Alya entered as her theme played.
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Her attire was rather unique in LAW.
She went down the ramp toward the ring. There was no flirtatious skip in her step, simply cold, directed purpose. Once she’d reach the ring, she’d climb the steps, again without any showiness, then step into the ring. She’d then walk to the ropes furthest from her, to receive a microphone, before stepping back to the corner of the ring.
As she brought the microphone her mouth, her right bicep curled. For someone looking for something attractive on Alya, despite her extremely conservative attire, there was much to see. Saytara was a monstrously powerfully built woman. Her musculature was certainly not near the largest to be found among the woman LAW, they were visibly incredibly solid, as though she was carved from rock. This, Alya, was more than fine exhibitioning. Infact, though she’d not put it in words, the fact her beauty was apparent through her attire was of tremendous pride to her and was s nkt insignificant part of why she worked out as much as she did.
She then began to speak into the microphone:
“For those of you who do not have the honour of knowing me yet, may I introduce myself. I am Saytara, The Dubai Deathstorm, Alya Khawaja. I hail from the United Arab Emirates, though, as I am sure you can tell by my accent, I have lived for years in the United Kingdom. I have a message to every fan of LAW, a message that will come as a nightmare to many, yes, but be recognized as salvation by some. “I have that same message for all the women of LAW. A warning of a storm, a struggle, that is to be the death of much of a pestilence in LAW, that’s about to tear through the ring & the locker room.” She began, walking slowly around the ring, microphone in hand.
“LAW, is the greatest venue for sports combat there’s ever been. Vicious battles are fought, lost and won by some of the most formidable fighters to ever live. These battles are often fought not only for sport, but as conflict between hated foes that want to do nothing less than destroy one another. Blood is shed, bones are broken, people get seriously hurt, by people intending to cause serious harm.” Alya said, the eagerness in her voice in describing this all apparent.
“If this was all there was to LAW, I would consider my participation in it to be purely an honour of a lifetime. But, there is a sickness in LAW, that perverts it from what it could be. From what it should. I don't care that this sickness is sanctioned by management, it disgusts me all the same. It is a sickness that while it may not ever be cured, can certainly be controlled, restrained.” The disgust in her voice was coming through now.
“I speak of the sexual pleasure seekers, the hentai wrestlers, that ‘fight’ to bathe themselves for a satisfaction opposite to that gained from violent struggle & to cover themselves bodily fluids other than sweat & blood. Then, there are the equally degenerate, voyeuristic fans who have a preference for that over proper combat. This inclination does not stop at hentai, in infects all combat with a cloying stickiness that removes the edge from all battle.” Saytara’s voice was shifting into angry disdain now.
“Many of these ‘hentai’ wrestlers are simply pathetic curs who’d shatter in the face of truly destructive combat and therefore choose this soft exhibitionism instead. That alone is disgraceful. However, what is most tragic, is that many of LAW’s greatest warriors, or at least those who hold its greatest titles, stoop to this, championship contenders, even champions!" She continued. The crowd mixed , throughout so far turned more decisively to booing.
"I have no doubt that among even those great warriors, that their capacity for battle has atrophied for the softness of sex. That's right, I don't think they pose the threat that they think they are and may lose what sets them apart entirely in time. LAW is at its best, when its wrestlers are fueled by mutual, hard edged spite. I don't only want to win, I want to see my foe defeated. I want them in physical & emotional pain. I do not wish them well, before or after the match, except perhaps so that I, rather than someone else, be the one that breaks them. Something must be done to reinforce that hostility in LAW! That is why I am now launching this Sacred Struggle for the primacy of cold, ruthless, combat!” Alya's voice shifted in the end towards a sort of exhausted desperation. But that would grow into a viciously determined tone.
“Now, I am no lobbyist, I am a fighter, my method for achieving my goals here will not be complaint, it will be combat, not advocacy, but aggression, not persuasion, but punishment. Wherever, whenever I have the chance, with whatever weapons are at my disposal, I will, if only partially, redeem LAW through the sweat & blood that hydrates its greatness!” Saytara exclaimed. This helped to turn things back in her favor with the crowd, who didn't want to see fighting, after all?
“If this is merely a futile fight for the impossible, I will bathe in the glory of a righteous struggle and partake in the type of relentless all out battle fought not only for sport, but sincere disdain for one’s foe! To defend oneself against me, will by its nature elevate what is truly great about LAW. To the Hentai wrestlers of LAW, other more capable but no less degenerate exhibitionists and those who simply wish yo do little more than 'spar', you better watch your back, or I, Alya Khawaja, The Dubai Deathstorm, Saytara, promise to break it!” She concluded with emphasis. The crowd had now reached its loudest.