"And introducing her opponent! From Hokaido, Japan!" The announcer roared as the stage was bathed in jade. A noticeable omission, he was instructed not to mention her Idol group, Courage Generation.
"COURAGE! Ta-Ke-Miiii!"
The green lights spun and centered upon the entryway, heralding her arrival! She emerged from the curtains, resplendent in green!
White boots wrestling boots led her down the ramp towards the ring. Her smooth legs were adorned by a sheer bodystocking that ran all the way up to her neck. Despite her bare skin being covered, it made her curves ever more appealing. Pulling them taut and supporting them.
She wore a tight-fitting leotard atop the bodysuit. The colors had been chosen with intent... Green, like her mother. And white, like her idol background. She was choosing to acknowledge both of those things now. Her wrestling lineage was a part of her. It left her mid-section exposed, her flat tummy on display, and cupped her heavy breasts. The leotard and stocking both split to expose the delectable valley of her cleavage. A symbol. Her heart was exposed. It was purely coincidental that the area above it was a mouth-watering temptation for fans and foes alike.
Her arms were sheathed in gloves that ran past her elbow. They added an air of nobility along with the large bow that bound her luxurious and long hair in a ponytail that swept behind her like a cape. The only things that remained from her previous look were her trademark glasses and the heart-stopping green eyes behind them.
She walked to the ring with a microphone in hand, belting out the lyrics to her entrance theme! A proud, bold song that was just as courageous as her namesake. And tonight she really gave it her all. Belting the song from the depths of her belly. For the audience, it was an exhilarating performance!
But for Courage it was a crutch.
She was terrified! Terrified of the twisted arena that her match would be taking place within. This was far from a regular wrestling match. The sacred ring had been converted into a monstrosity of jagged metal. It would be a horror show. There was no chance she would escape unmarred. And so singing helped her to think about anything other than her perfect alabaster skin being split open. Or the pristine white of her leotard being stained red with her own blood.
She continued to sing as she gingerly slipped between the barbed wire that served as a perimeter for their match. The toes of her boots just barely touched the mass of thumbtacks in the center of the ring. And when the song ended, she closed her eyes and let the microphone drop. She sucked in her lower lip as she drew in a deep breath. And then she slowly released the breath. A long, forlorn exhale with her eyes still closed behind her glasses.
