While Silver was making her entrance, her scheduled opponent stood back in the locker rooms. She was still and silent, her forehead pressed against the lockers as she took in a few slow, deep breaths to calm her nerves. This, she knew, was new to her - among her first singles matches ever since she began training under Gail Whitaker, and ever since she resolved to stop letting herself get held back with second-guesses and hesitation. In some ways, it was an intimidating thought - Marzia would be on her own, with only Gail's lessons to go off of, and she wouldn't have a safety net to fall back on. But she knew that was a leap of faith she was going to have to take. She wouldn't get anywhere from hiding behind anyone. That was behind her now. And when
her last match against Lara Toshinatsu had gone well for her, she could at least feel assured that she could do something right.
All she knew was that the world was going to see a whole new Marzia.
"And her opponent, from Rome, Italy, MARZIA SERVELLI!"
As harsh, driving music played over the speakers, Marzia stepped out onto the entrance ramp. She bit her lip, doing her best to look out toward her opponent with a scowl as she balled one fist and planted it against the palm of her other hand. She wasn't used to acting this tough, but she knew at least what she was supposed to do, and she knew she needed to take her next step into this new world.
Storming toward the ring, Marzia glared up at Silver, pulling herself up through the ropes to lock eyes with her. There, she clenched her teeth in a snarl.
"Hey, punk-! Listen, I don't care where you came from, or who you are...you're still going down!" Marzia knew she was dealing with a fellow Italian, but - although the better part of her wanted to get to know Silver better - she knew that was pointless. She couldn't let herself go soft, and she would have to deal with her like she would anyone else! She just hoped the conviction in her voice was convincing.