Match Stipulations: Victory by knocking out your opponent via smother.
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That all changed, however, when a familiar theme played over the loudspeakers.
Roar of Dedede - Metal Version by Lame Genie
The hammer.
The blue hair.
The long, flowing robe.
It could only be one wrestler, and that was confirmed when she threw her fist into the sky and let out her battlecry.
”RAH!”
So much so, in fact, that she thought it called for a change of plans. She had just intended to come out here and wait for opponent to come down the ramp, but she figured it couldn't hurt to engage in her favorite pre-match antic: The promo. She strutted around the ring, snatched up the announcer’s microphone before she knew what was going on, and slide into the ring while the crowd continued their chants.
“RAH! RAH! RAH!”
”Well well well!” She threw her hammer up in time to their chants as she marched around the ring. ”Looks like I’ve got one or two fans in the audience, huh? For those of you who don’t know, I am the dominating, the daring, the dashing, the dreaded and defiant, Queen Dedede! Ruler of the ring, empress of the swing!” She demonstrated, too, bringing her arms around in a huge arc that made the referee jump back. ”And I hereby stake LAW as my territory! The heavyweight belt? Mine. The LAWless Championship? Mine. Tag titles? Mine and mine. Hell, I might even throw a match or two just to take the Loser’s title! Because what the Queen wants, the Queen gets, and today? The Queen. Wants. Gold.”
God, she loved this job.
“But!” She pointed to the ceiling. ”As a true monarch, I’m willing to put action behind my words. So! Whoever’s waiting to come out, no hard feelings, but I’ll be demolishing you today. It’ll be hard. It’ll be ugly. It’ll be the worst experience of your soon-to-be shortened life! Don’t take it so hard, though - someone had to be the first, after all. You just drew an unlucky hand.”
With the smuggest smile she could muster, Queen Dedede tossed the microphone out of the ring, nearly bopping the announcer, before she stepped back to her corner and leaned against it, waiting to make history with whomever she was up against.