"CHEYENNE! This is it! Are you freaking out? You look like you're freaking out!" exclaimed Deanna Duncan, Cheyenne Black Rock's best friend and tag partner.
Cheyenne, despite her accusation that she's freaking out had the same calm expression on her face that she normally did as she waited backstage. Then, she said simply,
"I am freaking out."
That dubious acknowledgement was enough for Deanna to buy into it as she went behind her friend and started to massage her shoulders.
"It's alright, Chey. You got this. It's no big deal--I mean it is a big deal. HUGE deal. Like, enormous deal. You have your debut match against another debuting person--who knows what she's like. She could be like, a she-devil killer cannibal."
"She seems fine," answered the Native American, patiently awaiting her turn to walk out to the ring.
"Okay, yeah. But you know how those types are. Just look at them wrong and then POW! They just bit a chunk out of your arm. You just got cannibalized, if you're lucky, and if at worst you're a zombie now," explained Deanna, motioning to the ring as if to make her point.
"I will ensure she does not bite me," was the simple response to the ridiculous accusation from Cheyenne's friend.
"That's the spirit, you got this Cheyenne! And hey! I'll be right there. Keeping an eye on all of it. Because we're partners, right? And we got each other's backs," said Deanna, standing on her tippy toes to put her arm around Cheyenne's shoulders in an embrace.
"Thank you," said Black Rock before walking out to the ring when her music hit. As
Sugar & Spice by Icon For Hire played, the imposing Native American walked to the top of the stage as Deanna followed her, trying to hype up the crowd. She watched her opponent as she walked down to the ring simply, with Deanna making more of a commotion behind her. Without much fanfare on her end, Cheyenne just walked up the ring steps and pushed down the top rope, stepping over top of it as she kept her eye on Ainu Harue, her opponent for the evening. She shrugged off her Native American-styled jacket to leave her in her tight, cleavage bearing top and her short-shorts, and stockings.
"OH MY GOD! What were you thinking going up against Cheyenne freaking Black Rock!? ARE YOU CRAZY!?" screamed Duncan as she scaled the top rope behind Cheyenne and pointed at Ainu.
"She's--she's the best! She's better than the best! Find who you think is the best and she's better! She's going to embarrass you! WOOOOOOOW! I hope you don't plan on stepping into a ring again."
"Deanna," stated Cheyenne plainly as she stared at Ainu from across the ring, not bothering to look at her friend as she addressed her.
"What's up, Chey?"
"That is too much."
"...Yeah, I got the sense, but I was already in too deep, sorry." Deanna frowned, then looked past Cheyenne to wave at Ainu.
"Hey, forget all of that! We're good!" She flashed a smile at Cheyenne's opponent than slapped her friend on the shoulder.
"You got this though, Chey!"
Cheyenne replied with a simple nod as she began to walk to the middle of the ring to face off against her opponent for the night, folding her arms over her ample chest, not addressing her directly yet, but simply deciding to wait to see what Ainu may have to say instead.
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