Backstage Chantelle Calderwood braced herself to take to the ring once more. For this match she had spurned her classic blue leotard, instead clad in a flimsy black lycra bodysuit that cover her legs and lower torso. Coupled with that was a purple wrestling top, briefs, boots and black fingerless gloves. Ruffling her short brown hair, she stretched out, trying to psyche herself up. Her attempts to carve a less dismal reputation in LAW had so far amounted to nothing, but she knew this match represented a better chance than any before - taking on a male wrestler with a less than stellar record. She had to start somewhere!
Her music
What the Hell began blasting out of the speakers and the veteran Scot tried to put on a cheery face as she strutted out to the ramp and into the limelight.
Plenty of cheers still greeted her as she made her way down the ramp towards the ring, but to her embarrassment she did notice one or two fans holding up enlarged posters with photographs of some of her ignominious defeats in LAW already. It was hardly an uncommon sight for her, but she had hoped to try and shed her reputation as a perennial jobber in this new promotion.
But to do that she needed to actually win some matches!
With her cheeks flushing red, she clambered into the ring to join her male opponent, and looked the scantly dressed male up and down with a curious eye. He certainly was not intimidating - maybe she had a shot at etching her first LAW win into history at last!
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Good luck," she said, sticking out a hand for him to shake. "
Let's try an' have a good match, aye?"
