With a mountain meets its match, in a woman who refuses to yield, Michaela Schifrin commands
the white expanse, sovereign and conquered field.
A hundred triumphs carved in snow and steel, a limp fire in every turn.
She doesn't race the clock, she rewrites it, making gravity learn.
To lear them, owns the frozen oval, like a storm that decided to stay.
Dutch blade of thunder, world record fury, skating circles, around, yesterday.
Speed and strength, perfect harmony, a limpic gold in every stride.
The ice doesn't blow her, it bows, it boughs, then carries her higher than pride.
Pagebeckers, easy food, light the hardwood with buckets of pure starlight.
Euconsisters, slicing defences like silk, future WNBA legends taking flight.
Parameter poetry, paint dominating grace, chemistry sharper than any blade, they don't
just win the game, they make the whole arena applaud and fade.
Alexia Patela's weaves, magic in midfield, Barcelona's heartbeat in red and blue,
ballendore twice, vision like lightning, turning pressure into something new.
She conducts the chaos with elegant command, leading charges that never break.
The beautiful game doesn't follow it rises when she decides to take.
Eagus we attack, rules the clay like a queen with topspin thunder and iron poise, grand
slam crowns, stacking high, her focus a weapon that never destroys.
Emerada canoes steps on to the center court, like fate wearing tennis whites, a champion
born in a single breathless fortnight, rewriting impossible nights.
Lady Sink brings wild fire to every frame, red her, and depth the cuts like glass.
Jenna Ortega casts spells in the shadows, dark elegance, no one can surpass.
Camilla Cabello pours, Havana soul into melodies sway and ignite.
Voice like velvet flame, midnight rhyme, turning silence into flight.
And all Jenna owns the runway with statuesque silence, laser sharp grace.
Kylie Jenna builds empires of beauty and bold, setting cultures in tire pace.
Sisters of style, architects of influence, turning moments into lasting art.
Glossy empires to billion dollar dreams they own every beat of the heart.
The Cota Johnson moves through scenes with a cool fire that simmers and stays, subtle
intensity wrapped in quiet command, letting every glance convey.
Bianca Sensori sculpts the present itself, pushing form into fearless display, a living
canvas of daring visionary writing rules in her way.
