Cadence took a sigh, a now ever-present anxiety overwhelmed his brain. He could hear the crowds out there, chanting, screaming, wailing out words he couldn't quite make out, but it wasn't the words that made him stiffen in the "Readying Room", or whatever it was called, Cadence had heard a similar number of people before... "
No, not 'People'..." he thought, quietly staring at the mirror in front of him, "
... Animals... scrounging, scratching, nipping animals...". Cadence had remembered all too well the crowd in Afghanastan that pointed, cheered, and growled at his damaged body, as Enemy forces drug him through their streets like a war trophy, the crowds applauded their "Heroic" efforts whilst chanting for his death.
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Calm down, Cadence...", He told himself, an attempt to calm himself down, "...
This isn't then, this isn't there, this is a new place, with people who aren't trying to kill you...", While technically correct about the fans, Cahill couldn't help but wonder whether any of the other Wrestlers had the want to kill Him, to kill new blood. Focussing back on the mirror, and the rather... distracting wails from the crowds that echoed and reverberated off the rather dull velvet walls of the room, Cadence finally applied his Grey T-Shaped makeup pattern on his face, covering the eyes, then the nose and mouth. "
Let's do this..."
Now fully dressed, Cadence 'Hunter' Cahill eventually arrived at the top of the Entrance Ramp from the Dressing Room, an unexpectedly short trip. With the crowds now in full view, and him finally in their line of sight Cadence couldn't help but give a still suspicious squint at them; they may not have been here to claw him to death, but he still fealt uneasy and it would probably take a while for him to get used to this scenario. As the metal version of "Blow Me Away" played, Cahill noticed that a good amount of fans cheered even harder, not for him, but for the music that probably lit up their nostalgia of the game "Halo". While it was good to see some definite geeks in the audience, a prospect that lifted His anxiety just enough, that all changed when Cadence looked toward the ring, toward his opponent. While from far away she looked relatively small, and she probably was, she looked feirce, and despite the fact that from this distance he could barley make out small details, she looked like she was smirking, not in the stereotypical "Cool kid in the school" way either. "
Fantastic...", he muttered, knowing all too well that she looked like she wanted to whale on someone, that being Cahill himself.
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It's time to Dance, Cahill...", Cadence muttered to himself as he walked down the ramps length. Reaching the ring, climbing its base, and entering through the ropes, cadence met the woman eye to eye. Eyes were the windows to the soul, one look told you everything you need to know about somebody, and she, well she looked like she wanted to kill Hunter, but not before beating him like a well orchestrated bongo session first. Setting himself against the opposite turnbuckle to hers, Cadence was left to look at the woman, his anxiety flaring up again, leaving him without words.
"First impressions are everything..." he thought, realizing he should probably do something to meet her smirk, Cadence decided upon his "Ready for battle" glare, Looking back to her eyes with his piercing blue intense stare.
