As the Showstopper settled into her corner, her lack lustre attitude rubbed off on her fans - maybe something was wrong with this bombshell and they didn't know about it, and worse! The rowdies near the barricade separating them from ringside might not be helping to make her feel more comfortable. But, even if they shouted their love to bring her their support to the Showtopper from so far away, they wouldn't stand much of a chance when the arena lights dimmed to evoke silence, a very pleasant and welcoming one. The ramp lights began to flash on and off like pulses to the song of the musical entrance of the next leading wrestler.
That call for attention ignited the cheers of this little piece of the world and the interest of those who wanted the attention that the Showtopper could not give them. The First Queen of the pub club walked through the curtains as if this was her catwalk, stopping in front to pose with one hand on her hips and raise her hand in a position as if she were carrying something invisible. Immediately her name was projected above her head on the titantron screen:
Gabriel Vinlee - The Royal Viper and from the angle of the camera, it looked like her name was what she was proudly holding up.
Today the Brit seemed much more animated, sweeping the arena with her gaze from corner to corner of her eye, smiling in amusement. She then pranced up the top ramp, flapping her skirt at a childish pace and revealing her athletic shorts, an attitude typical of many confident wrestlers, but it was not so common for her to be so...free.
What was common was that she didn't stop to greet anyone, she only had eyes for the ring, her goal. Although everyone might be used to this by now, it was part of her essence, her regal, whimsical but righteous essence. She didn't want to send the wrong message: she only comes for her opponent, that's who she owes everything.
Gabriel stopped prancing just as she came to stand in front of the ring and entered it by sliding curvaceously under the bottom rope, bringing her body inside with a certain brazen, but very magnetic sensuality and the justly short skirt didn't help to calm the imagination (they'd already seen her shorts for her prancing, but now that they fancied seeing the shape of Britain's queenly rear, the skirt was doing its job well to leave them wanting and cover the queen's treasure).
She planted her knee on the canvas and stood up as if nothing had happened only to jump up and down as a sign that she was complete and then pivoted on her toes before turning very serious and going to her corner dramatically.
The queen would keep this up by not waving to the crowd until the end because she didn't go up to her corner to whip up support from those clamouring for her. She would just lean back in the corner and put her elbows on the ropes. She looked at Rin, the one to whom she must give attention and slowly scanned her from her boots up, stopping at her eyes, and gave her a flirtatious half smile and a wink to see if she could help her with her lack of mood, which she noticed from backstage.
