The ring is ground-level with three ropes. The area that would be occupied by a fourth rope is occupied by a pool.
The time had finally come!
The people making decisions had decided that Dio should get his chance. And it was not only a fight - they sought to give Dio a chance to show himself to all, his fine form on display at a beach, glistening in the sun and drenched in the waters. They knew what they had with him, that much was certain, and they also knew what he wanted and searched for in the wrestling ring. A very exotic woman, from a strange, cold place filled with blonde models (or so it seemed after a Google image search) called Sweden, would tussle with him between the ropes and within the waters. Dio could not wait, and she would get to know him and everything Dio could offer to a lovely competitor such as herself. Oh, yes she would.
As his music poured from the speakers in the outdoor arena, Dio strolled his way through the bleachers, his grin a mile wide. Ah, beyond the beauty he would soon wrestle with, he had all these pretty girls in their bikinis come to cheer for him. He took a special effort to point to as many of them as possible as he passed them. More than a few looked quite happy to cheer him. One he thought said she wanted to eat something off of his abs. That one he had not heard. "Don't be shame!", Dio yelled into the stands, the Guyanese Creole trying to come out though he had learned to stifle it over the years. Lots of Tom Cruise and Denzel Washington movies - the most perfect English-speaking examples of masculinity. "Is jus' normal to call out for Dio!"
When he reached the ring, he stopped flaunting and pumping his muscles, only so he could drop into a stance, spread his arms, shift, and shimmy to the drums to represent the culture of his tribal home. His mother, who did not have a TV, a computer, a phone... well, anything to have been able to see him would be proud if she could have seen him. It would just have to come to her in a dream, he supposed. But as soon as he finished, he turned back to the charms, so much so that he nearly tripped into the pool while blowing a kiss at a little brunette in the first row. Ah, worth it though, and he saved it by hopping over it and landing in a graceful spin in the ring.
Ah, those cheers. He felt like a gladiator, except without the promise of death. He would be sure to quote another great English-speaking thespian before the match ended. "No worry, no worry! I sign all autographs when we done with the match!", he called out to them as he hopped up onto the turnbuckle, giving them one last flex before he would retire to give his lovely opponent a chance to make her grand entrance.