A Crimson Rose for A Yellow Daffodil: Freya Rosenhurst(D) vs. Teulia Masina

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Match Rules

The match is set for a one fall. Victory can be achieved by way of pinfall, submission, or knockout.

Freya pulled up her red leotard up over her chest; slipping her arms through the the sleeveless cutouts. Lina stepped up behind her, pinching the zipper at the small of their back and tugs it upwards. ”Are you nervous, fräulein?” The smalle German nods. This was a bigger crowd than what she was used to, of course she was nervous. Lina’s hand runs up along their neck, pushing their hair upward as she zips it to the top, sealing the Rose inside. Freya fidgets as she turns to her big sister, her index finger slipping into her thighhighs to tug them further up along her thigh. ”Don’t be, Freya.” She softly assured her, cupping her little sisters cheeks to lift their silver gaze up to look at her elder sisters smile. ”Remember what we practiced. Focus on the ring, you know focusing on one thing helps keep you focused. Also, keep it simple until you’re comfortable you don’t have to make your first big match perfect. We’ll be by the barricade on the right side, we want you to do your best out there, okay? You’re going to do great.” The reassurance made the corners of the Roses lips crack into a smile. ”I’ll give it my very best, Big Sis!” She exclaimed, her silver pools glistening with excitement.

Her nervousness seemed to disappear like it was never there. ”I know you can’t walk out there with me, but it really means a lot that my big sisters all made time to come see my match in person…you guys are always so good to me.” She declared, her arms reaching up to snake around Lina’s neck as she pulled them into a hug.

Freya squeezes them tight as the pair embrace, she knew this wasn’t a life or death situation but the Rose still felt she had to say it. Her big sister squeezes in unison before the door to the locker room opens, the attendant poking in his head. ”Miss Freya? We’ll be ready for you shortly.” They state, the little go-getter shoots a thumbs up as the two separate. ”Remeber Frey, just do your best, win or lose, we’ll all be proud of you.” As Lina left with Freya waving her goodbye for now, the Rose checks over her attire one more time making sure she’s in order. ”Gotta do my best!” Freya declares to herself.

Spoiler

With a last minute check of herself, Freya steps out of the locker and heads down the hall. Her first big match in Japan was about to begin. Just as Freya began her trek, she could hear the audience through the halls, the sound permeating through the walls it seemed like. With the Rose drawing near the arena died down after the what appeared to be theconclusion of an intense match. Freya had just stepped close to the curtains as the victor walked past, cocking a grin as she passed the Rose and offered them a thumbs up. She nervously smiled and reciprocated the gesture, it just felt appropriate!

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She was suddenly startled to attention as her theme began to play over the speakers, Freya could feel the pressure and anxiety building up in her chest as she smacked her cheeks. ”Focus Frey, focus. All your big sisters came out to see you. We have to show them we can do this!” she exclaims with energy as she puts her best foot forward, stepping out onto the ramp and seeing the fully packed arena first hand. She came already feel her sense becoming overwhelmed, but her silvery gaze locks onto the ring like it’s the only thing in the room. She doesn’t attempt to do any gran gesture in her way nor does Freya reach out for high-fives or waves, she’s intently focused.

Just as she makes it to those steel steps does she relax a little. The soft ting, ting of the metals beneath her boots made itself audible as she climbed. Her shiny red accented boots walk along the apron as she slips between the second and third rope, careful not to get caught on those tethered lines as her silver pearls scan the crowd. Just like she said, all three of her older sisters were sitting on the right hand side closest to the corner. Freya felt a sense of relief wash over her as her switch flipped, calming the Rose. She practically leaps onto the post, waving excitedly to the crowd; hopping down to head to the opposite corner to greet the crowd in much the same fashion.

With her excitement boiling to its peak, she’d turn to the entrance, her left arm hooked by her right as she begins to twist, limbering her body up for the match. Freya was in the zone now, and ready for her debut!