One could hardly expect to see an arena as packed as this during a major tournament, much less a personal promotion for a fresh face. The rafters where packed shoulder to shoulder with murmuring crowds, layers upon layers of hentai wrestling enthusiasts peering over each other in hopes of catching a glimpse of the gorgeous heavyweight.
Tonight's display was like none other LAW had ever put forward for a debutant, and Malika was at the center of it all. She sat atop a royal throne placed in the center of the ring, it's plush velvet cushions adapting to her toned curves, while intricate designs adorned the golden accents of her arm and headrests. She sat with perfect posture, back straight and bare feet flat against the canvas. A silk cape draped across her shoulders and swept the mat below, while the glimmering golden jewelry she wore all throughout her body helped to complete the rest of her regalia. But none were so stark as the assortment of chains that adorned her muscled form, each one wrapped around both body and chair as if bounding her permanently to her regal place.
Malika
Dangling above Malika was a square cage large enough to encompass the entire ring. While there were no plans of putting it into good use for tonight, Malika had demanded that the structure be assembled nonetheless. All the elements of her display went beyond just theatrics. They were like jigsaw pieces, each one working together in tandem to deliver a broader symbol. The message tonight had to be crystal clear.
A pyrotechnics display suddenly engulfed the ring in a cloud of smoke and fire. Towering flames shot forth from the four corners of the ring, basking Malika in a shower of golden red sparks. The crowd gasped as Malika sat unflinching, her face expressionless with closed eyes as she slowly disappeared into the cloud of smoke. Ethereal music seeped from the arena speakers heightening the shroud of mystery that surrounded the already extraordinary woman.
Theme
"For far too long, women have run amok in this very ring, laying claim to one another for your entertainment. You may not have known it until now, but it saddens me to say, that all you have witnessed in this league is just lust in it's most basic form." Malika declared, her voiced picked up and echoed by the in-ring microphones. A murmur rippled throughout the crowd, silenced once again by her outstretched hand.
"These...these wrestlers, they claim to be so much more. Some come to you as queens, others as goddesses..." She bit her bottom lip, quivering anger slowly beginning to replace her once stone cold expression.
"IMPOSTERS! Imposters I say! They know nothing of love, or how to wield it. And to think they do it in your name, for your satisfaction!"
"You have been fed crumbs compared to what I can provide!" The large woman bellowed. Her voice shook the arena to it's very core, the entire crowd waiting with baited breath. "But who is this woman who makes such a statement I hear you ask? Who is she, to speak so little of the women she claims destined to destroy?"
"I am no other than Malika, Child of Shangri-La, Chosen one of the Pantheon of Love Goddesses, and tonight, your Empress! You have all just witnessed me free myself from my chains, leaving me bound only to you, my loyal subjects! Now, my faithful patrons, I have come to claim this domain. The Queendom of Hentai is mine for the taking and yours to witness. Join me in my coronation, worship me, if you wish to be enthralled by my Eroticism!"
The structural integrity of the building was put into question as the crowd erupted in a cascade of cheers and hollers powerful enough to shake the arena. Malika simply stared up at them all, deep seated satisfaction hidden beneath her stoic gaze. On cue, a ref girl made her way through the ropes and towards the center of the ring. In her hands was a crown of gorgeous detail, specially fitted to sit atop the head of the self-declared Empress. Malika made her way back to the throne, her eyes steadfast in front of her as she sat down. The ref girl seemed frozen in her shadow, awestruck by Malika's magnificence. A quick glare was enough to snap her back into following the script.
She stood just behind the throne, standing on her tiptoes in an effort to elevate the crown just above Malika's head. "I decl... I mean, LAW hereby declares Malika the, uh, Empress... of Eroticism!" The ref girl stammered. Another round of pyrotechnics and fanfare trumpets accompanied the declaration, as the referee slowly brought her arms downwards, bringing the crown inches away from Malika's crest where the out-of-the-blue contender would soon be propelled into a near deity-like status!
