>>20770861The motions of her entrance passed, a blur of muscle memory and noise, and she was handed a microphone as her music died down. There were a few moments pause as she paced in the ring. She had been gone so long that, it was entirely possible, she'd be making a first impression on somebody. That's how she had to treat every single segment from here on. She inhaled and brought the microphone to her lips.
>WAAAAAAIIIIFUUUUMANIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACS!!!>...>For the uninformed, uneducated, and uninitiated, you are looking at the Poison Queen! The Firebird! The Dojo's head coach!>ASH!>ROMERO!>...>Listen, listen, listen- I gotta get some of the sentimental stuff outta the way so I can keep this fire lit.>There...Ash takes a brief pause, lips curling into a grin. Her breath hitches into a slight laugh, one that betrays the painful twist of her cheeks and momentary gritting of her teeth.
>There was a point, not too far back...>Where I really thought I'd never be out here in front of you all again.>So let this be the mandatory bit of my whole spiel where I can say: Thank you, all of you. It means the fucking world to be out here tonight.[2/5]
