AlluringEnigma
Wet Narcissist
- Joined
- Feb 25, 2016
- Location
- Madness Incarnate
The finals of the tournament were here. Sofia had already secured her spot in the League a while back, now it was simply a matter of pride. As always, she knew little about her opponent, something that would change quite quickly upon entry into the ring. To be honest, after her showcase in the semifinals, Sofia exuded confidence. It was a dangerous proposition, sure, but it also allowed her new level of aggression that would dismantle a more hesitant fighter. Of course, it came with the rather distinct tradeoff of being susceptible to a more experienced wrestler with answers to her aggression.
The crowd roared. The announcer boomed over his microphone. An employee of the League gave her the signal. Time seemed to distort and slow around her. Noises blurred together into an indistinct cacophony. Even the colors of the world seemed to fade into a nondescript, indescribable shade of grey. Sofia took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds. She exhaled with a measured patience, the whole world rushing back into existence as her emotions left her. Sofia no longer had any thoughts other than that of her opponent’s demise.
“And now!” boomed the announcer, his baritone ringing throughout the arena as he spoke. “After demolishing her opponent in the semifinals, and putting on an absolutely unforgettable show afterwards, the ever-beautiful and dangerous Sofia, “The Blonde Bombshell!” Sofia came out of the shadows of the small locker room at a brisk jog, waving adoringly at the crowd, her smile radiating throughout the ring. There was a bewitching perfection to her, a sweetness that belied her skill.
Accompanied by great fanfare and no small amount of showmanship, she entered the wrestling mat, her azure pupils beaming as she awaited her opponent. There had never been much reason for Sofia’s theatrics, but one of her strengths was certainly crowd-pleasing. She may have given the look of an unfocused and star-stunned attention seeker, but she was all business. The only thing that was left for her was the introduction of her opponent. She stood in her corner with a fake grin ever-present on her face, a focused anxiety building inside her with every passing moment.
The crowd roared. The announcer boomed over his microphone. An employee of the League gave her the signal. Time seemed to distort and slow around her. Noises blurred together into an indistinct cacophony. Even the colors of the world seemed to fade into a nondescript, indescribable shade of grey. Sofia took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds. She exhaled with a measured patience, the whole world rushing back into existence as her emotions left her. Sofia no longer had any thoughts other than that of her opponent’s demise.
“And now!” boomed the announcer, his baritone ringing throughout the arena as he spoke. “After demolishing her opponent in the semifinals, and putting on an absolutely unforgettable show afterwards, the ever-beautiful and dangerous Sofia, “The Blonde Bombshell!” Sofia came out of the shadows of the small locker room at a brisk jog, waving adoringly at the crowd, her smile radiating throughout the ring. There was a bewitching perfection to her, a sweetness that belied her skill.
Accompanied by great fanfare and no small amount of showmanship, she entered the wrestling mat, her azure pupils beaming as she awaited her opponent. There had never been much reason for Sofia’s theatrics, but one of her strengths was certainly crowd-pleasing. She may have given the look of an unfocused and star-stunned attention seeker, but she was all business. The only thing that was left for her was the introduction of her opponent. She stood in her corner with a fake grin ever-present on her face, a focused anxiety building inside her with every passing moment.