Britannia.

Britannia made her way towards the stage with her signature tune "Rule Britannia" booming out around the stadium. A small, but noisy and exceedingly drunk section of the crowd comprised of British expatriots rose to their feet and sang along with drunken nationalistic fervour and waved union jack flags to welcome their heroine.

The big, blonde ice maiden acknowledged her rowdy fans, blowing a kiss toward the section of seating they had congregated in and saluting them with her upraised trident. She jumped up onto the ringside, giving all those seated nearby a brief flash as her light white skirt flew up and revealed that as usual the British wrestler had not deigned to wear anything beneath.

Ducking beneath the top rope she did a circuit of the ring, basking in the applause and adulation. Then retiring to her corner she stripped down for action, handing her flag emblazoned shield and trident to her trainer and removing the sparkling, plumed helmet that she wore. Dressed now in a short, loose white skirt, white kneehigh wrestling boots and metal plate bikini she began to warm up.

The muscular Englishwoman hooked one heel onto a rope and stretched like a ballerina, uncaring that her her loose skirt hiked up over her thigh and that a section of those seated close by got absolute confirmation that her platinum blonde hair was entirely natural. Seeing necks craning to get a better view up her skirt, Britannia smiled and moved the hem of her skirt further so that even more could see the pale blonde fuzz that lighly covered her mons.