Victory by Pinfall or Submission
Thanks to NotoriousGoddess for having this match with me.
Nix paced back and forth in the locker, her fingers nervously fiddling with the edges of her yellow gear. She paused in front of a full-length LED-mirror embedded in the wall. The soft hum of the arena’s colossal air conditioning system buzzed overhead, blending with the distant roar of the packed crowd. This is it, she thought, her heart pounding like a drum. The muffled chants and cheers seeped through the walls, a thunderous reminder that the arena, capable of housing tens of thousands, was alive with anticipation—and that she was about to step into it.
She glanced at the polished steel door, and felt a chill run down her spine. This wasn’t some small-town venue; this was the big leagues. The weight of the moment pressed down on her like an anvil. She had trained for this, dreamed of this, but now that the moment was here, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was ready to share the ring with someone like Kaelara.
Maybe she’ll go easy on me, Nix thought, grasping at the faint hope that Kaelara’s reputation as a sister might extend a sliver of mercy. But deep down, she knew better. The ring wasn’t a place for mercy. It was a place for legends—and tonight, Nix would have to prove she belonged in one.
The sudden crackle of the arena's PA system snapped Nix out of her thoughts. The voice of the announcer boomed through the speakers, echoing in the cavernous space like a thunderclap. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the Librarian and daughter of Julia Severin, Nixanne Severin!” The crowd erupted into cheers, a tidal wave of sound that seemed to shake the walls.
Nix took a deep breath, her fingers tightening into fists. “Get Back” by Britney Spears blared through the speakers, the pulsing beat syncing with the pounding of her heart. The LED-mirror slid open, revealing the long, illuminated ramp leading to the ring. The lights were blinding, and the sheer scale of the arena hit her like a punch to the gut. But there was no turning back now.
Nixanne's Entrance Music
The closer she got to the ring, the louder the crowd became. Some chanted her name, while others hurled jeers, their voices blending into a chaotic symphony. She paused at the foot of the steps, glancing up at the ropes. The ring loomed before her, an altar of wrestling where legends were made and broken.
With one final breath, she climbed the steps and slid into the ring. The mat felt firm beneath her feet, the ropes taut under her fingertips. Adjusting her glasses a final time, she turned to face the crowd—heart racing but her resolve unshakable. Tonight, she would fight—not just for victory, but for her place in this world.
Nixanne Severin
