The anticipatory murmer of the crowd grew hushed as the LAW titantron went dark, along with most of the arena lights. A low chorus of Russian voices, male and female spilled from the speakers, softly at first, before the Russian Victory March erupted in both speed and intensity.
Theme music
"Introducing first! From Saint Petersburg, Russia, The Iron Soldier, Zarya Volkov!"
Serious and sullen eyed, she reached the ring and climbed onto the apron, stepping easily over the top rope and sleeping the cap off as she did so. In her revealing red and gold two piece, Zarya looked every bit as solid as her *iron* moniker would suggest, while her plump breasts and narrow waist lent her an hour-glass figure that was distinctly feminine despite her intensely trained musculature. The only flaw to her well sculpted physique were the long, slash-like scars along her arms, shoulders and thighs, as if she'd been raked with a bears claws.