Of course, Rail himself wouldn't be doing that, as his crippling stage fright made the idea downright terrifying. So, as he had done before, he sat on the bench of the locker room, crossed his legs, and mediated for some time, slowly letting himself fade into the back of his head, and manifesting the persona he had created for a career in pro wrestling, a persona that had no stage fright, that loved to bask in the crowds gaze and cheers and could have all the confidence and smugness that the normally quiet and shy Rail lacked in his own life.
Soon enough, when he opened his eyes again, Rail would be gone, tagging out for now, and Gold Ace would be in his place, placing golden contacts in his eyes to complete the look before putting on his ring gear and spiking his hair, finishing getting ready JUST in time to be called out for his match.
Spoiler
Gold AceThen the beat dropped, the lights kicked back in, bathing the arena in golden light as the amped up rookie charged out onto the entrance ramp and struck a pose, basking in the eyes of a crowd full of thousands. Sure, they didn't know who he was yet, and didn't give much of a reaction, but that was fine. They'd know soon enough. He made his way down the ramp, slapping a few offering hands for luck before pointing at the ring and running full speed the rest of the way, sliding under the bottom rope to enter the ring in one smooth motion and immediately springing up, raising his hands up above his head in a "A" symbol, letting everyone, from the crowd to his opponent to the people watching at home, that the Ace had arrived.
