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03/10/11(Thu)12:59 No.24176569>>24176533
I tilted my head slightly and let the noise of the crowd and my entrance music wash over me. Boos and cheers mixed in equal measure. Couldn't decide who to root for tonight, huh? Well, I'd show them why they should want, why they needed to cheer me on soon enough. Spike held out a microphone to me, and I grabbed it with a sweet smile. He blushed and coughed and turned away, pretending not to notice. Such a sweetheart.
"Everyone! I'm so glad to see you out here. It's so lovely to see everyone with your smiling faces and colorful banners!" I kept my voice soft, sweet, and it worked. The crowd's roar dulled slightly. "I just hope everyone has a good time tonight." I gave them a shy wave and smiled a little wider, and the entire arena broke out in a simultaneous 'Awww…' Putty in my fingers. Not that I didn't mean what I said, of course not. I loved the knuckle-headed little dears that came to see me like they were my children. I tried to catch a squeak as it escaped when a pair of panties landed next to my feet, but couldn't help it. They were trying to surprise me again, the silly billies.
Loud, strident trumpets broke the spell as a pale-skinned woman leapt into the ring, accompanied by fierce Spanish guitar. I watched her, eyes glued to every movement. She was lean and tight, every curve of muscle smoothed to elegant perfection and hugged close by clinging white vinyl. Rich violet curls tumbled out of the top of a white luchadora mask and fell to her slender waist. Celestia, she was gorgeous.
"I'm afraid the only one who is going to have a good time, darling, is I, La Rareza." Her throaty Spanish voice flowed over the audience, drowning out their catcalls. I could almost hear the sound of a thousand pairs of pants getting about three sizes too tight. I couldn't blame them. |