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"We noticed a female journalist at every one of your fights, do you know her"
"That's my babygirl, of course"
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You watched in amazement as Mirko, also known as The Rabbit, wrapped her legs around the head of the other wrestler who was twice, no four times her size. It was like a honey badger trying to take on a 600 lbs grizzly.
The wrestler released a grunt and tried to grab her thighs in hopes of prying them off from a round his neck, but he was too slow.
Using all of her upper strength and with a cocky smirk on her face, she flipped backwards flipping him in the process. Due to the speed she went as she flipped him, she was able to slam him hard down against the platform and land back on her feet.
Soon as the slam echoes throughout the arena the crow cheers heightened. People either say in shock and screamed or stood up and scream i a amazement or surprise.
"THAT IS THE ONE AND ONLY MS. RABBIT FOR YOU GUYS", the announcer screamed into the microphone. "THE INFAMOUS FLIP THAT HAS TAKEN OUR NUMEROUS WRESTLERS".
"ONE", the referee shouted slapping is hand on the platform. "TWO", he shouted slapping again. "THREE", he shouted slapping the platform one last time then jumped to his feet. Rushing towards Mirko he grabbed her hand and risen it in the air.
"THE RABBIT WINS! MIRKO THE RABBIT HAS BEATEN THE GRIZZLY", the announcer screamed. The crowd continued to go insane and the flashes your and many paparazzi's cameras went off.
The referee released Mirko's wrist letting her skip around the wrestling ring. She waved her arms towards the crowd as she circled the ring. She stopped on the side of the platform where you were seated with the other paparazzis. Her gaze immediately settled onto you, even with the multiple flashes going off in her vision.
Without a second thought, she hopped over the rope and rushed towards you . The paparazzi and you immediately stood up to get a better picture of her. You were so focus on getting a good shot you didn't realize she was coming for you until you made eye contact with her. You lowered your camera when you actually made eye contact with her.
Holding onto the barricade she leaned over it to get closer to you. The paparazzi around you even dropped their cameras confused on why she approved you, a paparazzo. They're fingers lingered on the capture button in case she swing on you thinking she had the usual hatred for paparazzis.
"Got your shot sweet cheeks", she asked that same cocky smirk on her face. You stared at her still processing that she was in fact talking to you.
"Uh yeah I got my shot", you replied finally. "Was it a good one", she asked tilting her head making some of her white hair sway to the side, some of it stuck to her sweat coated skin. God, this lighting made her glow like a goddess.
"I think so I haven't checked", you started to say. "Then it ain't a good one then", she chuckled leaning in slightly. "Let me give ya something to take a picture of", she smiled before releasing the barricade and took a step back.
Mirko held her arms out and did the front double bicep pose. Her sleeping muscles awoken and form in their true pose as she flexed them, showing off to you. She was turned to the side a bit making her chest shape visible to you. Snapping out of your stare, you quickly snapped a photo of her. She soon lowered her arms and held onto the barricade again.
"Come to my next fight, and I'll give ya a even better side to take a picture of", she smirked. "Okay I'll try to come", you smiled nervously. "Try? Baby girl, you better be there", she laughed reaching over to wrap an arm around your waist to yank you forward.
Your eyes went wide when she made you press up against the barricade. Her hand slid from around your back to rest on your hip, locking onto it. The camera hung in between you stopping her from pressing your upper body against hers, which was fine. Her height allowed her to get a better glance of your chest then back into your eyes.
"Even if you don't, I can always give ya a even better side to look at...outside of the ring", she whispered against your ear making you tense up and your face heat up. You were quiet, unsure what to do or say at this moment.
Moving her head away to make eye contact with you, she gave you a wink before releasing you and walked off.
The crowd commenced their cheering as she walked backstage. You watched as she did, releasing a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Then you caught it again, a cold chill went down your spine.
You were just flirted by Mirko.
While surrounded by other Paparazzi
You didn't even get a second to fully turn around when the flashing lights starts going off blinding you. You held your arms up to shield yourself and try to rush out from the devil circle as they flashed you.
