whatever she threw at me. We circled each other, hands clasped, before the ref called for the start of the match. We grappled and clawed at each other, sweat flying as we battled for control. But Rimru seemed different today, more playful, more teasing. She would let me take the lead, only to suddenly reverse our positions and leave me breathless. One moment, I had her pinned, claiming my dominance. The next, she had hooked a leg around my thigh, lifting it high and tangling it on the rope, exposing my dripping sex to the cool air of the gym as her devilish toy invaded me once more. I gasped, and moaned, lost in the haze of lust and desire, feeling the slickness of my arousal coat my inner thighs.But before I could react, Rimru had pulled away, leaving me aching and empty. I snarled in frustration... She didn't even finish me! I lunged at her with renewed vigor. We clashed again and again. Three times she reversed my holds, three times she brought me to the brink of ecstasy only to deny me my release. Each time, I could feel my body trembling, my core clenching around nothing as I cried out in desperate need. The final time, she had me folded like a lawn chair, my legs pressed against my chest, my hair brushing the mats as she loomed over me. I was at her mercy, completely at the mercy of her devilish grin and her wicked strap-on. With a final, masterful thrust, she buried herself inside me, and I was lost. My body convulsed, back arching as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me. I squirted, my juices gushing out around her, soaking the mats and my own skin. The world went black as I passed out from the intensity of my peak. When I woke up, I found the place empty as I lay there in a puddle of my own shame. Next to me a single a scrap of paper, right there where I had been so thoroughly conquered. With shaking hands, I reached for it, unfolding the note to reveal Rimru's neat, looping handwriting.

"I hope your rest was as satisfying as our match. I look forward to our next encounter. Until then, think of me. And call me. Perhaps next time, I'll let you finish. ;) - Rimru".
Cocky bitch!