10-07-2026, 04:52 PM
September 21, 2026
Seraphina Cruz was never one to back down from a challenge, and not even adopting the last name of Blaze to honor her time dancing for the Miami Heat changed that fact.
The Cruz family (without an 'e' at the end, because they are not connected in any way to a wrestling family that's more well-known in wrestling circles) had always been doers, pursuers of success and earning it with nothing but their bare hands. Her father had been a pro baseball player in an era where the concept of someone born and raised in Puerto Rico coming to play ball in America was largely scoffed at, but he'd earned his place as one of the most reliable batters and fielders the sport had ever seen. Her mother had been a model, going from nobody to arguably one of the faces of fashion itself through refining the beauty and grace she possessed and sticking it out through the grueling side of that world nobody ever gets to see but always hear horror stories about. Her siblings had all gone on to become either highly successful in the business world or star athletes in their respective sports they loved, scratching and clawing to earn every last ounce of recognition.
That was why the fire that burned in her veins refused to be satisfied with where she was at right now.
True, she could have stuck with a successful dancing career, perhaps let her moves bring a crowd to their feet to support a great NBA organization or continued to capture attention with the way her body moved whenever she'd been offered the chance to dance in a music video, even if modern sensitivities were making demand for such blatantly sexy performances a lost art. But while dancing was what she loved, Seraphina knew she could apply those skills in a different way and have people cheering for her in a way that wasn't simply because she was hot as hell, or trying to direct those cheers away from her and towards someone else.
Everybody deserved a chance to gain some real recognition for themselves and their own efforts, and the fact that Seraphina seemed to constantly be overlooked was something she refused to let go of.
That was why she was once again back in the familiar gym that, even long after graduating from the wrestling school that ran out of it, she always returned to. It was familiar territory, a safe haven for her to vent that fiery Latin temper of hers in a way that also helped prepare her for whatever was next. She'd since returned to the ring, the independent promotion she'd been competing for putting her back in the World Title hunt as the former champion, but while she had no problem with kicking ass and clawing her way back to the top, she still couldn't shake the taste she'd had of the big time. Taking Hold of the Flame and that massive battle royal had been a far cry from what she'd experienced in KABLAMia and that open invitational battle royal, but she had still stepped up to the challenge and given it her best shot.
Just like Soren Cross, who'd since earned an SCW contract.
Just like Xavier Holloway, who'd since earned an SCW contract.
Seraphina was growing tired of the thought haunting her brain, a thought that simply couldn't be erased by beating a heavy bag to a pulp while honing her strikes or using those thick thighs of hers to choke out a training dummy until its head popped off. She wasn't a misandrist by any means, otherwise she wouldn't have let a very well-respected man like Wade Perkins train her for this in the first place, but it was frustrating to think that she might be getting passed over simply because she was a woman with very prominent curves and sex appeal.
“Yeah, I like to shake my ass and show off a little bit,” she mumbled to herself as she uncorked another striking combination into the heavy bag in front of her. “But I'm not some walking FCC violation looking to make the business into a joke. I want to compete, I want to kick some ass, and I want to earn my spotlight and be loved for my efforts as much as I know people will naturally be attracted to my body.”
“Then I might have some good news for you, Blaze.”
Seraphina heard the call to her just as she spun around to bury a Fiery Kiss elbow into the heavy bag, the picture of grace and devastation, and she saw Wade approaching her with a clipboard in his hand. Her eyebrow raised, considering Wade was never a clipboard kind of guy, not even when keeping track of the regiments he created for his classes or for anybody like her who still used this space to train.
“What's with the clipboard?” she ended up asking, holding back the desire to poke fun at her mentor.
“See for yourself,” Wade replied as he turned it around and handed it to her, and the moment she saw the SCW logo in the top corner, she almost dropped it right then and there. As her eyes scanned the document, realization began to set in.
“This is...” she started to say before looking up at the proud smile Wade was giving her. “How did you get an SCW contract? Is this real!?”
“Very real,” Wade confirmed. “Faxed over directly from a contact I have who's an old friend and pretty high up in the SCW corporate side of things, the same contact who helped me secure a spot for you in Taking Hold of the Flame.”
“But... how?” Seraphina kept asking, trying to wrap her head around the fact that she finally had the opportunity she'd been trying to fight for. “Why was I...?”
“I don't have a concrete answer for that,” Wade sighed. “Best I've been able to gather was corporate B.S. regarding a certain CEO and his vision, so you might not have been too far off without me being able to say for sure. But you've drawn enough attention, and not because of the body that God gave you, that you were on their radar. It became hard to argue against giving you the contract once a couple of ladies stepped up and vouched for you.”
That piqued Seraphina's attention as she looked up from the contract. “Who?”
“Believe it or not,” Wade chuckled, “it was The Light In The Darkness. Luz vouched for you based on what she fought against in the battle royal, and Amelia added her two cents after reviewing footage of you from outside your SCW appearances. Hard to say where they kind of stand right now in regards to SCW dealings itself, but they've apparently earned enough respect in the company for their word to hold some serious weight.”
“Of course they have!” Seraphina exclaimed. “We're taking the runner-up to that battle royal and the former World Champion! Two of SCW's top wrestlers right now, and they're vouching for me!?”
The contract was practically trembling in Seraphina's hands as the realization of it all sunk in. Once she put ink to paper, she was finally going to have a proper shot at SCW, at the big time, not just a one-off trying to prove she belonged. She'd have the chance week in and week out to step up and face that challenge head-on now.
“Why don't we go into my office?” Wade cut through the excited jitters, gently taking the contract from her. “I can go over everything so you know exactly what you're signing up for. If you want to thank Luz and Amelia, SCW's returning from their post-Rise to Greatness break next week and you can meet them backstage in Minneapolis for yourself. I might focus more on the Breakdown after that in Pittsburgh, though... you sign this, and that will be the night of your official debut.”
Seraphina vaguely remembered much of what Wade had said after that, though she did pay close attention as he went over the contract before she signed it, just so she had someone who knew the process despite never reaching this level himself walking her through any potential pitfalls in case she renegotiated in the future and he couldn't help her then.
The only thought she was fixated on right now was that she was finally getting her chance to step up and prove herself, and she was hellbent on making the most of it.
The first thing we see as we open up is an ass. Admittedly, it's a very nice ass. Sun-kissed skin, ample size, red booty shorts that the thick cheeks are practically swallowing. As it sways back and forth, we notice something on the back of the shorts: the word “BLAZE” in fiery letters inside of a flaming heart. It's a name we've heard before, and an attire we're familiar with... assuming you've been paying attention to the attire and not the ass trying to devour it, of course.
“Take a good look, ladies and gentlemen. This is as close as you're going to get to what I'm packing, because while I'll happily shake it for you, I'm not here just to flaunt this ass. I'm here to kick some ass above all else.”
We slowly pan back to reveal the rest of the woman this incredible ass is attached to, seeing a familiar face smirking at us as she looks over her shoulder. Once we've got enough space, she gracefully spins on her heel to face us, fully confirming her identity as Seraphina Blaze. The woman who calls herself “Temptation Incarnate” cocks her hip as her hands rest there, as if she's daring anybody to say something before she continues.
“I don't believe I've actually addressed anybody here before, so proper introductions are in order. I like to call myself 'Temptation Incarnate' and I'm sure you can understand why, but the name you'll all remember soon enough is Seraphina Blaze. If I look familiar to some of you... I should. You all got a taste of me around this time last year on a little island resort called KABLAMia, where I took advantage of an open invitational that had a couple of prizes attached to it. Hopefully Damon Cage made the most of his year-long ticket to KABLAMia and, if you're watching, I'm genuinely sorry the U.S. Title opportunity didn't pan out for you. It may have sucked I didn't end up winning that little battle royal, but I do respect the hustle you put in to get back to SCW and I wished we could've thrown down again... if only it hadn't taken me so long to properly earn my place here.
That's also why I took the chance to try again in the battle royal at Taking Hold of the Flame. Yeah, I didn't end up becoming the runner-up this time, but I held my own and made it clear I'm not just an attraction to gawk at on an island resort... no offense to Derek Adonis and his business. Let me make it clear: I know I'm hot, I know I've got curves for days, but I'm not here to be some walking whore who needs censorship on standby the moment I show up on a television screen. I may not come from a wrestling family, even if my actual last name is dangerously close to a more well-known family in these circles, but mi familia pride ourselves on working hard and busting our asses to prove ourselves. If I was only here to shake my ass and let you all drool over what you see, you probably wouldn't have seen me come back to SCW and fight to earn a World Title opportunity even though I wasn't officially on the roster.
And yet, I seemed to leave a lasting impression because of the effort I did put in... the fact that my name was still on people's lips even when I wasn't given a contract after that show told me all I needed to know. Why else would a man like Marquis Dawson feel safe to call me out knowing I couldn't step up and see if he could actually handle the heat of a proud Miami native born from Puerto Rican pride?”
Seraphina raises an eyebrow as she smirks, wondering if the man who declared himself SCW's 'much-needed seasoning' had anything to say now that she was actually here and ready to answer if he was still looking for a fight.
“Now, I'm not here to speculate on why it took so long for my fire to be recognized, nor am I here to immediately call myself a future World Champion or call out anybody in particular... at least, unless they called me out first and haven't reconsidered having to put their money where their mouth is just yet. As I said, I'm here to earn my keep, not by seducing people and pretending I deserve to be at the top just because I'm hot as hell, but by proving that I'm just as much kickass as I am tits and ass. Maybe this will come as a shock to some of the 'purists' out there, and I know a certain tag team parading around SCW in barely anything at all has probably tainted the idea, but a woman can be sexy, curvy, and still want to bust her ass fighting to climb to the top. And given that I've unfortunately met said tag team last week in Minneapolis?
Yeah, I'm here to rewrite the narrative on curvy women actually being legitimately talented and hard-working.
It all starts this Thursday night in Pittsburgh, where yours truly gets to finally make her proper, official SCW debut. Not a battle royal, an actual singles match where only one opponent stands between me and a good first impression that will put my name back on everyone's lips. That leads me to Diamond Steele... and I have to say, babe, that I wasn't expecting to rewrite one stereotype by having to torch another right out of the gate. From what I've been able to find about you, I see an extensive music history on top of the fact that you've been with SCW for several years now, and I don't mean any disrespect when I point out that you only seem to have success on one of those fronts. There's nothing wrong with wanting to prove you're multi-talented... hell, I was a dancer before I ever considered training to be a wrestler, and you can ask the Miami Heat how good I was considering that basketball team still has the door open for me to return to their dance troupe if I ever change my mind about the path I'm on now.
Unfortunately, I'm just stating facts from looking into you to prepare for this little dance between us come Breakdown, which is why I hate having to call you a stereotype. I noticed somewhere along the line that you seemed to have a little shift in personality, going from just being a proud musician happy to give your all in that ring even if that note didn't land to just another entitled, arrogant little bitch who believes that just because you're a rock star that the world owes you everything. Trust me, Diamond... I've met rock stars before, I was paid to dance in a few music videos by bands who needed hot women with even hotter moves to visually sell whatever lyrics they were belting out. A few of them had this belief that just because I'm sexy and I know it that I would just jump into bed with them for no reason other than 'rock star' and they learned right away that having tempting curves doesn't mean I don't have a sense of self-respect or boundaries. Point is, I know the entitled rock star attitude you've apparently allowed to consume you, and if you believe you can kick this ass just because of that?
Sorry rock star, but you're going to learn real quick that you can't handle the heat I bring to that ring.”
Seraphina proceeds to throw a striking combination into the air, a few alternating punches that ends with a knee lift, all with a grace and footwork that gives us a taste of the dancing background she has and how much of a threat it may very well make her in SCW.
“Maybe, if your ego's really that inflated, you can even try to claim I'm infringing on your gimmick just because I proudly burn with the fire of my passion while you simply call yourself a phoenix. Let's just, you know, ignore the fact that I've been Seraphina Blaze since I first started wrestling about five years ago now while the whole 'phoenix' shtick seems to be a recent change you ripped off from your theme song. And the fact that I have the blessing of the Miami Heat organization to proudly rock their fire. And the fact that I'm pretty sure there's someone else in SCW who also calls herself a phoenix, but I'm sure she doesn't matter to you despite getting another chance to challenge for the U.S. Title here in a few weeks. After all, in the mind of a rock star who rules the world, no one is more important than Diamond Steele.
And that's why I have to send this so-called 'phoenix' down in a Blaze of Glory.
No hard feelings Diamond, but I've been working my ass off for years to get this opportunity, and that fire within me only burned brighter the two times I got a taste of what it would mean to be an SCW wrestler. A proper chance at the big time, to prove I belong here... that's the dream every wrestler has, the prospect that's been driving me for the past year since I first tried my hand at an SCW ring on an open invitation. Thursday night, at the PPG Paints Arena, I prove that SCW won't regret giving me that shot and that the fire I've shown twice before is very legit. If I have to give you one warning, chica? It's this:
Never stand between a woman with Puerto Rican blood flowing through her veins and something she wants, because that's a surefire way to find yourself kissing the mat once again while I take my first step up the proverbial ladder around here.
Hope you don't think I'm showing up to Breakdown just to dance to the song you want to play, because by the time that bell rings? The only thing I'll be shaking my ass to is the sound of those Pittsburgh fans cheering my name as you become the first to learn the hard way that I may be Temptation Incarnate, but Seraphina Blaze is just as much kickass as she is tits and ass. Maybe that can be your next hit song... I'll happily dance along to it while you watch this ass climb the mountain and fight with everything I have every step of the way.”
Seraphina winks and blows us a kiss before she turns and begins walking away, knowing full well that plenty of eyes are probably drifting down to her ass again. She doesn't mind, she knows she's got a juicy peach, but come Breakdown, it'll be Diamond Steele who gets up close and personal with it as she watches it begin the climb that every wrestler has to start from the very bottom. Seraphina isn't afraid of that climb, however. If anything? The challenge only fuels her fire.
Seraphina Cruz was never one to back down from a challenge, and not even adopting the last name of Blaze to honor her time dancing for the Miami Heat changed that fact.
The Cruz family (without an 'e' at the end, because they are not connected in any way to a wrestling family that's more well-known in wrestling circles) had always been doers, pursuers of success and earning it with nothing but their bare hands. Her father had been a pro baseball player in an era where the concept of someone born and raised in Puerto Rico coming to play ball in America was largely scoffed at, but he'd earned his place as one of the most reliable batters and fielders the sport had ever seen. Her mother had been a model, going from nobody to arguably one of the faces of fashion itself through refining the beauty and grace she possessed and sticking it out through the grueling side of that world nobody ever gets to see but always hear horror stories about. Her siblings had all gone on to become either highly successful in the business world or star athletes in their respective sports they loved, scratching and clawing to earn every last ounce of recognition.
That was why the fire that burned in her veins refused to be satisfied with where she was at right now.
True, she could have stuck with a successful dancing career, perhaps let her moves bring a crowd to their feet to support a great NBA organization or continued to capture attention with the way her body moved whenever she'd been offered the chance to dance in a music video, even if modern sensitivities were making demand for such blatantly sexy performances a lost art. But while dancing was what she loved, Seraphina knew she could apply those skills in a different way and have people cheering for her in a way that wasn't simply because she was hot as hell, or trying to direct those cheers away from her and towards someone else.
Everybody deserved a chance to gain some real recognition for themselves and their own efforts, and the fact that Seraphina seemed to constantly be overlooked was something she refused to let go of.
That was why she was once again back in the familiar gym that, even long after graduating from the wrestling school that ran out of it, she always returned to. It was familiar territory, a safe haven for her to vent that fiery Latin temper of hers in a way that also helped prepare her for whatever was next. She'd since returned to the ring, the independent promotion she'd been competing for putting her back in the World Title hunt as the former champion, but while she had no problem with kicking ass and clawing her way back to the top, she still couldn't shake the taste she'd had of the big time. Taking Hold of the Flame and that massive battle royal had been a far cry from what she'd experienced in KABLAMia and that open invitational battle royal, but she had still stepped up to the challenge and given it her best shot.
Just like Soren Cross, who'd since earned an SCW contract.
Just like Xavier Holloway, who'd since earned an SCW contract.
Seraphina was growing tired of the thought haunting her brain, a thought that simply couldn't be erased by beating a heavy bag to a pulp while honing her strikes or using those thick thighs of hers to choke out a training dummy until its head popped off. She wasn't a misandrist by any means, otherwise she wouldn't have let a very well-respected man like Wade Perkins train her for this in the first place, but it was frustrating to think that she might be getting passed over simply because she was a woman with very prominent curves and sex appeal.
“Yeah, I like to shake my ass and show off a little bit,” she mumbled to herself as she uncorked another striking combination into the heavy bag in front of her. “But I'm not some walking FCC violation looking to make the business into a joke. I want to compete, I want to kick some ass, and I want to earn my spotlight and be loved for my efforts as much as I know people will naturally be attracted to my body.”
“Then I might have some good news for you, Blaze.”
Seraphina heard the call to her just as she spun around to bury a Fiery Kiss elbow into the heavy bag, the picture of grace and devastation, and she saw Wade approaching her with a clipboard in his hand. Her eyebrow raised, considering Wade was never a clipboard kind of guy, not even when keeping track of the regiments he created for his classes or for anybody like her who still used this space to train.
“What's with the clipboard?” she ended up asking, holding back the desire to poke fun at her mentor.
“See for yourself,” Wade replied as he turned it around and handed it to her, and the moment she saw the SCW logo in the top corner, she almost dropped it right then and there. As her eyes scanned the document, realization began to set in.
“This is...” she started to say before looking up at the proud smile Wade was giving her. “How did you get an SCW contract? Is this real!?”
“Very real,” Wade confirmed. “Faxed over directly from a contact I have who's an old friend and pretty high up in the SCW corporate side of things, the same contact who helped me secure a spot for you in Taking Hold of the Flame.”
“But... how?” Seraphina kept asking, trying to wrap her head around the fact that she finally had the opportunity she'd been trying to fight for. “Why was I...?”
“I don't have a concrete answer for that,” Wade sighed. “Best I've been able to gather was corporate B.S. regarding a certain CEO and his vision, so you might not have been too far off without me being able to say for sure. But you've drawn enough attention, and not because of the body that God gave you, that you were on their radar. It became hard to argue against giving you the contract once a couple of ladies stepped up and vouched for you.”
That piqued Seraphina's attention as she looked up from the contract. “Who?”
“Believe it or not,” Wade chuckled, “it was The Light In The Darkness. Luz vouched for you based on what she fought against in the battle royal, and Amelia added her two cents after reviewing footage of you from outside your SCW appearances. Hard to say where they kind of stand right now in regards to SCW dealings itself, but they've apparently earned enough respect in the company for their word to hold some serious weight.”
“Of course they have!” Seraphina exclaimed. “We're taking the runner-up to that battle royal and the former World Champion! Two of SCW's top wrestlers right now, and they're vouching for me!?”
The contract was practically trembling in Seraphina's hands as the realization of it all sunk in. Once she put ink to paper, she was finally going to have a proper shot at SCW, at the big time, not just a one-off trying to prove she belonged. She'd have the chance week in and week out to step up and face that challenge head-on now.
“Why don't we go into my office?” Wade cut through the excited jitters, gently taking the contract from her. “I can go over everything so you know exactly what you're signing up for. If you want to thank Luz and Amelia, SCW's returning from their post-Rise to Greatness break next week and you can meet them backstage in Minneapolis for yourself. I might focus more on the Breakdown after that in Pittsburgh, though... you sign this, and that will be the night of your official debut.”
Seraphina vaguely remembered much of what Wade had said after that, though she did pay close attention as he went over the contract before she signed it, just so she had someone who knew the process despite never reaching this level himself walking her through any potential pitfalls in case she renegotiated in the future and he couldn't help her then.
The only thought she was fixated on right now was that she was finally getting her chance to step up and prove herself, and she was hellbent on making the most of it.
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The first thing we see as we open up is an ass. Admittedly, it's a very nice ass. Sun-kissed skin, ample size, red booty shorts that the thick cheeks are practically swallowing. As it sways back and forth, we notice something on the back of the shorts: the word “BLAZE” in fiery letters inside of a flaming heart. It's a name we've heard before, and an attire we're familiar with... assuming you've been paying attention to the attire and not the ass trying to devour it, of course.
“Take a good look, ladies and gentlemen. This is as close as you're going to get to what I'm packing, because while I'll happily shake it for you, I'm not here just to flaunt this ass. I'm here to kick some ass above all else.”
We slowly pan back to reveal the rest of the woman this incredible ass is attached to, seeing a familiar face smirking at us as she looks over her shoulder. Once we've got enough space, she gracefully spins on her heel to face us, fully confirming her identity as Seraphina Blaze. The woman who calls herself “Temptation Incarnate” cocks her hip as her hands rest there, as if she's daring anybody to say something before she continues.
“I don't believe I've actually addressed anybody here before, so proper introductions are in order. I like to call myself 'Temptation Incarnate' and I'm sure you can understand why, but the name you'll all remember soon enough is Seraphina Blaze. If I look familiar to some of you... I should. You all got a taste of me around this time last year on a little island resort called KABLAMia, where I took advantage of an open invitational that had a couple of prizes attached to it. Hopefully Damon Cage made the most of his year-long ticket to KABLAMia and, if you're watching, I'm genuinely sorry the U.S. Title opportunity didn't pan out for you. It may have sucked I didn't end up winning that little battle royal, but I do respect the hustle you put in to get back to SCW and I wished we could've thrown down again... if only it hadn't taken me so long to properly earn my place here.
That's also why I took the chance to try again in the battle royal at Taking Hold of the Flame. Yeah, I didn't end up becoming the runner-up this time, but I held my own and made it clear I'm not just an attraction to gawk at on an island resort... no offense to Derek Adonis and his business. Let me make it clear: I know I'm hot, I know I've got curves for days, but I'm not here to be some walking whore who needs censorship on standby the moment I show up on a television screen. I may not come from a wrestling family, even if my actual last name is dangerously close to a more well-known family in these circles, but mi familia pride ourselves on working hard and busting our asses to prove ourselves. If I was only here to shake my ass and let you all drool over what you see, you probably wouldn't have seen me come back to SCW and fight to earn a World Title opportunity even though I wasn't officially on the roster.
And yet, I seemed to leave a lasting impression because of the effort I did put in... the fact that my name was still on people's lips even when I wasn't given a contract after that show told me all I needed to know. Why else would a man like Marquis Dawson feel safe to call me out knowing I couldn't step up and see if he could actually handle the heat of a proud Miami native born from Puerto Rican pride?”
Seraphina raises an eyebrow as she smirks, wondering if the man who declared himself SCW's 'much-needed seasoning' had anything to say now that she was actually here and ready to answer if he was still looking for a fight.
“Now, I'm not here to speculate on why it took so long for my fire to be recognized, nor am I here to immediately call myself a future World Champion or call out anybody in particular... at least, unless they called me out first and haven't reconsidered having to put their money where their mouth is just yet. As I said, I'm here to earn my keep, not by seducing people and pretending I deserve to be at the top just because I'm hot as hell, but by proving that I'm just as much kickass as I am tits and ass. Maybe this will come as a shock to some of the 'purists' out there, and I know a certain tag team parading around SCW in barely anything at all has probably tainted the idea, but a woman can be sexy, curvy, and still want to bust her ass fighting to climb to the top. And given that I've unfortunately met said tag team last week in Minneapolis?
Yeah, I'm here to rewrite the narrative on curvy women actually being legitimately talented and hard-working.
It all starts this Thursday night in Pittsburgh, where yours truly gets to finally make her proper, official SCW debut. Not a battle royal, an actual singles match where only one opponent stands between me and a good first impression that will put my name back on everyone's lips. That leads me to Diamond Steele... and I have to say, babe, that I wasn't expecting to rewrite one stereotype by having to torch another right out of the gate. From what I've been able to find about you, I see an extensive music history on top of the fact that you've been with SCW for several years now, and I don't mean any disrespect when I point out that you only seem to have success on one of those fronts. There's nothing wrong with wanting to prove you're multi-talented... hell, I was a dancer before I ever considered training to be a wrestler, and you can ask the Miami Heat how good I was considering that basketball team still has the door open for me to return to their dance troupe if I ever change my mind about the path I'm on now.
Unfortunately, I'm just stating facts from looking into you to prepare for this little dance between us come Breakdown, which is why I hate having to call you a stereotype. I noticed somewhere along the line that you seemed to have a little shift in personality, going from just being a proud musician happy to give your all in that ring even if that note didn't land to just another entitled, arrogant little bitch who believes that just because you're a rock star that the world owes you everything. Trust me, Diamond... I've met rock stars before, I was paid to dance in a few music videos by bands who needed hot women with even hotter moves to visually sell whatever lyrics they were belting out. A few of them had this belief that just because I'm sexy and I know it that I would just jump into bed with them for no reason other than 'rock star' and they learned right away that having tempting curves doesn't mean I don't have a sense of self-respect or boundaries. Point is, I know the entitled rock star attitude you've apparently allowed to consume you, and if you believe you can kick this ass just because of that?
Sorry rock star, but you're going to learn real quick that you can't handle the heat I bring to that ring.”
Seraphina proceeds to throw a striking combination into the air, a few alternating punches that ends with a knee lift, all with a grace and footwork that gives us a taste of the dancing background she has and how much of a threat it may very well make her in SCW.
“Maybe, if your ego's really that inflated, you can even try to claim I'm infringing on your gimmick just because I proudly burn with the fire of my passion while you simply call yourself a phoenix. Let's just, you know, ignore the fact that I've been Seraphina Blaze since I first started wrestling about five years ago now while the whole 'phoenix' shtick seems to be a recent change you ripped off from your theme song. And the fact that I have the blessing of the Miami Heat organization to proudly rock their fire. And the fact that I'm pretty sure there's someone else in SCW who also calls herself a phoenix, but I'm sure she doesn't matter to you despite getting another chance to challenge for the U.S. Title here in a few weeks. After all, in the mind of a rock star who rules the world, no one is more important than Diamond Steele.
And that's why I have to send this so-called 'phoenix' down in a Blaze of Glory.
No hard feelings Diamond, but I've been working my ass off for years to get this opportunity, and that fire within me only burned brighter the two times I got a taste of what it would mean to be an SCW wrestler. A proper chance at the big time, to prove I belong here... that's the dream every wrestler has, the prospect that's been driving me for the past year since I first tried my hand at an SCW ring on an open invitation. Thursday night, at the PPG Paints Arena, I prove that SCW won't regret giving me that shot and that the fire I've shown twice before is very legit. If I have to give you one warning, chica? It's this:
Never stand between a woman with Puerto Rican blood flowing through her veins and something she wants, because that's a surefire way to find yourself kissing the mat once again while I take my first step up the proverbial ladder around here.
Hope you don't think I'm showing up to Breakdown just to dance to the song you want to play, because by the time that bell rings? The only thing I'll be shaking my ass to is the sound of those Pittsburgh fans cheering my name as you become the first to learn the hard way that I may be Temptation Incarnate, but Seraphina Blaze is just as much kickass as she is tits and ass. Maybe that can be your next hit song... I'll happily dance along to it while you watch this ass climb the mountain and fight with everything I have every step of the way.”
Seraphina winks and blows us a kiss before she turns and begins walking away, knowing full well that plenty of eyes are probably drifting down to her ass again. She doesn't mind, she knows she's got a juicy peach, but come Breakdown, it'll be Diamond Steele who gets up close and personal with it as she watches it begin the climb that every wrestler has to start from the very bottom. Seraphina isn't afraid of that climb, however. If anything? The challenge only fuels her fire.
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Seraphina Blaze Record: 1-2