Guitar pedals dropped into a shoulder-rolling thrum from
1992. The music played rough and the crowd became accustomed to just who that belonged to. They reacted with such. Jeers, from the first ranks and a few back from ringside, waiting and drawn along for the riff of the urbancore pirate’s anthem.
‘COME ON’ -- The song dropped into its second phase.
Angelina cruised across the stage on her ZERO skateboard, a cherry popsicle in her mouth. The crowd became more vocal. Boos and the odd cheer from the pirate fanbase. Neither of which moved her. In typical fashion, she wore her black leather coat, bedecked in grunge tattoo designs across its surface in irregular patterns. Her main fit was a crop-top, black, short-sleeves, with a white horned skull on her chest, and the chequered black and red skirt, fit down to about mid-thigh. There were fishnets across her tummy, forearm sleeves and thighs. Stockings carried on from there, black, with three white stripes on top, leading down to hard leather boots. Add on a choker and a necklace, and ya get the full 'drobe
She ollied the crack at the ramp and raced her way down, bent her knees, leaned back slightly and serpentined the last few feet to get a sharp turn going. At the steps, she ollied again, hit her nose on the ridge, rode it and completed the one-eighty on the dip and switched to ride goofy.
Then, bailed off her board. Her eyes went wide as she stared at ringside. A strip of hardcore pirate fans, with their skulled black shirts, headband plastic horns and one, in particular, had a very bold attempt to rock her likeness. Red haired wig, the horns headband, but also the jacket -- minus the tat designs, skirt and fishnet, bundled up into one pretty alright look. They had the body type, but were clearly taller, their lips were also more plump, jawline was a bit wider, and you can see blonde hair poke out like an undergrowth on their head. Their eyes were also brown.
Still, Angelina walked over to them, pulled out her popsy stick, swallowing the treat. They got close. Real close. They wavered back, with Angelina’s head tilting, adding to her cues. She then placed her stick between their lips, stepped back and had a small laugh.
“Wuss!”
Chance missed. Angelina had her fun, so scaled those steps, ran across the apron, arm across the top rope. Her momentum went to the turnbuckle pads, scaling them quickly while her upper-body lagged behind, then pushed off and backflipped into the ring. She landed sound, then scaled the corner again, with one boot on the middle and one on top, crossing her arms across her chest and flipping dual birds. The skull and cross-birds.
Then she discarded her leather jacket with a throw, landing on the floor. She hopped down with a one-eighty, stepped forward with this moxie footing, swinging the leg while stretching her arms overhead.
“Mmmmgh!” And groaned like she just woke up, sighing after her shoulder made a great pop.
“O-Kay!” Now, her opponent had full attention.
“Yo-yo-yo! Lookin’ good, lookin’ fine, girl. Name's Angelina. A.T if ya fancy.”
