Victoria Faraday arrived late to the arena, already clad in her ring gear with her Blackpool Championship slung around her shoulder. The buxom blonde seemed to carry herself with extra arrogance tonight, pushing carelessly past ring crew and production assistants as she made her way to the ring entrance. Tonight, the British veteran was going to be heading up against Athena Wonder. A name she hadn’t heard in a long time, but one she was very familiar with. The two women had clashed numerous times back in the United Kingdom, Victoria’s home turf, and the self-proclaimed Queen wasn’t about to show any weakness at the prospect of facing a competitor like Athena again.
Once Victoria’s music hit the loudspeakers, Victoria emerged on the ramp. Title slung over her shoulder, Victoria posed for the fans. She leaned forward, giving an ample view of her cleavage, as she sneered up at Athena, waiting for her in the ring.
“Here we go again, luv!” Victoria shouted, in a witchy tone. “You ready to lay down for me?” Victoria stood up to her full height then, patting her belt, coming down the ramp with heavy steps. Despite her outward cockiness, Victoria’s eyes showed that she was not taking Athena lightly, the veteran sizing up her opponent, trying to figure out how much had changed, over the years.
Victoria strode up the ring steps, wiped her boots on the apron, and stepped between the ropes. The ref came to do the pre-match check, and Victoria shoved her off by pressing the title belt into her chest and striding straight toward Athena. Victoria locked eyes with her rival, as if daring her to act before the bell.
