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During a normal night at LAW, the crowd would be sitting in anticipation for the next match to commence. They were expecting another standard match between the usual suspects...that was until a new theme song hit the arena's sound system, startling them with its sudden rock-heavy, devil-may-care attitude.
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The crowd suddenly found themselves amid a punk rock atmosphere as a new contender appeared before them. Emerging from backstage would be a short woman with brown hair, tan skin, and a WIDE set of hips. A relaxed look in her eyes, a playful smile stretching across her face, showing a cute gap in her two front teeth, a peach-themed hairclip, and a tight custom-made leotard with a hood attached to the back. A tight-fitting bikini resting on top of her leotard, fishnet gloves on either arm, knee pads, and toeless kickpads, with pieces of fishnet stretching all over parts of her gear, colored in tans, oranges, and a bit of dark grays. But most notably, the woman was wearing a bright and shiny championship belt around her thick hips and waist. It was a vibrant reddish-orange with cream-white straps, a gorgeous floral pattern, and shimmering metallic plating.
However, the most impressive aspect of it was a finely cut gemstone. It was a peach-shaped heart with a crown in the center. The crystal had been so well-cut and refined, elegantly catching the arena lights, regardless of the angle.
Who was this woman, and what was she doing here? She turned heads as she passed by on her way toward the ring. Her hips waggled from side-to-side, her confidence and eagerness radiating off her as she climbed up the side of the apron, taking a moment to pose sensually, blowing a kiss toward the crowd that left some of them swooning only moments after meeting this woman...and they didn't even know her name yet. She entered the ring and pranced around for a short moment before stopping in the center of the ring, striking a pose in front of all the prying eyes that now stared directly at her. She let the murmurs die down for a second before lifting the microphone to her lips, trying to remember everything she had rehearsed up to this point before finding that launching point...and when everything clicked, the young woman hit the ground RUNNING.
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"HELLOOOOOO LADIES, GENTLE-DUDES,-...AND ALL THOSE LOVELY FOLKS IN-BETWEEN!!! My name is Gabriela Garcia...the PEACH PIXIE...a fabulous and feisty little shortstack Latina from Brooklyn, New York...coming at ya with plenty of sass and a whole lotta ass~...and it's, like, SUPER exciting to meet you all!!! I came out here tonight not only to make my debut but to send a MESSAGE!!! I'm SURE you've all noticed the flashy treasure hanging around my heavenly hips~...THIS little thing is my crowning achievement. A belt I MADE with my own two hands...I sketched it, designed it, and crafted it. Every seam sewn, every edge trimmed, and every buckle welded by THESE hands!!!" She said, raising her arms in the air. "I came out here tonight because I wanted to conduct an experiment and issue a CHALLENGE...you see, I'm entering my SENIOR YEAR of college and instead of doing a paper on some BORING old piece of history, I wanted to MAKE history here and now in front of all of you...no-...I wanted to make history WITH all of you!!!" Her words spoke to the people, garnering a nice bit of applause and cheers due to her being close to graduating, as well as seemingly wanting to turn this would-be vanity piece into a legitimate event.
"I wanna do something special, write about something worthwhile...something I had a part in, something I lived and experienced day in and day out. So that's why I'm presenting this challenge to EVERYONE in the LAW locker room...jobbers, midcarders, or headliners...young and old, rookies or veterans, big or small...it doesn't matter to me!!! If you think you've got the hips to carry this belt, then come on down and fight me for it!!! Don't just become part of MY story, MAKE YOUR OWN HERE AND NOW!!!" She cried, getting more and more of the crowd invested...she certainly had passion, that much was undeniable...had she truly made that belt all on her own? There were murmurs of intrigue spiraling throughout the arena, some good and some bad...Gabriela had to close this out and leave a good first impression. Otherwise, her story would be over before it could even begin...
"The rules are SIMPLE...It's like any ol' match here in the squared circle. No illegal stuff, count-outs, yadda-yadda-yadda...but to WIN...you've gotta use your own assets to beat your opponent before you can pin 'em, submit 'em, or knock 'em out. If you can't get it done, you'll have to do it ALL over again...but if you WIN, you get this lovely little belt, exclusive products from my sponsors at Power Love cosmetics...and the LOSER has to kiss your ass after you've beaten them!!!" This intrigued the crowd further, as who could resist the idea of such a salacious spectacle?
"Now the question remains...who's gonna be the first to make their way down the ramp and face me for this belt? Who in the locker room thinks they've got what it takes to take on me and my hips? WHO'S GONNA BE THE ONE WHO KISSES MY ASS AFTER THE BELL RINGS!?!? C'MON AND BRING IT, LAW...LET'S MAKE THIS FIRST CHAPTER A GOOD ONE!!!" She cheered, climbing up to the middle rope in a nearby corner, raising the microphone to the sky as her passionate enthusiasm infected the audience, a sizable band of curious onlookers cheering the young woman on as she poked the bear, calling out toward the whole locker room for an opponent...now waiting to see if anyone would answer the call...



