Clarisse was seated in one the chairs inside the fan-tunnels from where she was to make her entrance in her scheduled match tonight. In her hand was a glossy LAW magazine, about all things LAW and Clarisse was reading one of the columns about a legend of the promotion, Aurora Lund. She certainly had a glittering career from what the brawler could read, her eyes scanning over the words with care, not leaving anything out.
She was to enter after her opponent, whose music rang all over the arena. Ashera was her name and she looked rather displeased for some reason, from what Clarisse could see in the small wall-mounted monitor across of her.
"Dalton, come here" Her voice soft but clear sounding out a crew member passing by, whom she knew by name.
"Keep this magazine with you. I will get back to it after match." Clarisse handed the piece over, and after he nodded in affirmation, her hand reached up to pat his shoulder, a little smile on her face from gratitude and then turned around to proceed with her own entrance.
Ashera's voice boomed across suddenly, stopping Clarisse, who was now at the edge of the entrance of the tunnel dead in her tracks. This woman seemed to be eager to fight, going so far not stop her entrance short and calling out the brawler, itching to dish out a beating.
Clarisse though, wasn't in a hurry to come out, patiently waiting for the lights to dim significantly before striding down the stariway, like a common wrestling fanatic, unsuspected by the crowd. Her wrestling career might not have gone off the brightest of starts, with the fights in the open-arena acting like a hindrance from ever getting comfortable in the ring. But Clarisse knew she had to get out of her comfort zone and push herself through this handicap, one way or the other.
As usual, leaping over the barricade, Clarisse landed with a dull thud and proceeded to climb into the ring, just as the lights got back to normal, appearing as if she popped out of nowhere. The brawler though, unlike her opponent wasn't one to throw barbs or talk trash in return, instead just getting close to her, such that their foreheads could touch but without any emotion on the surface, just a pair of cold eyes locking with the fiery gaze of her foe...
