Match Type
Standard
Victory Conditions
Pinfall, Submission, or KO
***
Tina Armstrong.
As imposing and dominating as Bast had been in her debuting weeks, there were some who thought she was punching above her station by taking on a former and likely future champion. If that was a concern on the mind of Cersei, however, she didn’t show it now - at this moment, she stood in the middle of the ring as Bast’s theme music died down, pacing around the squared circle as Bast stood in the middle of the ring, arms folded, staring straight down the ramp like a living monolith. The crowd booed them, as always, but she was undeterred, and spoke through the microphone, letting her sonorous voice drown them all out.
”Quiet, quiet everyone.” To the surprise of no one, the crowd only grew louder, but Cersei just smirked and went on. ”We’ll begin the slaughter soon, don’t worry. Before we do, however, I’d like to share a short story with you, one that I think will have a certain significance to a certain woman - namely, Alaina Sanders.”
That brought out a cheer from the crowd, as the well-liked heroine drew love from the Japanese onlookers. She’d become a staple in the wrestling world, a pillar of the community, one of the most respected names in their sport.
Precisely the reaction that Cersei wanted. ”Alaina, I wish to share with you the story of the dinosaurs. You see, long ago, they lived and dominated this world. They were found on every continent, spread across the globe, and were a key piece of every ecosystem. They were dominant, unassailable, the master of their domain, and it seemed as if nothing could challenge their reign…that is, until something finally did.”
Cersei stepped back and put a hand on Bast’s shoulder, giving it a gentle rub as her sister kept her place, just as she’d been told to. ”You see, Alaina, in the end, all it took to take down the dinosaurs was a rock. A meteor. A chunk about the size of a mountain that could’ve flown anywhere in the universe, but by a billion-to-one chance, it smashes into this planet and alters the entire course of history. The moral of this story, Alaina? The meteor comes for us all, sooner or later. Everything crumbles. Everything dies. Fear it, run from it, it will make no difference. The end is inevitable and your clock. Is. Ticking.”
With that out of the way, Cersei stepped back and set her focus to the curtain alongside Bast, waiting for her opponent to come out. Needless to say, but she’d been waiting for this moment for quite some time…
