New Wrestling Girl - Domu

Domu’s Journal - Day 1 in the Wrestling Ring

They laughed when I entered. They saw the cloak, the pale skin, and the crimson eyes, and they assumed I was another pretender trying to add theatrics to the ring. “Domu, the demon from the shadows,” they mocked. But they didn’t know what I’m capable of, or the strength that years of devotion to the Unseen One have bestowed upon me.

Tonight, I stepped into the ring for my first match. My opponent? Pompa, the so-called “The Demon Girl.” She was loud, full of energy, and oozed confidence. A crowd favorite. They cheered her name as she flaunted her agility and delivered playful taunts. I remained silent, letting the red mist of my power swirl around me. No words were necessary.

The fight began. Pompa darted toward me, her movements swift and exaggerated, clearly trying to impress the crowd. But I wasn’t there for their approval. I waited, feeling the surge of power coursing through my veins, the dark flames of my faith pushing me forward. When the moment was right, I struck.

My claws, yes, claws, sliced through her bravado. A single well-placed sweep sent her sprawling. The crowd gasped as Pompa, so confident and proud, found herself upside down, her mighty form humiliatingly defeated. I could feel their shock, their disbelief, and perhaps even their fear. Perfect.

In the chaos, I caught a glimpse of another fighter watching from the sidelines, her jaw hanging open, her eyes wide with terror. Her face spoke volumes: “What have we unleashed into our world?”

Tonight, the ring became my altar, the screams of the crowd my unholy hymn. Let this be a warning to anyone who steps into my domain. I am Domu, not just another fighter but a harbinger of chaos. And this is only the beginning.

Let the others come. One by one, they will all fall.