She was shaking from head to toe as she attempted to pull the long boot up her leg- she had NEVER been this excited to get dressed for ANYTHING in her entire life~ She snapped her underwear to her waist and fixed her tie- finally finishing with the coup de grace~ she adorned her black mask which turned her from the former mild mannered stage hand into...
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Calista squealed at her own reflection- she couldn't BELIEVE who she was looking at in the mirror- SHE WAS A BONIFIED SUPERHERO- A REAL LIFE ACTUAL SUPERHERO!!! The last crime she had orchestrated the demise of simply ended with her directing the authorities to the proper location of the perpetrators- which is like, good and all but in the world of professional wrestling she had heard that VILLAINY is stopped one on one... IN THE RING!!!
"CAGE MATCH STYLE!!!" Calista struck a fighting pose- fists held high and feet pressed steady down in a wide stance as she imagined how epic it would be to thwart the evildoers of the ring! Yeah- she would hit em with ONE OF THESE! (Calista kicked her leg high up into the air!) AND ONE OF THESE! (Calista bent down and delivered a DEVASTATING jumping uppercut to the air in front of her!) AND ONE OF T-
"Miss? Can you please stop?"
Calista blinked twice, halfway between recovering from her uppercut as a rather bored looking stagehand interrupted her by opening the door to the locker room.
"AH-HA! HELLO CITIZEN; IT IS I! CALISTA, THE MAGNIFICENT! HOW MAY I SERVE YOU TODAY?!"
"I need you to sign this waiver. You'll be informed of a match if we find one for you."
Calista squinted. Heroes don't... SIGN papers. Or do they..? Wait, does batman sign papers? Does he pay a license to fly his batplane? Eugh, ok whatever it's just a stupid paper- that doesn't mean though that it can't be signed...
"WITH PIZZAZ!!!"
Calista GRABBED the pen out of the stage hands open palm and RIGHTEOUSLY scribbled an incoherent signature ABOVE THE LINE WHERE THE SIGNATURE IS REQUIRED!
"THANK YOU CITIZEN- WILL THAT BE A-" The door was shut before she could finish speaking. Calista stood proudly with her hands on her hips, vacantly staring at the door as her mind caught up with the rest of her. Ok so that was just a formality thing or whatever- NO MATTER; THERE IS ALL MANNER OF INVESTIGATION TO BE HAD! Calista SWUNG the door open and marched into the hall; looking to get a lay of the land now that she was donned in her finest attire and heroically signed with potential liabilities at the workplace!
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Calista stood with her hands heroically on her hips- scanning the backstage area for any info she could get... What exactly she was hoping to learn though was a mystery even to herself. She was told she would be "Informed" if a match was ready for her- but meanwhile there could be ALL MANNER OF VILLAINY AFOOT! She would just have to look where... Scanning the individuals backstage, she spotted a number of backstage hands, a bigger gal in the most generic attire she had ever seen, an almost naked guy with a mask sitting alone on a bench, two fighter types applying wrist tape... Her scanning of the room paused as she pressed her lips together and hummed to herself. There seemed to be very little evidence of villainy afoot. This looked like the backstage of a theatre.
"EXCUSE ME! ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF!"
The guy on the bench looked up lazily and the bigger gal looked slightly startled by the suddenness at which Calista spoke- the fighter types didn't care but whatever she didn't care about them anyway
"MY NAME IS CALISTA; THE MAGNIFICENT!"
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"I AM HERE TO QUELL THE VILLAINY OF THIS VILE SPORT- IF YOU WOULD BE SO KIND AS TO POINT ME TO YOUR NEAREST VILLAINS I WOULD BE HAPPY TO RECEIVE IT!"
The guy on the bench looked in the opposite direction. The bigger gal blushed and opted to stare at her feet instead. Calista stood in the open hallway with her hands still on her hips; expecting some kind of thematic response from somewhere. Anytime now. Ok now the two fighters literally walked away, did they even hear her? Calista's brow furrowed as she stomped in a different direction- maybe somewhere closer to where the production stuff was going on there would be some more receptive individuals to her decree.
