Tonight's the night.
Just moments before the Siberian Wolf's theme song began to play, Irina waited backstage for her signal. This would be her first time competing in front of such a large audience, and there were plenty of expectations surrounding her, especially from fans familiar with the European wrestling scene.
Irina was a talented wrestler and a force to be reckoned with. It seemed fitting that her debut would put her against someone equally formidable. Perhaps LAW wanted to see if the Russian newcomer truly had what it took.
As she waited, Irina went through one final warm-up, stretching her body and getting her adrenaline flowing with a few jumps in place. Yet when her music finally started, her body seemed to move on instinct.
There was excitement in her chest, but Irina had been doing this for years. She kept herself composed, taking a deep breath before stepping out from backstage and making her way toward the ring.
Cheers immediately filled the arena. Some fans knew her from her tours across Europe, while others were seeing the Siberian Wolf for the first time.
Either way, it was basically impossible to ignore the white-haired beauty making her way down the ramp.
LAW had kept her attire simple: a black sports bra and matching pants that complemented her athletic physique. Irina needed no elaborate outfit to make an impression.
Once she reached the ring, Irina slid between the ropes and took a moment to walk around, surveying the arena before her eyes eventually settled on her opponent.
Her gaze remained cold and distant as she sized them up.
Cute, she thought.
After taking one final look, Irina retreated to her corner and waited for the bell.
The crowd was ready.
And so was the Siberian Wolf.
