Her musical cue and lights hit and shocked her out of her reverie! "That's yer cue kid!" Urged the production assistant beside the curtain. A gentle shove sent the tiny blonde stumbling onto the entrance ramp and into the spot lights!
"G-gosh! So bright!" She brought a hand up to cover her eyes and allow them to focus on the roaring fans! A smile forced its way onto her pretty young face and she threw her hands up in sheer joy! "H-hello everybody! I'm Sonata! Nice to meet you!" She called out to the fans as she waved and made her way to the ring. They couldn't hear her of course.
The Pixie of Pain, as she'd come to be known on the boxing circuit, wore a blue lycra leotard she'd received in dance class. The waist was adorned with cute little white frills. It clung to her lithe curves. Nobody would call Sonata voluptuous. She had small, pert breasts that were further compressed by the tight fitting garment. Her backside was another story. Plump and firm, it was a butt molded through hard work and fitness.
Her hair hung loose, down to her waist. Finally, red ribbon adorned her wrist. She'd roll into the ring under the bottom rope and move to the center of the ring to indulge in the was of the audiences adoration. She looked too cute to be a fighter. Anyone who made that assumption in the past ended up staring at the lights!
As the announcer stepped into the center of the ring to make the introductions she removed the ribbon from her wrist and began to tie her hair up. The time to be pretty was over. Now it was time to inflict some pain!
"Introducing first! Fighting out of Tokyo, Japan! Weighing in at 95 pounds! The Pixie of Pain! SO-NA-TAAAAA!"
Sonata
