The lights dimmed and put on a pink filter as
a jazzy tune played. Anton stepped out, wearing heaty shaped shades, a pink boa, and holding a rose.
The Booty Warrior made his way down the ramp, trailing the rose up and down his bare chest as he stared down at Nuke.
making his way to the ring weighing in at 240 pound: Anton S. Silva!Anton stopped halfway down the ramp. He took a sharp breath as he slid his hands up his body, spreading them out as he looked up, flower petals falling down from the ceiling onto the audience and ramp.
With a smile, Anton walked up the steps, wiping his boots on the ring apron before he faced the ring. With a flick of his wrist he tossed the rose into the ring before entering through the ropes.
Anton dropped his boa and shades, winking at Nuke