Reigniting The Flame

[Violet]

The world of wrestling is vast! Small indie leagues peppered across all corners of the world. Nations build star-studded, hand-picked teams to fight for their pride and glory. And a few crown jewels set hopeful wrestlers, good or bad, with their own origins and intentions up for the international stage! Simply put, the options are endless for fighters to thrive! Newcomers or veterans of the trade hopping promotions due to bad blood, disagreements, opportunities or for just plain 'ol experience! But for some, nothing beats their very first in the big leagues. Especially if it's LAW!

Ichika Rei was one of them. Being scouted for LAW's equivalent in the States. A new land, new faces (and heels) to fight and all the opportunities that came with it was just too good to pass up! Something her mother also ventured in their career and the young bluenette immediately understood why! 2 years in, with a ton of matches and an army of fans behind her back. It's wrestling heaven!

But one interview question was all it took to fan the flames! The young bluenette expressing how she missed Japan, LAW, in particular. The arena, the fights and the crowd. Like flicking a domino piece off a perfect piece, everything soon followed. Rumors, speculators, avid fans stirring it up online, leaks, and vague clues in tweets and stories! All built up to pile up the hype for one night!

Entrance Music

The familiar music finally went back to this arena and the crowd's reaction was aplomb! Cheers, screams, jumps and slapping their friends' arms as if in disbelief of what they had been talking about for weeks!

Ichika Rei

Soon enough, the girl they have been waiting for stood through the smoke, a hand on one hips with a grin, looking at the crowd and basking at the welcome before raising both hands to level up the cheers once more. Ichika Rei! More mature, experienced and with a new look! She trotted down the same ramp and high fived the fans clad in a blue and white outfit adorned with flames! A tight leotard expertly cut to both highlight her nubile figure and flaunt her athletic physique. White boots trailing to her upper thighs and sports gloves to her biceps.

She then climbed into the aprons and weaved on the middle ropes. Mic held with both hands, clearly too giddy to calm herself as well. "Tadaimaaa! watashi ni aitakatta?" (I'm baaack! Did you miss me?) The crowd cheered, widening Ichika's grin ear to ear as she bowed for the crowd. "Thank youu! Thank youu! I missed you too!"

"As you all know, I wrestled in the USA for two years. It was a great opportunity and a wonderful time." Ichika paced the ring. "I met new friends and fought many matches. But even still, I knew LAW's still my home!" Ichika smiled and laughed as the crowd cheered and whistled.

"Now I'm back. I'm happy to report I'm more better than ever!" Ichika turned around, one foot tiptoed, pelvis up and arms flexed to the side to show off her wings and biceps with a laugh "Huh! Am I right?" before taking a stand in the center of the ring

"And with my new look, and the skills and experience I got while I was away, I'll make sure I can become your heroine that you could root for!" And as the crowd cheered, Ichika pointed to the gorilla position. "Which is why I'm issuing an open challenge, right here, right now!" The crowd shocked at the sudden declaration. "Whoever's out there, come out, fight me and meet the new Ichika!"

[Monsy]

Now the crowd can only murmur. They wondered, pondered. Who might it be? What if she fails? No, Ichika Rei can’t fail. Not on a return. But… what if? There’s no way. But out that door could come anyone. Someone better. More viscous. Someone so diabolical, it becomes their strength. Or perhaps someone who just wanted to win more than she did.

Someone…

Like Vorona…

The music commanded a sense of quiet throughout the arena. Fans hummed, clenched their knees and gave their disapproval through scrutinizing eyes. Oh no, their eyes could say. Was Ichika ready for this? Was now the central question as feathers dropped onto the stage. Winter Songbird and Vorona strut from the back into view. Vorona had a dignified strut. Winter, a frolic and skip that was always right behind. They stomped at the ramp.

Vorona and Winter both wore cloaks around their shoulders that reached their ankles. Underneath, wrestling boots. Vorona spread her arms wide, tipped her chin high and unveiled her wrestling attire underneath. A black high-cut leotard that hugged around her upper waist, with fishnets down her entire leg, black lace-up boots, a stomach window with a tattoo in the middle, a latexed chest and arm-sleeves that went to mid-bicep and hooked on her middle finger. Not to mention the black choker, the black lipstick and eyeliner, the black eyes with a red X in the middle. The black and white hair down into a ponytail with red accents. The master artist in her entirety.

Winter for her part, could only point her arms with open palms, beam a closed-eyed grin and then lean back on one foot to silently scream, SHE IS HERE! EVERYONE! BEHOLD! SHE IS HERE!

It was her favourite part of the evening, where her heart was buzzing in the pictures she’ll review when they get home. How they looked. How she’ll search for flaws on how to improve the striking image and get teary when there were none. She was just so happy. And now Winter took Vorona’s hand and they walked down together. Winter kept her skip and Vorona kept her strut. Vorona walked up the steps first, then Winter followed, still with linked hands. Vorona sat the ropes and let Winter in. Not before an obligatory kiss on the back of Winter’s white-bowed hand. Then Vorona joined.

Vorona took lead in confronting Ichika. They were of similar size and stature, but it was still no challenge to look down on the reemerging heroine. She sneered for a second, judged them, then gestured her hand for a microphone. Winter went to the ropes, reached through, grabbed the first one that was offered then gave it to Vorona.

Vorona put it to her lips, said, “The new… Ichika.” Vorona leaned her head, looked them up and down and said, “You know what I see? Someone, woefully, unprepared for what she stepped into. This?” Vorona looked left and right slowly, spreading her arms again. “Has become my show. And I’ll be happy to teach another little one their place within it. Under…boot…”

“And swimming in paint. Destroyed. Smushed. Naked. Once a loser, only a loser.” Winter added. Then with a glance from Vorona, she got her cue to take off Vorona’s coat and unveil her

, folding it over her small arm. Now all eyes were on Ichika and her response. And any last declarations before the referee can come down to the ring and let these two have at it!

[Violet]

Ichika, for all she got from her time in America, one of the most important was confidence! A product of a knack for encountering bad gals, intentional or not, and an ever-sharpening set of assets to deal with just that. Coupled with theatrics and bravado, a new heroine is born! One that the bluenette didn't keep repressed for her return promo. Big words and a pointed finger at the girls backstage. All that was left was for someone to come out of it. Someone she could take, she hoped. But it didn't matter as the ominous music of the one who heeded the call soon took hold. Judging by the tone of the song and the quiet of the crowd that followed, the girl behind this isn't as cheery as she is.

Ichika dropped her finger and looked as her opponent came down the ramp. A wrestler with all the boxes of a hallmark heel checked. Arrogance like no other, and even a die-hard follower in tow. They stepped into the ring as if they owned it, no surprise, and stood just in front of the bluenette as if to size her up but looked down on her nonetheless. Ichika had a fair bit of experience with these at the start of the matches. Which is why her arm with the mic dangled to her side, and the other planted to her hip as they spoke.

And after, she let the air stay still as they stewed over their words and with a smirk, raised her mic to speak. "Is this servant of yours fighting with you in the ring?" Ichika addressed Voro straight, not even recognizing Winter. "Do you need that much help to make this your show?" she scoffed. "Because if not, I'd suggest you shut her up if you don't want her pinned after I deal with you." Ichika bent slightly forward, looking straight at Winter as if to make it clear if the words didn't suffice.

"And you want everyone to know that this is now your show? Then how about we fight a best-of-three wrestling match? That enough for me to drill into your brain that it isn't?" Ichika spread her arms wide and spun as if a call to the now action-hungry crowd of what was to come as they cheered and urged for Vorona's answer.

[Monsy]

Servant?!

Winter puffed her cheeks, glaring. Just the hell does this bitch she is?! Ooh, she’s gonna bend them into pretzels. But when she takes a step, a hand meets her shoulder. “Eh?” And Winter looks up, spying Voro looking forward, then huffs. She looks at the ground beside them, listening, thinking…

Yeah, Blah-blah-blah, OF COURSE THIS IS HER SHOW. Then, a threat. Winter looked up at Voro again, saw her chin tip down and glared at Ichika herself. Oooh, yes. Yes. Now they progress to the asses of whoopings! Vorona covered Winter’s ears, clicking her tongue, pulling her close and holding Winter there.

That enough for me to drill into your brain that it isn’t?
“Funny. I was going to propose the same thing.” She let Winter go, leaned down and whispered into her ear.

“Run along now, but stay ready to… Answer my call.” Winter frowns, ultimately saddened they weren’t going to KICK the blue right out of this Bluenette’s hair. But, there was always something fonder that she considered. That Vorona was fighting for her honour. Yes, it’s true. And she blushed about it, got her face red pondering it, so nodded to the command, stole a kiss and then went off, exiting the ring to stand at ringside, twirling.

“Does that answer your earlier question about my dearest Winter?” And now she stepped in. One step became two, then she attempted to press their chests together in the middle of the ring. Eye-to-eye. A stoic face casting judgement. “After I sweep this contest, she’ll be the one to welcome you back, properly. LAW isn’t for little heroines anymore. It’s for real talent. Which means…”

Her finger dabbed Ichika on her chest, then pushed. “Not you.”