Karismatic

The arena lights darkened and the crowd began to hush as they awaited what was to come. In the back, Karisma Zahin looked at herself, ran her hands down her body and smiled into a mirror. "Truly, I am a jewel." She said to herself as she turned to face the curtain. It had been a long time since she had stepped out into the spotlight of the squared circle and today she was coming to stir up a hornet's nest. She smiled at the thought. She had been very successful previously and now that she was able to, she was going to continue that success straight to the top.

Karisma's [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3I5NosQk3Y:2rsrkveh]music[/url:2rsrkveh] began to play and golden spotlights swirled out around the crowd as gold glitter began to fill the entrance ramp. Karisma stepped out into the glitter but was shadowed until a olden spotlight shown down upon her. She raised a hand and did a sensual dance at the entrance ramp, letting her hips sway in perfect motion as her hand danced around her own body. She was clothed in a multi-layered dress that was adorned with jewelry. Only a modest amount of cleavage was shown and her garb, that left much to the imagination, only made her movements more sensual and exotic. Her shoulders and back were the most exposed though her long, silky black hair covered up her back. Her clothes and body were also adorned with magnificent jewelry as well and it clinked subtle as she moved.

The crowd cheered as she finished and she made her way down the ramp gracefully. Karisma lifted up herself onto the apron and did the splits before rolling her body forward and snaking into the ring, swing her legs around so she spun on her shoulder blades and kipped up. She was passed a microphone and held it close to her. "I... am an elegant and shining star..." She whispered into the mic. "Behold me."

She let her hand drop and lifted up her head. As some more confetti rained down over the ring and golden lights illuminated her. After a long moment, the lights faded and the arena lights came on. Karisma brought the microphone up and began to pace around the ring. "Although everyone here should know and worship my grace and beauty, many of you may be unfortunate souls who cannot grasp what true beauty is. My name is Karisma and I am a wrestler here. In my debut, I took this league by storm and my beauty swept through all corners of this arena. However, I have been gone and, while I know you have been pining to lay eyes on the perfect jewel that I am while I was gone, I am here to tell you that my return is nigh and it will be as glorious as I am."

Karisma smiled at the crowd. "I will be shooting tot he top so that I may shine brighter than any star. However, there are many in this league who are unfortunate. Who lack grace and class. My first order of business is to sweep them away so that only Beauty shines through. So that you may only behold perfection. There is someone in this league who has been skulking around recently and showing you how utterly incapable she is. "

Karisma pointed to the Titantron and it began showing pictures of Taylor Parker at her worst. Getting pinned or submitting, getting cracked over the head and just generally looking very bad in the ring. Karisma wasn't concerned with how the editing looked. She even turned her head and refused to gaze upon it with her own eyes after pointing it out. "Taylor Sparks." She said, using the girl's old name. "Has committed egregious sins in this ring. The least of which is being terribly mediocre. How beautiful is it to have a as many wins as losses? It is quite ugly. Worse yet... she was actually doing quite well and has only recently skidded her way into mediocrity. Eternal beauty is an eternal struggle and it is one that she is capable of even participating in."

Karisma pointed to herself. "I, on the other hand, am the model of beauty and perfection. My record is unblemished and I have even beaten the current champion, Sarah Gatt. A feat only a few others have managed. Taylor... was not one of them. I ended the career of the notorious prize fighter, Hitomi Shiraishi. The only career Taylor has even come close to ending was her own with her pitiful follies."

Karisma shook her head and ran her fingers through her silky hair. "But the worst crime she has committed is not as a wrestler. What is truly horrific is how she wears herself. Her clothes, her hair, her accessories. Simply put, she is not beautiful in the least. Compared to the jewel that I am, she is not even fit to occupy the same sky. No, for the sake of all that is beautiful in the world, I will erase that unsightly girl from the Friction rankings... if not this company all together. Then my ascent to the heights of the infinite skies above can begin the graceful and epic journey fitting of such a jewel as myself." Karisma then ran a hand down her body sensually and turned and faced the entrance ramp with a soft smile on her face.

Taylor was itching to get out there the moment she realized the Indian girl was calling her out. She stood backstage, watching a monitor with her arms folded over her chest, shaking her head with a crooked sneer. She normally would've kamikaze'd her way into the ring without wasting any time, a phenomenon the AFW crew were well enough acquainted enough at this point that they made sure to have her music cued early if there was any chance that she might show up.

This time, Taylor waited. The way that pompous ass-bag stood there watching the entrance ramp, expectantly, as if Taylor should just do what she wanted and on her time. Screw that. Taylor made her wait. She watched Karisma on the monitor on the wall, watched her smile start to fade, watched her start to wonder if Taylor was going to show up at all. Eventually she'd go to say something. The moment she opened her mouth to speak, [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTZPt9nNlRI:2nmydwmd]Taylor's music[/url:2nmydwmd] kicked in and drowned her out.

Taylor bounded out onto the top of the ramp, microphone in one hand, bright blue hair up in her trademark pigtails with her long bangs swept to one side. She wore a tight black t-shirt with a crude cartoon drawing of Sarah Gatt and the slogan "Sarah Gatt stands up to pee" written across it in big letters. The shirt left some of her tight midriff bare, showing a little silver jewel in her belly button. She wore a pair of tight black jeans that fit low around her hips with a chrome-studded black belt. Lots of random bracelets adorned each wrist. She had her fine silver ring in her left eyebrow, a tiny silver stud in her right nostril, and silver studs in each ear. A thin black choker necklace fit around her neck with a small silver hornet pendant. Her ruby red Doc Martens completed the picture.

Karisma seemed pretty impressed by her own style, but Taylor would show her another kind of grace. She took a few quick steps to the front of the ramp and jumped forward while turning a backflip, and landed dramatically on one knee with one fist down and the other arm behind her. The crowd loved it, and without any further delay she popped up and skipped easily down the ramp.

She slid nimbly into the ring and swaggered around Karisma while she looked her up and down. She looked at the crowd and shrugged with a lopsided grin. Then she set her feet apart and faced Karisma with one hand on her hip, and raised the microphone.

"Wow, dude." She said, and let the words linger. "Just... wow." Her mocking grin began to spread across her face. She stood in sharp contrast to the elegant, composed beauty of the Indian girl. She was soft and smooth and delicate, while Taylor was athletic and strong and kinetic. If Karisma was some kind of slinky, sensual cat, Taylor was definitely a dog.

"I'm impressed." She said. "That you managed to say that shit with a straight face. If there was a belt for that sort of thing, it'd be you and Natalia at Avalanche, and my money'd be on you, princess."

Taylor had no idea who Karisma was. She had a win over Gatt? Was she for real? Still, she assumed that she was no real threat. She didn't feel threatened, and so she was relaxed while she stared across at her.

"I think we all got a handle on how great you are. But here's what's wrong with you, you stuck up ditz. You think you're the best in the world, and who do you call out? You find someone you think can't cut it, someone you think you can pick on. Not Akashi, not Gatt, not someone with a giant win streak. Way to be a fuckin' bully, you giant sack of shit. You look like you fell face first into a Claire's. Wait, you probably don't know what that is... It's a store at the mall in the states that sells really shitty plastic jewelery. That's how shitty you look." She began to pace in a circle around Karisma, slowly, as if she were stalking her. "Here's the thing. There's nothing I love more than beating the shit out of girls like you. You don't have what it takes to do what I do. You don't belong here.

"So if you want a piece of me, man, I'll fucking kick your ass so bad you'll cry just thinking about it. You'll be out of here so fast you won't even have time to get the designer shit out of your locker, and all you'll have left is a folder on your computer called "Me" with 800-some pictures in it. Maybe you're used to being the biggest bitch in the room, but guess what, not this time." Taylor set her feet in a stance like she was ready to fight at any moment. She locked her eyes on Karisma with a heated glare, almost daring her to look away. "So whatya say, princess?"

Karisma waited longer than she had expected to before Taylor came out. She thought she would even have to say a few more words but as she lifted the microphone, Taylor's music blared through the speakers. Annoying, harsh, inelegant. Much like the brash blue haired girl who sprang forth from the backstage heralded by it.

The Indian jewel listened as Taylor bloviated almost as long as she had. She tried to remain stoic as Taylor egged her on with her tight body language but Karisma was cool and wasn't going to back down.

When Taylor was finished, Karisma lifted her microphone. "It seems as if your mouth is as foul as the rest of you. What a hideous and graceless shrew you are." Karisma said with utter disdain. "I have no need to go after people I have already beaten." She said, referring to Gatt. "What I am doing is a favor to all those who appreciate real beauty in this world. I am removing the trash that is dirtying up what should be the class of this league, the Friction Rankings. I should be filled with class and beauty like myself. Bright stars of grace like Natalia and Cecilia Northman, whose stars are just bright enough to better illuminate my own shining beauty."

Karsisma lifted her chin and looked down at Taylor, matching the girl's intense stare with a cool one of her own. "Not graceless, odious guttersnipes like Adrian, Angel and... you..." Karisma took a step away from Taylor and turned her head.

"Of course you would be proud of such an ugly title. You probably think that you offend me by calling me Princess as well. I am proud because it's true. I am a princess, a Queen, a goddess," Karisma lifted her free hand into the air, "of beauty. My brilliance shines and is diluted by the bitter shadow of ugliness you cast everywhere." Karisma turned her head and closed her eyes, remaining statuesque in her appearance. "Begone from my sight. I won't even look at you until the next time we meet in the ring when I can finally remove your graceless existence from everyone's view."

The more Karisma talked, the more Taylor just felt like plugging her ears and shouting "lalalalalala", or maybe throwing up. With an exaggerated roll of her eyes she looked at the crowd, and then hopped forward and landed facing Karisma, her feet apart again.

"Oh. My. Gawd, dude! Shut up! It's like the stick up your ass has a stick up its ass." She said. Then something Karisma had said finally registered. "And another thing! Fuck you! My name was awesome, it just didn't fit anymore. It's Taylor Parker now, a'right? Shit, I'm not gonna take this from someone who looks like Ali G just shaved. You know you're wearing all that shit to cover up your spare tire, anyway. I didn't know the goddess of beauty muffin tops over her jeans. You look like a bunch of orphans decorated you like a christmas tree. You are so lame!"

She drew a deep breath, and then put on a bright grin. "But seriously, all you had to do was ask. Now that you ran your ugly mouth, you're gonna get an epic fucking ass kicking. See you soon!" She waved sweetly and tossed her microphone at Karisma, and then quickly slid out of the ring and started up the ramp, taking time to mingle with the fans on the way.

Right when Taylor was about to reach the top of the ramp the lights in the arena went out for a second and then turned on to bathe the whole arena in a pinkish light. Then [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyNSrtZ9L1g:1q04l7m9]Natalia' music[/url:1q04l7m9] started and the whole arena went a bit crazy and even louder than before when Natalia made appeared in the entrance area, dressed up in a cute sailor attire with a boat captain cap and a cute bright smile, the Hentai Championship belt resting on her left shoulder and a mic on her right hand.

"HEEEEEEEELLO, beautiful people of the world!" Natalia greeted the crowd receiving in return a lot of cheers and whistles. "Annnnd hello to you two too..." Natalia said giggling as she pointed at Taylor and Karisma with two fingers from her left hand. "I couldn't help but notice someone was mentioning my name...and had to come and see who was it..." Natalia said, swinging her hips from side to side like a bored child. "now... I know Taylor talks about me all the time...like... I am her favorite subject..." The Dream added giggling and then turned to Taylor to blow her a kiss with her hand.

"But you, Miss... " she said, stepping forward towards the ring, pointing with a finger to Karisma. "Why are you talking about The Dream... I don't think I've seen you before..." Natalia said frowning cutely as she looked at Karisma up and down. "So... who do you say you are?"

Karisma took most of the retorts from Taylor in stride. However, few things the blue haired girl did strike a chord and her cool demeanor tightened up ever so slightly. Her grip was tight on the microphone and her lips thinned just a bit. She stepped towards the ring ropes and stepped out of the ring, hoping down to the entrance ramp when the lights went out. Karisma's eyebrow raised when she heard the music. She knew it well and waited to see what The Dream had to say.

When the girl was finished, Karisma smiled. "I was merely saying that this dull feathered duckling was not fit to be in the same building as you or myself. A woman of your refinement is almost equal to my own beauty. You would be one of the few worthy to gaze upon my graceful form. One of the few who could appreciate a jewel such as myself."

Taylor didn't recognize the music, but she breathed a short sigh when Natalia appeared. Of course Natalia couldn't miss the opportunity to get even more camera time and talk about how great she was. She had some stiff competition with this Indian chick around. It'd be fun to watch them both stand there and tell the other how awesome they are, but Taylor didn't plan on sticking around that long.

"Your music sucks." Taylor said into her mic to Natalia as she got close enough. "And you look ridiculous, but I guess your little fetish suit works with your career as a porn star." She said, and tapped the center of Natalia's belt as she walked by. She stopped at the top of the ramp and surveyed the crowd before lifting her microphone one last time and addressing Karisma.

"See you real soon, pudge. You're gonna be even uglier when I'm done with you." She said, and then glanced at Natalia. "You two play nice, now. Try not to talk about me after I'm gone." She tossed her microphone at Natalia and walked off backstage.

Natalia stood there with a friendly happy smile through all of Taylor's tirade, her hands behind her back holding the microphone... until Taylor tossed her microphone at her and Natalia had to hurriedly fumble with it before catching it. As Taylor left the arena Natalia waved her good bye. "Bu-bye Taylor-chan... we love you!" she said and closed it by blowing Taylor a few kisses with her hand while the crowd cheered.

Once Taylor had disappeared Natalia turned very slowly her attention back to Karisma holding the mic close to her lips and leaving her other hand at her hips. "now... who did you said you were?... and what you mean with almost equal to your own beauty?"

Karisma raised an eyebrow at the scene. How dare Taylor call her ugly. That girl had obviously never seen a mirror before. But now, there were more important things that the blue haired freak. She turned her attention towards Natalia and slid forward gracefully to face Natalia. "To forget my name, that is a sinful act.' Karisma said with a smile. "But, I desire it to echo throught the cosmos, so I shall repeat it just ocne more. "I am Karisma Zahin, the Jewel of India. The beautiful jewel that shines brilliantly in the sky!"

Karisma then looked at Natalia and smiled. "I mean that, you are a Dream to behold. You are magnificent, but a dream's beauty is fleeting. I am a star that shines brightly and illuminates the sky forever!" Karisma then ran her hand down her body and elegantly puffed out her chest.

Natalia blinked, mouth wide open as she heard Karisma's boast, it took her some time to recover from the shock of this girl's nerve. Karisma was certainly gorgeous but did she really thought she could compete with The Dream in beauty? This of course was a challenge and one Natalia would not refuse. "I am not sure if you are a star, Karisma... but you are certainly lunatic..." Natalia said giggling a bit. "Now... I would offer to give you a beating, but seems like Taylor-chan is going to do that already... still I cannot allow you to go around spreading such falsehoods..." The Dream said brushing her hair over her left ear. "So...how about we have a walk off?" Natalia asked with a mischievous smile bringing up a roar from the crowd.