Zetta hadn't been too thrilled with the way her previous bout unfurled, resulting in a humiliating loss to someone she considered far beneath her. However, despite this, The Phoenix Queen picked herself back up and decided that the best way to take her mind off of things would be to continue participating in her most cherished hobby: Wrestling. Dawning her unique, vibrant mask that concealed her forlorn countenance Zetta threw on her jacket and stormed down the hallway, weaving in between miscellaneous jobbers along the way. Finally reaching the darkened curtain, the easterner nervous hopped on the balls of her feet, trying to diminish as much of her anxiety as she could before her music finally started.*
*As she crept into the spotlight, the audience reminded her how loved she truly was in their eyes, receiving a humungous pop the instant she appeared. This coaxed her into dipping her slender body towards the ground, striking a martial arts pose that showcased her flexibility. Maintaining this position for a few seconds, Zetta felt the flashing lights surround her. It was quite the mesmerizing sensation, but she knew her overzealous fans were incredibly grateful to photograph her.*
*Finally deciding to make her way towards the arena, Zetta's feet shivered just a bit as they kissed the steel steps, but in an instant she was coasting through the air, landing square on the platforms of her feet before twisting around and facing the walk ramp. Popping her diminutive body upwards, Zetta lifted a solitary leg by her face, curious to see her opponent try and top her introduction.*