A smile tugs at the corners of Emi's lips as she exchanges a few words with one of her colleagues, her voice filled with excitement. "Can you feel it?" she asks, her eyes alight with anticipation. "The energy tonight is electric."
Her companions nod in agreement, their own excitement palpable as they gear up for their matches later on. "You seem surprisingly calm," one of them remarks, a note of admiration in their voice.
Emi chuckles softly, a confident gleam in her amber eyes. "I've been waiting for this moment my whole life," she replies. "I'm not nervous at all. I'm just... excited. Tonight is my chance to show the world what I'm made of."
As the sound of her theme song fills the arena (unfortunately I have not decided what it is yet), Emi's excitement reaches a new height. With a final nod to her friends, she strides purposefully towards the entrance ramp, the roar of the crowd growing louder with each step.
Stepping into the spotlight, the cheers of the audience wash over her like a wave, fueling her determination. With a graceful flourish, she raises a hand in acknowledgment, her smile radiant and genuine.
Tonight, Emi was not just here to compete. She was here to make a statement. The White Dragon has arrived in LAW and she intends to leave her mark.
THE WHITE DRAGON HAS ARRIVED!
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The spotlight follows as she ascends the metal steps and slips between the ropes. Pivoting, she turns to face the cheering fans, her gaze sweeping over the arena with a sense of love and respect.
Emi takes a quick stroll around the ring to soak in the electrifying atmosphere. The cheers grow louder as she climbs on one corner after another, waving her hands and acknowledging the crowd present in her debut. The cheers of the crowd echo off the walls of the arena and reveberates in her chest.
Finished with her in-ring routine, she settles into a corner of the ring, her excitement disappearing as she now embraces a focused intensity while waiting for her opponent to arrive. With her back pressed against the turnbuckle, she bounces lightly on the balls of her feet, her muscles coiled like a spring ready to be unleashed.
As the anticipation builds, Emi's senses sharpen, her mind honed to a razor's edge as she prepares for the fight to come.