She can't be sure if her nerves are worse tonight than when she first debuted with LAW or not. At least when she debuted, she was pegged to fight a rookie in the roster. This is different. Ugh.
The Punk Princess is already dressed for her match later in the evening. She's wearing her sleek black wrestling boots and black short-shorts, complete with the feline-themed belt. She wears a sportsbra-esque wrestling top, also black, beneath a simple long-sleeved pink shirt destined to be removed before her match begins. The accessories are her typical fair, consisting only of a black choker and, if it could be counted as such, a light application of pink lip gloss.
The brassy agitator is seated on a folding chair as out of the way as possible from the general clamor and fuss of other wrestlers and stagehands getting things ready and moving the show along. In her lap is a warm-hued acoustic guitar. Nimble fingers dance over the strings, following the chords and lilting background melody of Sugar Ray's "Someday", gently humming the lyrical melody and tapping the toe of her right boot. Hunched a little over the instrument and head low, her hair shadows over her eyes.