Amy was in the locker room, sitting down, waiting for her next match. What she knew was that she would be facing a debuting wrestler known as 'Ty Lee'. She had faced a debuting wrestler before, so she felt ready for this match. She sat down, patiently waiting for her to be told that she needed to head out to the ring. She sat down, just letting her thoughts run wild in her head, as she let time pass. She was simply tapping her foot on the floor, whilst staring at the ground. She was already in her wrestling gear, and so she didn't have much to do apart from wait.
She waited rather impatiently. Getting even more agitated as time went on. She soon got up, and looked inside of her locker to retrieve something. It was her shirt. She took it out, and inspected it, similing. The shirt wasn't just any shirt, but a white shirt that was vandilised to the point where it'd look silly to even wear it. It was a shirt that she had kept with her since high school. On the last day, her, and her school friends decided to write on each other's shirts as a way of getting them to remember each other. She kept hers, but she wasn't sure on whether or not they kept theirs. It was the only thing she had left from her high school friends, as she had no way of contacting them now. She was all alone in Japan. It was a choice she made, which she doesn't regret, but she was still left alone with no friends in Japan. Something which sometimes gets to her.
"Amy, you're up" She was told. She put her white shirt back in her locker, and locked it. She smiled to herself for a while, thinking back to her high school days. She never saw herself as a popular girl, but she was still able to get a good amount of people to write some sort of message on her shirt. Even the messages written by the people she rarely ever spoke to meant a lot to her. The white shirt was one of the few things she kept-
"Amy!" A voice called out again, the same voice.
"Alright, I'm coming!" She screamed back. Storming out of her locker room.
"Jeez, can't you just be patient for one second? God!" She said. Another thing that she kept from her high school days was her short temper.
She headed straight for the ring, still a little agitated by what happened earlier.
Her theme song was still able to play just as she emerged from the back, despite how quickly she did it. She was visibly annoyed by what happened earlier. She didn't even pay attention to the fans this time as she made her entrance. She just walked straight down the ramp. The ring announcer proceeded to introduce Amy:
"And her opponent, weighing in at 104 pounds, Amy Howard!" Amy soon reached the end of the ramp, then she transitioned into a slight jog, and slid under the ring.
She stood up after she slipped into the ring, and analysed her opponent. She was noticably taller than her, something which may turn out to be a problem later on in the match. As of right now though, she didn't care. She just walked over to the furthest corner, and leaned on it, waiting for the match to begin.
