“Stay.” She said to the door, leaving for the ring. Lights became shadows as Karla’s music thumped, leaving an imposing silence until the techno dropped. Hoots, dog whistles, and boos started right away. Gleaming spotlights focused on her presence; reflecting off the rubber from her skin-tight black bodysuit. It hugged her curves nicely, from her wide hips to the abs engraved on her stomach. She also donned a fuzzy white coat with long sleeves, its tail reaching her knees. And to top it off, she covered her eyes with red sunglasses.
Spoiler
“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a No-Holds-Barred match scheduled for one fall! Making her way now, Karla ‘Ray’ Reinhardt!〞
She struck a pose by leaning on one hip, raising one arm straight up, then reaching behind her head to grab the elbow, then she strode towards the ring. She gave both sectors of the audience the same wry smirk, noticing that Karla started twirling a dog collar on her pointer finger. She took her sweet time climbing the ring steps, walking across the ring apron while gesturing for a microphone; entering the ring once they granted her request.
“Ssssshhhhh…” She cooed into the mic, pacing around the ropes as her music came to a close.
“That’s it. Now if only the other so-called wrestlers were this obedient. Wow, I know you lower-class folks just love hearing my name by now, I’m sure the announcer too never tires of it. Karla, Ray, Reinhardt. K….R….R.” She paused, grabbing a rope.
“In fact, I thought it was so good, I don’t want you saying the other poor girl’s name, no, I won’t allow it. Now I did a report on this girl by using, well, money of course. Do you know what the first thing they told me? That she’s a coward. I even had people come to me and say, ‘Please take her lightly K.R.R, show mercy, Miss Reinhardt. You want to know what I said?” She raised the collar in her hand, “What better reason to break her in half.”
She laughed once more, stepping to the centre of the ring and facing the rampway.
“Now, let’s welcome our scared damsel. AHEM… She weighs in a jittery one hundred and something pounds, hailing from who cares, standing at a height beneath my heels, do welcome... Ichika… Rei!”
Once Karla had her fun, she awaited with a tipped-up chin and crossed arms. The audience joined this call, but nothing happened. Having believed her scheme had succeeded, she said one more thing in the mic before tossing it.
“Figures.”
Just like that, she was making her way to the exit, already on the apron which faced the rampway, prepared to leave if her opponent continued to be a no show.
