Finlay sat on a bench backstage near the guerilla position, hands interlaced with a dead serious expression on his face. Dressed in his usual attire he was obviously waiting for his cue to head out onto the ramp, but more over he was lost in his thoughts as recent events flitted through his mind. Loss after loss, he had taken and gradually fell down the latter of backstage contendors. But losses he could take, he could at least find some degree of pride in a defeat. But to date, nothing conpared to his most recent defeat to one Camie Young. That was by far more than a loss, that was a humiliation he refused to live down.
That’s why he was determined to show and not tell. He had gone to LAW management and demnaded they find him someone like Camie. If not outright levling a challenge for a rematch back at her. But they had found this woman. Samantha Gang. Some kind of cheap shotting middleweight. But she was a cheap shotting middleweight with a so far undefeated streak. Something he was keen to break tonight. Cracking his knuckles in preperation he rolled his neck as he stood up and walked to the entrance, his musci cuing up as he passed the threshold.
