HENTAI IS ALLOWED
WIN VIA: PINFALL / SUBMISSION
"This match is scheduled for one fall and to be won by pinfall or submission. Introducing First... From Vladivostok Russia... Standing in at five-foot-four-inches and one-hundred and twenty-two pounds.... Vooooroooonnaaaa!"
A spotlight casts on one . The angel with a voice to give. The stage was a late evening with a break of moonlight on the Angel. Winter, dolled up in feathers and a white dress, was on her knees. Her smile gleams like crystals, with certain beads on her dress sparkling as a misty glow comes off dress. When Vorona’s begins to play, the main act begins.
She starts in a prayer position, smiling with a tilted head as it droops. After the initial notes, her voice becomes the melody. It's rich and resonates. It touches every crevice of the lower and upper bowl ethereal like she was right beside you, on your shoulder, doing a lullaby in your ear. Many people would find their eyes getting wet. As was a common occurrence for her performances.
All the while, she lifts up and then lets herself fall with her slumping shoulders. She leans over the stage, puts an open hand and hovers it, moving it in a circle as if searching for something. Her smile grows a little bit.
She leans one way, turning head, stretching out her arm, palm-up, fingers delicate. Then she crosses it over her chest, and repeats it in the opposite direction. Both arms now crossed over her heart, she holds herself close to signal warmth, an end of a search as she looks up. Slowly, she spreads her arms like they were wings.
The theme hits its stomp (42 Second Mark). The thoom of thunder and preceding lightning flash on the titantron. Vorona appears directly behind Winter, standing tall in her . A hand reaches down and cups Winter’s chin. Winter beams and then holds the hand, rubs her cheek into it and plants a kiss as Vorona walks by.
She entered the ring with the universe at her feet, wearing a black leotard with its usual design and belly window. Tight hour-glass form, lithe, feminine and perfect with a head of silver, black and red hair. An eye mask for aesthetic, with eyeliner that matched her black lipstick. She beckoned for a microphone, centre of the ring.
With a half extended arm, her finger-snapped. The crowd listened, hushed, then she spoke.
“Good evening.”
The front row has a visible fawn over her . The first time she projected it over a microphone for all to hear. It did not disappoint.
“I hope you appreciated the theatrics, planned by myself and executed to perfection by my beloved Winter. Be grateful to her, at least half of what I feel right now.”
Vorona gestured to Winter, who stood up and bowed. Then she blew a kiss -- and off Winter went backstage.
“Since my arrival, I've made confidence and presentation my foundation. Because how you present yourself and what you allow your name to be is.... everything. And everything can belong to you if you make someone believe it. You just need. A gorgeous. Mask.” Vorona smirked, then began to walk around the edges of the ring. “And with that in mind, lets unmask my opponent. Darina... Daybreak. Six-foot one and one-hundred and seventy-six pounds. From the world of MMA.” Vorona makes a waving hand gesture while looking the opposite way. “You must think that makes her equipped to step into a squared circle. Especially after her last few showings. All because she can punch one part of a body and get lucky. HMPH!”
She stopped by the ropes, hand grabbing the top. “Nineteen wins by avoiding being taken down. If you ask me, then it seems our little Daybreaker is afraid of going into the deep-end. Ironic, as someone who came from an island." Her eyes roll, then opened wide with a fictious frown. "Just what have I done to be the one to take a low-time MMA star who's ceiling was a mediocre piece in a gallery of masterworks, just to show something everyone already knows."
Her face visibly cringes, “She's overrated.” Vorona sighed, hand on her face, looking down.
“I know this must be hard for any staunch believers, hardliners or MMA enthusiasts. I get it. Your sport is dwarfed by Wrestling and even boxing. You'll take any crumb and hold out like it's your own body odor, even when the facts are right there. So trust me. After I'm done with Darina Daybreak, you'll be the ones that'll have to count the lights for her, because she'll be too busy looking at the back of her head.”
