Spoiler

It wasn't like She wanted to lose. With the gruelling schedule She simply had no time to prepare, train, understand or more importantly perhaps- find actual wrestling gear that wasn't just dug out of a used bin. The fact Her trunks and bra continue to slip off Her body was infuriating Her to no end. Her skin was already crawling and the match before Her's hadn't even ended. She felt so disposable, although the pay was admittedly good it was hard to think of ways to improve before Her time would be called up. And as the thought passed her head the bell rang and the ongoing match concluded.
"Alright... time to-"
Sandra cut herself off mid-thought. Time to what? Was She trying to boost Her own confidence as if it mattered in any way? Christ, might as well just get the night over with.
As the two Women in the previous match made their way up the ramp separately Sandra stood up and walked towards the ring, knowing Her place in this organization there wasn't going to be a chance She even got Her own entrance. Having Her wait ringside was simply a faster way to get things going rather than wasting time on having Her come down the ramp; She'd be surprised if anyone knew Her name from the audience in the first place.
And so She stood in the corner of the ring; tugging at Her sagging outfit to keep Herself looking at least slightly modest while awaiting Her opponent. Maybe a strategy could be formulated once She got a look at who She was facing? Could She trip somebody or push them over? Sandra just had to pray Her opponent would be at the very least smaller in stature to Herself...

