Demeter (D) vs Alice Evans - Changing of the Seasons

[Vc0m]

With her sports bag that had her attire in tow, Hinata took a deep breath, and made her way into the LAW arena a few hours before the call time for the show. She was introducing herself to all the staff in the arena, as well as familiarizing herself with her new (most regular) working place, trying to settle the nerves before her debut match for the company. More than 20 years spent mostly in 1 place didn't disappear in an instant, even if she didn't fully leave Pro Wrestling Spirit, and not as it's trainer.

But tonight was the first step in coninuing her dream. Combat sports simply enticed her at first. Watching them on tv seemed fun, and imagining being like them on tv made then young Hinata feel...powerful. And yet, whenever she tried her hand at them, be it boxing or karate or judo, no matter how much she tried...nothing worked. Even with pro wrestling, she needed years to properly apply what she learned...and as her career was going, she met her future boyfriend. It was because of him she had a dream to be the best wrestler in the world...even as he wasn't with her anymore.

Hinata tried not to focus on the sad thoughts as she had to get changed for her match. Debut in a new company was an important part for a wrestler. Sure, a lot of her fans would be in arena...but with LAW being much bigger than Spirit, tonight was the night she needed to make new fans. With Hinata still feeling like she is in her best years, she had to act fast in LAW, lest her remaining years burnt out into nothing, failing to achieve her dream.

Hinata took a deep breath as she heard a knock on the door:

"Ms. Demeter, 2 minutes"

Nodding to herself in the mirror with a confident smile, the greenette made her way towards the Gorilla Position:

Demeter

Entrance Theme

The arena darkened before light was focused on the entrance ramp, to an image of a powerful woman flexing as if she were a statue of a Goddess from Greece...an illusion that was shattered as she turned around, a confident smile on the face of the big woman making her way down the entrance ramp.

Making her way to the ring, and making her debut in LAW here tonight, formed on mount Olympus, but taken form in Kyoto, Japan, and standing tonight at 88 kilograms! Her Earthly form is named Hinata Hayashi, but her true form is that of the Goddess of Seasons - DEMETER!"

The crowd, likely her fans from spirit, cheered at the introduction, especially as Demeter opened her arms wide, as if going for a hug, and arena going awash with green light from spotlights, to simulate coming of Spring.

From there, Demeter made her way down the entrance ramp, trying to get as many high fives with fans as she possibly could, and sending a few air kisses their way, even doing a circle around the ring to make sure everyone in front row had a chance to greet the greenette. Afterwards, Demeter would hop onto the ring apron in one motion, showcasing her athleticism, before stepping over the top rope, stepping to the middle of the ring for one final pose, a flex to show off how powerful the Goddess who stepped inside was.

From there, Demeter took her place where the ref pointed her towards, taking her time to stretch as she awaited her opponent...

[Hagen-Autem]

Once Demeter settled into her corner, the arena lights gave her a few seconds’ attention before turning their focus to her opponent.

They systematically dimmed again. Then the speakers came to life: a military drum solo began to echo through the arena, heralding the coming war. Straight out of the nineteenth century.

That chorus of drums was soon joined by an electric guitar solo, which then evolved into a thunderous roar that flared up the lights. The silhouette of a beautiful woman appeared at the entrance to the upper ramp, bathed in a blinding white light that revealed her figure without revealing her identity. It could have been anyone! Anyone ready to take on Mother Earth!

The woman stood there with her hands on her hips, one side of her body slightly tilted.

The crowd’s buzz at spotting the figure was palpable. Curiosity was killing them, as they had never seen Alice in a ring before, apart from that MMA match or a few backstage scenes. The thunderous drumbeat repeated, led by the electric guitar, and as though the music itself were introducing her, the brunette advanced down the upper ramp, swaying her hips as if it were her catwalk.

Spoiler

"Representing London, England, standing at 177 centimetres and weighing in at 70 kilograms… The woman who keeps chaos on a leash, LAW’s own Secretary of Pain… ALICE EVANS!"

Said the announcer, letting the rest of the details speak for themselves

Dressed in black, tights clinging to her wide hips and a matching bra, she swayed with the kind of elegance only a powerful woman could possess. Thin chains adorned her neck, and others dangled from her hips, shining as brightly as her beautiful skin. Her arms were wrapped in sleek sleeves that might as well have been a second skin, fitting perfectly with the rest of her gear and its revealing cut-outs that exposed glimpses of her glowing skin.

It was surprising how well the punk look suited her. For a woman who usually spends her days behind a desk, buried in paperwork.

It was surprising how elegant, edge, and seductive blended in a woman like her. Perhaps it’s the touch of being an office woman adapting to an environment where she is the centre of attention, rather than the one who organises and keeps things in order. Or perhaps it’s that she likes to feel free, powerful, and exhausted when she unleashes herself on someone else in the ring. As if this were more of a passion than a side profession. But those were merely the thoughts forming in the minds of the new fans she was winning over tonight.

Alice Evans didn’t bother shaking hands with the fans; not to make a statement, but simply because she wasn’t interested in pretending warmth. She made her way to the ropes via the stairs, and unlike Demeter, she stood at the center of the apron, turned her back to the ropes, hooked her arms over the ropes and spread herself wide, arching her chest forward. Then she tilted her head forward as she turned it dramatically, her loose lock of hair and her ponytail falling forward. One knee bent, her backside facing the inside of the ring, and then, in a display of her power and determination, she flipped herself over the ropes to land on her feet inside the ring!

She landed perfectly, smiling, pleasantly surprised by how smoothly it went. Just like in her rehearsals!

The crowd cheered her on. Even she looked pleased with herself that it had gone as well as in practice. And from there, she shot Demeter a sidelong glance, as if challenging her—a look that carried both challenge and respect, it was her debut, after all, and she deserved all the attention for it—, but now she is her rival, so she’ll treat her with the same severity she treats her wrestler when they misbehave.

She shook her head to tidy her hair, taking a moment to run her fingertips through it, flexing her arms and tightening her toned abdomen, before heading to where the referee pointed. There she would settle down with her hands on her knees, waiting for the referee to give the signal to find out whether she could defeat this colossus or whether she would fall trying.

[Vc0m]

Demeter watched with curiosity as her opponent made her way onto the entrance ramp, as an elegant, professional woman made her way towards the ring. Compared to Demeter's more "Godly" image, Alice was dressed a lot more in punk style, looking a lot like someone free of their chains in her every day life, able to free themselves in the ring, Demeter believed...

In contrast to Demeter's warm entrance, Alice didn't bother herself with fans, focusing strictly on the ring as she walked towards it with pride after her introduction, before entering the ring by flipping over ropes, before shooting a look at Demeter.

Hinata knew that glance fairly well, the glance of a challenger, saying: "Let's see what you are made of" without any word being necessary. Demeter responded with a light nod towards her rival.

With both women in their respective corners, the ref would confirm with both women that they were ready to begin, before calling for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Demeter would step towards the middle of the ring, with one arm outstretched into the air:

"Do you dare to test your might againt a Goddess?" she would say with a smile.