Gabriella zipped up her leotard as she prepares for her third match. She’d managed to gain a lot of traction lately, maybe the higher ups could see she had talent. The thought fed her ego a bit but she knew she couldn’t show it, not yet. Not until she took dog a big fish.
Heading towards the entrance she hears her name and her theme begin to play. It became customary now and she burst towards the ramp in a show of finesse. Waving and taking in the shouts and praise. She always wondered how much of the audience knew her from her shows and movies.
Tonight she opted to slide underneath the ropes, feeling the need to shake things up a little. She turns toward the entrance and hops up onto the turnbuckle to await her foe. Ana was their name, one she’d cross out after tonight.