Lights dim to a darkened purple hue, catching fans attention.
~ On the loww ~
~ Only love myself no more ~
~ Take you to the grave I'll ghoost ~
~ I know I can be so co-o-old ~
The arena darkens more, and a figure moves slowly out on stage, with a white LED glow out from her eyes.
~ In the daaark ~
~ Where I like to keep my heaart ~
~ Know I'm all bite, no baark ~
~ Like to catch you way off guaard ~
All eyes on the figure, that stopped center stage.
Squinting eyes couldn't pierce through the dim purple light, enveloping the arena.
~ I'll stay so deep inside your braaain ~
~ And take you somewhere far awaaay ~
Music fading, lights lifting, resuming as they once were.
And it was there, clearly in stance, on stage, with a dirty smile and mic in hand.

"Ah.. Here, your Oni Queen! You feel now, here, Judgement Day?!"
Proudly announcing her presence, Queen Oni questioned her audience, to which they only responded in a mixed reaction!
To them, they were the ones wanting answers! Putting her hands on an OG Legend, Jay Blue Lightning!
As the self proclaimed Queen of Self, that being a Japanese demon, progressed her path upon ramp.
Ignoring fan appreciation of her presence and their wonders of her response in loss against the current WHC, Man of the Hour, Avari Fusion!
"Heat dissipating! Excitement waning! Talent disappearing, talent returning!"
Speaking midway ramp, giving yet no acknowledgement for their desires, though ramping up to some kind of point!
Even at ramp's end, Queen Oni seemed to ramble a boast of past... delusional success.
"Oni Queen scare Ewing away, embarrass Thelka, won't show face again!"
Despite the two talents, that had displayed distasteful confidence, they were missed, and fans further turned the tide to displeasure, at Oni's brag!
At approach towards the ring, Queen Oni rounded for the stairs, arrogantly flipping her hair, putting a show in gracefully stepping up the steel steps.
Slowly, elegantly, walking along the apron, she haughtily sneered at the crowd for jeering her beautiful performance!
One extended leg, up and over, past the ropes, Queen Oni took a moment to rest her weary back, as she lay across the middle rope!
All eyes on her and enjoying every second of this attention! Be it boos and jeers, or the barely audible cheers to her fine form!
Hair hanging, as a curtain, like a black river, with blood running through it, in silky shine!
Visible, thick scarring around her torso of toned abdominal muscles, from her hips to the pressed underside breasts.
Gloved hand on grip of the rope above, raised her unattached arm in coiled flex, proudly showcasing her growth to strength gained from recent months!
Wow! Our Enigmatic Monster, Queen Oni, graciously bestowing the beauty in her magnificence, of her body and gains!
Quite unfortunate, sad, pathetic, lowly, foolish fans, just can't appreciate good dedication!
Queen Oni had received whatever fill she was pursuing, at last, rolled off rope and fully entered ring.
Nicking the microphone from canvas, she turned in circles, sights on upper crowd! Slowing her rotation, Queen Oni lifted mic to lips, twisting a smirk!
"Who next? Spark fun for Oni Queen? Be baddest for the one and only, Oni?"
A questioning Queen, making out a call of who to rise against her now?!
Lowering the mic stick, Queen Oni, with raised chin, faced entrance for any that wished to take her up!
~ On the loww ~
~ Only love myself no more ~
~ Take you to the grave I'll ghoost ~
~ I know I can be so co-o-old ~
The arena darkens more, and a figure moves slowly out on stage, with a white LED glow out from her eyes.
~ In the daaark ~
~ Where I like to keep my heaart ~
~ Know I'm all bite, no baark ~
~ Like to catch you way off guaard ~
All eyes on the figure, that stopped center stage.
Squinting eyes couldn't pierce through the dim purple light, enveloping the arena.
~ I'll stay so deep inside your braaain ~
~ And take you somewhere far awaaay ~
Music fading, lights lifting, resuming as they once were.
And it was there, clearly in stance, on stage, with a dirty smile and mic in hand.

"Ah.. Here, your Oni Queen! You feel now, here, Judgement Day?!"
Proudly announcing her presence, Queen Oni questioned her audience, to which they only responded in a mixed reaction!
To them, they were the ones wanting answers! Putting her hands on an OG Legend, Jay Blue Lightning!
As the self proclaimed Queen of Self, that being a Japanese demon, progressed her path upon ramp.
Ignoring fan appreciation of her presence and their wonders of her response in loss against the current WHC, Man of the Hour, Avari Fusion!
"Heat dissipating! Excitement waning! Talent disappearing, talent returning!"
Speaking midway ramp, giving yet no acknowledgement for their desires, though ramping up to some kind of point!
Even at ramp's end, Queen Oni seemed to ramble a boast of past... delusional success.
"Oni Queen scare Ewing away, embarrass Thelka, won't show face again!"
Despite the two talents, that had displayed distasteful confidence, they were missed, and fans further turned the tide to displeasure, at Oni's brag!
At approach towards the ring, Queen Oni rounded for the stairs, arrogantly flipping her hair, putting a show in gracefully stepping up the steel steps.
Slowly, elegantly, walking along the apron, she haughtily sneered at the crowd for jeering her beautiful performance!
One extended leg, up and over, past the ropes, Queen Oni took a moment to rest her weary back, as she lay across the middle rope!
All eyes on her and enjoying every second of this attention! Be it boos and jeers, or the barely audible cheers to her fine form!
Hair hanging, as a curtain, like a black river, with blood running through it, in silky shine!
Visible, thick scarring around her torso of toned abdominal muscles, from her hips to the pressed underside breasts.
Gloved hand on grip of the rope above, raised her unattached arm in coiled flex, proudly showcasing her growth to strength gained from recent months!
Wow! Our Enigmatic Monster, Queen Oni, graciously bestowing the beauty in her magnificence, of her body and gains!
Quite unfortunate, sad, pathetic, lowly, foolish fans, just can't appreciate good dedication!
Queen Oni had received whatever fill she was pursuing, at last, rolled off rope and fully entered ring.
Nicking the microphone from canvas, she turned in circles, sights on upper crowd! Slowing her rotation, Queen Oni lifted mic to lips, twisting a smirk!
"Who next? Spark fun for Oni Queen? Be baddest for the one and only, Oni?"
A questioning Queen, making out a call of who to rise against her now?!
Lowering the mic stick, Queen Oni, with raised chin, faced entrance for any that wished to take her up!