Victory conditions: victory can be achieved only by submission or disqualification
“To be honest, I was confident that your sister would get her debut before you did,” Victoria said.
"There is nothing surprising in this opinion," replied Sintharia, "my beloved older sister is always in the spotlight, while I prefer to remain in the shadows."
"I wonder why?" the manager asked sarcastically, adjusting her glasses.
The brown-haired woman finished her warm-up and turned to Victoria. There was not a single hint in her eyes that she took this innocent joke easily. She slowly began to approach Victoria. And when she stopped a meter from her, a shiver ran down the manager's back. Sintharia looked into her eyes and she had the impression that she was seeing right through her. No, not only that. What is this strange feeling? Was it... fear?
“Because the most painful strike is the one you don't expect,” Sintharia said in a murderously calm voice.
Victoria had an incredible desire to jump up and run away. But the American woman relieved her of this need. Without saying anything more, Sintharia left the locker room. She walked calmly down the long corridor. In spite of everything, this evening was really unusual. Lunara was always the one who walked in front, all the time. And Sintharia had nothing against it. But today, for the first time in a long time, she had the opportunity to get ahead of her sister. And such an opportunity should not be missed. She stopped in front of the curtains. The young woman ran her tongue over her lips, her eyes narrowed.
“The web is woven,” she said.
Entrance Music
Attire
She slowly started down the ramp. And with each new step the rumble in the hall increased. In her appearance, a certain aristocracy was clearly read. A beautiful and neat face with two symmetrical moles under the eyes. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the spotlight. And her outfit perfectly emphasized both her appearance and her mystery.
Sintharia climbed the metal steps and grabbed the top rope. Pushing herself off the edge of the ring, she elegantly rolled over the top rope, landing first on her right foot and then on her left. The Komodo Dragon stepped into the center of the ring and looked around the audience. There was a coldness in her eyes, but at the same time there was something hypnotizingly attractive. The brown-haired woman put her right hand on her waist and extended her left hand forward, as if beckoning the audience to her.
When her music ended, she immediately went to her corner, not paying any attention to the referee. She turned to face the center of the ring and folded her arms under her chest. There was practically no emotion on her face, just a strange slight smile. And this clearly added some note of mystery to her image. Many simply did not know what to expect from her. But soon they will find out. Sintharia was here for one thing only. But she was not going to lay all the cards on the table. She will get what she needed anyway. The only question was, can she keep her inner impulses and not let the mask that hid her true nature fall?