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Of all the ancient artifacts that could summon the Feathered Serpent, the Fifth Sun, the God of Wind and Wisdom, a wrestling mask was probably not considered one of them. Yet it had been the exact thing necessary to do just that. By all accounts, summoning a Divine Spirit shouldn't be possible except in the most special of circumstances, but her connection to that mask was just too pure to be stopped. So what if she had wanted to participate in a match of her own all those years ago? Sue her.
Regardless, it would seem luck was on her side. Although not exactly her type, per se, a Master who loved wrestling as much as she did was simply a match made in heaven. Although she couldn't have imagined that she'd be summoned in a wrestling arena and that her Master was not only a fan, but a practitioner of the sport, too! She simply HAD to wrestle him. It was fate.
Hence why Travis was on the receiving end of a giant swing 14 rotations strong and with no signs of stopping. Laughing cheerfully as she spins and spins and spins, she tosses Travis away at the 45th rotation. Her toss was expertly done, as she had aimed to toss him in between the bottom rope and the ring, throwing him out of bounds. He'd have to react fast if he wanted to stay in the game.
Or he could let it happen and take five. It doesn't seem like she's even broken a sweat.
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Regardless, it would seem luck was on her side. Although not exactly her type, per se, a Master who loved wrestling as much as she did was simply a match made in heaven. Although she couldn't have imagined that she'd be summoned in a wrestling arena and that her Master was not only a fan, but a practitioner of the sport, too! She simply HAD to wrestle him. It was fate.
Hence why Travis was on the receiving end of a giant swing 14 rotations strong and with no signs of stopping. Laughing cheerfully as she spins and spins and spins, she tosses Travis away at the 45th rotation. Her toss was expertly done, as she had aimed to toss him in between the bottom rope and the ring, throwing him out of bounds. He'd have to react fast if he wanted to stay in the game.
Or he could let it happen and take five. It doesn't seem like she's even broken a sweat.