"And the crowd has gone wild for Our Goddess! She has defended her title for the sixth time in a month!" The announcer's voice echoed through the stadium. The sound of five-thousand people trumpeting throughout the enclosure was music for the ears for the champion. She smiled, her tone body rippled with power. She trickled with sweat and her short hair steamed from exertion.Below her the sound of a groaning woman could be heard. The champion laid her boot on the broad's back and levied force onto it.
"Bow. Bow before me!" She cried out, her tone could make a grown man grovel before her. The loser groaned once more and laid down, her face slowly getting wet. Whether it was tears or sweat, the champion didn't care for she was Miyuki Tanaka: The Goddess of The Ring.
Once a eighteen year-old nobody, now the twenty-seven year old somebody was the greatest wrestler in the Kansai region. But her sights were ever so slowly heading towards greater ambitions.
The ref soon pulled her off her opponent, who was slowly being helped by her manager, or friend, or whatever. It wasn't as if Miyuki cared if she was told their relation. She sauntered her way to the showers and did her deed. After twenty minutes, Miyuki came back out with her white mink coat. She posed as the paparazzi came for her. She gave a little shot of her toned butt for everybody to see as well as some good body shots.
"You should all be grateful to be in my presence." She thought as she made her way from the mob. She stalked right into her limo and waited for the door to close, all the while being shot from all angles.
"Fools." She spoke as the limo's doors closed and sped away from the stadium. She laid back and breathed her own aura back into herself or whatever highbrow stuff she told herself. She would've been doing this for the entire ride but a little twinkle from gold bowed box caught her eye soon enough though.
She moved her hands towards it and began to open the gold bow on it. Miyuki didn't put much thought into who could've had access to her limo or why she should've opened the first place in the first place. The world was her oyster, she didn't need to know the sea they came from.
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