Softcore
The sound of music hit the speakers and Christina Sparks raced out with her trusty pool cue in hand. It was different seeing her come out to different music. But in celebration of her new tag team, it felt like it was the only appropriate thing to do. She was clad in her usual battle attire. Tattered and patched jeans. Combat boots. A bandana on her head holding down the cascade of dark crimson hair. She strutted out to the center of the stage and opened her leather jacket to show the white tank top underneath and the Hispanic at the Disco written on it in sharpie. After letting the camera and the crowd get a good look at her tank top, she held her pool cue and started to air guitar with it. She stood there in the center for a moment, jamming out before she started down the ramp.
"And introducing their opponent...Representing Hispanic at the Disco...Controlled Chaos...Christina Sparks!"If they don't give me what I want I'll take it
And, b***h, don't give me back lip, I will send you to your maker
Sweet like sugar, angel, but I'll kill you 'bout my paper
And you haven't seen crazy 'til you pissed off a Jamaican
Uh, oh
Sim-mim-mim-mim-mimmer down, I don't, I don't ******** around
Uh, oh
Sim-mim-mim-mim-mimmer down, I don't, I don't ******** around
Ow
Ow
Ow
At the bottom of the ramp, Christina stopped and looked out at the crowd. She raised one hand away from the pool cue and held up the rocker horns. She lowered her arm and started jamming out on her pretend instrument once again. She looked up and looked at her opponent in the ring. She kept her eyes on her opponent as she stomped her way to the steel steps and stomped her way up them. She marched along the apron and stopped in the center of it for a moment before she climbed in under the top rope. She jammed out again, stomping around the ring with a grin on her face.
You see a bad b***h pull up in a fancy car
Don't you dare be a hero, play your part
I'll slap you in the face, I'll break your heart
I'll take all your money and buy the bar
Don't you dare let me hear you complaining
I'll rob Superman, who he saving?
I'm a superstar and I'm on my space s**t
I'll shake my a** on this spaceship
Uh, oh
Sim-mim-mim-mim-mimmer down, I don't, I don't ******** around
Uh, oh
Sim-mim-mim-mim-mimmer down, I don't, I don't ******** around
Ow
Ow
Ow
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
Ahh
After a lap, she moved to the center of the ring and dropped down to her knees, continuing her impromptu pantomime performance. She was totally in the zone and there was little that could break her from it. She had a new friend tonight. A new partner. She was in this match not just for herself but to dedicate the match to Portia watching in the back so that she wouldn't regret the partnership this early.
Women are Venus, men belong to Mars
Non-binary blow this b***h to parts
This whole galaxy explodes, it's art
I'll steal the thunder, rob you for your heart
As the music died down, Christina stood and set her pool cue out of the ring before leaning in the corner. She turned to face Luca in the ring and blew the other woman a kiss as she waited for the bell to ring.