Elsa Winters vs Reina Kenshin
Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 3:24 am
“The following match is a Singles Match and is scheduled for One Fall!!”
She felt the tension rise through her body as her music blasted through the arena.
Reina Kenshin stepped through the entryway slowly, surveying the space before her with a neutral nod before continuing her way down the ramp. She moved with practiced grace, a byproduct of years of martial arts training, though Reina assumed it was her deep need for control that made every movement she made intentional. The cheers she received were…off-putting, to say the least, as her last appearance on television in the smaller-time New Japan Alliance was called ‘insulting’ by many wrestling fans.
“Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, making her way out of Battle Creek, Michigan, she is “The Black Rose” Reina…KENSHIN!!”
Still, Reina entered the ring and turned in a slow circle, a lioness making sure her hunting grounds were clear of any scavengers and peasants alike. They cheered now, sure, but she was certain in a few weeks they would be throwing trash in the ring at the very sight of her. It wasn’t anything in particular that made Reina think that, she just naturally assumed no one would like her and made due with that assumption. Hell, she embraced it even as she smirked sardonically at the people in the front row that all clamored for even a momentary glance from her. Jaded as she was, Reina assumed they were like that for any halfway famous wrestler.
The martial artist took off her trademark hat and tattered red jacket and gently tossed it to the outside where one of the ringside attendants was ready to catch it. The blond, dyed with black streaks now, tugged at her ponytail and made sure it was tight before slamming a taped fist into the opposite palm. Her mismatched gaze went to the ramp and up it to where her opponent would be coming from and grinned in an almost feral fashion.
Let there be blood.