Heidi and Katie's lame 90's pop theme fades out, and is replaced by a soft, traditional Japanese-style, instrumental. Fog billows out from under the curtains, and a hush falls over the arena. The lights fade, the soft twang of koto strings and the rich whistle of a bamboo flute flowing over the PA. The zen relaxation music helps Kimi and I to focus before big matches, and it doesn't get any bigger than this; a tag-team battle against the two leaders of the brattiest, prissiest, sluttiest clique on the circuit.
We emerge into the spotlight side by side, robed in silk floral kimonos, yellow with pink roses for Kimi, and pink with white roses for me. We're also sporting white knee pads and white, mid-calf, wrestling boots, Kimi's with three black stripes on either side. Kimi's red/brown (just a shade lighter than Katie's) is gathered behind her head in a loose ponytail, slightly to the left side, her bangs sweeping from left to right, with two long wavy locks dangling down to her shoulders. I've got a ponytail too, my golden hair parted down the middle, with my bangs braided at the root to keep them out of my face.
I smile and wave to the crowd, batting my eyelashes and showing off my sparkly, purple/blue, sunset-colored eyes. Were in Heidi's home territory, NYC, in the heat of Manhattan, Madison Square Garden itself, but I still get plenty of cheers (the smart betters).
Kimiko keeps her gaze on the ring, on Heidi and Katie, her dark greyish-green eyes intense and serene all at once, like a mountain pine grove on a foggy morning...right before a storm. She keeps her attention on the silk-stocking-sisters as we climb the steel steps, leading me along the apron to our corner, while I blow kisses to the camera crew, flicking my tongue over my coconut-pear flavored bottom lip.
Then we shed our Kimonos, and the overhead lights return as we toss our discarded robes over the turnbuckle cables where the exposed wires connect with the support pole. More cheers rise from the crowd as our wrestling attire is revealed, both of us clad in scandalously small, thong-backed, swimsuits, both pristine white and cut super-high on the hips, with deep necklines and thin shoulder straps.
In unison we vault over the top rope and pose together in our corner, both pointing across the ring, Kimi and Katie, me at Momoko, both of us grinning as our hands turn and give the thumbs-down to our outclassed rivals, showing off our athletic figures...Kimi a bit taller than me, chestier, more slender, and lighter skinned, while I'm tan/olive, with wider hips, a thicker booty, and more athletic shoulders, arms, and legs.
Kimi then crosses her arms under her chest, and I move both hands to my hips, both of us glaring at the two silk stocking sluts...each of us trying to decide which of them would make a better punching-bag....waiting for the bell...no need for a ref, since this is hardcore NHB...win by 10-count-pin or verbal submission only. They can count the pin from the pressbox, and the microphones on the cameras will pick up a verbal submission (as long Heidi isn't so out of breath that she can't scream loud enough...).
