Francisca watched backstage, mouth quirked in amusement as she watched her opponent's entrance. The Devil Cat flexed her lithe, supple limbs in preparation, clad in a maroon leotard, her Devil Cat mask and a set of thigh boots to match. She couldn't wait to get to grips with this 'Wildfire' - before this match was done she'd have the supposed super-hero wrapped around her fingers. She grinned deviously in anticipation.
Her entrance music
Knock Back burst from the speakers and she raced out from behind the curtain, halting at the top of the ramp, eyeing the crowds up. Turning her body side-on to better display her curves, the Costa-Rican beauty ran her hands seductively down over the swell of her breasts and over her stomach before bursting into motion, racing down the ramp with a whoop, blowing kisses and high-fiving fans as she went.
Diving under the bottom rope, she ignored her opponent at first, landing on all fours and staring around the arena before springing to her feet. She locked eyes with Wildfire, strutting to the centre of the ring with hands on hips. She nodded to the self-styled superhero.
"Hope you're ready to get a little down and dirty, senorita," Francisca crooned as she eyed her opponent up and down. "Cos you're in the ring with the Devil Cat now!"