The Mexican boy would her a signal that it was his turn. He would just nod to the other person and would slowly walk out of the backstage area. He would walk through a badly lighted room right to a big octagon cage. He would try not to show his nervous kind, especially because he didn’t knew who or what he was fighting tonight. He would reach the cage soon and take the stairs into it walking up and down there for a little bit holding his arms high into the air. He would hope to get a positive reaction from the crowed but they were rather quite. The boy would walk over to his corner where he started to stretch a little bit, waiting for his opponent to show up.
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