Wendy had been the first to make her entrance to the ring. When the lights went dark on the stage, the crowd started to cheer as the scheduled event was about to get underway!
"SON OF A
BITCH!!!"
The vocalist's voice rang through the arena with an explosion of pyro that fired high up into the air! Lynx's opponent appeared upon the explosion of pyro, silhouetted against the stage lighting from behind, arms high up in a scintillating pose, one arm raised, with her other hand gently pulling down her bottom lip with her pointer finger, giving the crowd bedroom eyes which drew a wild response.
"God likes me! I am the best!"
Lights illuminated from high above, shining a spotlight on the newcomer. Pure red pigtails. Blue and white striped dress. White and red stockings. And one hell of a smug look on her face as she rests one hand on her hip, and struts her way down the ramp.
"Fuck every! Body! Else! SUCK ON MY
DICK!!"
On cue, Wendy turns towards one side of the crowd, tongue out as she gives a vulgar thrust of her hips in a 'Suck it' motion with her hands before continuing her way towards the ring.
"I'm perfect! I am the best! Fuck every! Body! E-e-e-e-lllse!"
Wendy makes her way up the ring stairs, and walks along the ring apron outside the ropes while the vocalist's voice continued to scream. She runs one arm along the ropes, back turned towards the ring, and facing towards the crowd.
"God likes me..."
As the music's tempo slowed down a bit, Wendy starts a provocative, mesmerizing dance with her hips, her legs, her body is a single, fluid, undulating motion, mixed with sharp, sudden motions at the sound of the bass, her body working in perfect tune to the slowed beat.
"I need a witness to my life it wasn’t this way all the time
Got money, got girls, get high, can you fuckin’ believe it? NO!!"
As the tempo picked back up again, she raises her leg up and brings it over the middle rope, straddling the middle rope while ducking under the top rope, and makes her way to her corner while the music starts to die down. This was the first major event she had ever been a part of. Was she nervous? Fuck no! The way she saw it, it was her vs 14 losers. Didn't matter who they were, they were still losers to her. She was the only winner around here.
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Wendy had watched every girl's entrance as they came in, and now they were all in the ring with her. She had her spot in the corner, and glances around at the other women in the ring. Who was it gonna be.... Who was gonna be the first bitch she takes out? The bitch in the red gym outfit and twin tails? Nah, someone else could take care of her.
She also noticed a girl who she had totally owned in her first fight here. Toying with her seemed like it could be fun.
Oh god... the loser's champ was here? Really? She still fought here? How could she still keep competing after suffering the shame she did? Pathetic.
Most of the other girls didn't particularly stick out to her, except for one. The bitch in the red and yellow. It reminded her too much of the clown. She felt her blood boiling as she could practically picture the clown's head on top of that gaudy outfit. Her. She'd be the first bitch she'd make an example of. But when the bell rang, she was sure as hell NOT going to be one of the ones to charge out first. Anyone with half a brain knew that these kinds of fights were all about picking and choosing your battles, and having your head on a swivel. Let the other morons clash first before she makes HER move.
