Snow glanced in as the elevator doors opened and saw Svetlana already in her wrestling gear, stretching a bit and showing off her figure to the audience and staff. A slight smile touched the actress's lips as she saw her colleague so composed despite the grandeur surrounding them. This unexpectedly reassured her.
When the doors opened fully, Snow stepped forward smoothly, greeting them with a gentle nod before replying in a calm and measured tone. "This place is relatively new; Dixie had it completely rebuilt. Not bad, huh?" the actress said with a laugh. "I'm glad you're here early. It gives us a good chance to warm up properly before everything starts." Snow stepped into the ring and began stretching. She demonstrated Svetlana's stretches and then mimicked the movements, rotating her shoulders and relaxing her posture, preparing herself without rushing. "And don't worry about feeling out of place. Most people here came to see a show, not to understand what it takes to get into a place like this. You and I are here for one purpose only, and that's to see which of us deserves to be captain of our tag team."
Snow's gaze flicked briefly down the hallway behind the elevator, then back to Svetlana's, her eyes fixed on her. "The hostess has arrived."
Sure enough, at the end of the corridor appeared none other than Dixie Dion herself, flanked by two elegantly dressed assistants carrying tablets and clipboards like royal heralds. Dixie, curiously, was wearing her typical wrestling attire, her purple hair pulled back in a high ponytail. She moved with the natural ease of someone who owned not only the building, but the moment.
Snow walked toward one of the turnbuckles, while Dixie climbed and went under the ropes. "Well, well," Dixie purred as she stopped in the middle of the ring, hands on her hips. "Looks like today we have the return of one of my favorite gladiators, accompanied by her tag team partner." She smiled smugly at Svetlana. "But I suppose I should feel flattered that you've taken today's show so seriously. This isn't just any match, it's the Fallen Contest. No rules. No mercy. And no excuses."
She approached, lowering her voice slightly, though everyone in the room could still hear her. "The winner becomes captain of the new tag team division... plus an extra contractual clause that only I decide. The loser? They'll wear their teammate's outfit for a month, and call her captain for life." Dixie seemed enthusiastic.
Snow didn't flinch. She simply tilted her head, grinning like a cat that's just been given the key to the dairy.
"Perfect. Just how I like it. High stakes, no safety net." She turned to Svetlana, offering her a gloved fist. "Let's show these people what Eastern European girls are made of. Ready to fall...?"
Dixie clapped once, firmly and decisively. "The bell is imaginary. The clock ticks. Let´s The Match Begin!"
The air crackled. No music. No roar from the crowd. Just the murmur of luxury and the tension of two warriors ready to tear each other apart, with everything at stake.
