Standard Match (Win by KO, submission or pinfall)
Stakes: POW
“You want to change your entrance music? From...what’s on the schedule?”
“Not, like, permanently. But like, a special match needs a special setter-offer, aye?”
“It’s a daytime TV Spot. Ma’am, there are licensing issues...”
Trust her, LAW had the rights, and aye, a daytime spot it was, but focus. This was Shimmer’s match against Nico “Prepare Miss Snugglebottoms, it’s Whacking Day” Cardona. Snugglebottoms! Nico's trash-talking Tweet had come at the end of a rotten day—
(actively repressed)
“Look,” the Summer Sapling said to Greg the Sound Guy, “just play the bit, and you can use my parking space for a month.” Even 3-0 loser Lionesses got better parking than the sound tech. “And if any shit comes of it, I’ll take the dive, aye? However you want to spin it...I switched it without you knowing...whatever. Just play the song.”
When the match started, Shimmerlace walked down the ramp in a costume utterly alien to her usual aesthetic. Her face was stoic as a tombstone. Her back was arch, and in her hands she carried an instrument of justice: a thick, black baton. Over her wild costume of the fey court, she wore a formless brown robe and a black tie. The Teatime Bunny skipped, solemn as a druid on May Day, to the celebratory, magnificent beat of her new entrance:
Oh whacking day, oh whacking day!
Our hallowed saints, skull cracking day!
We’ll break their backs, gouge out their eyes!
Their evil hearts we’ll pulverize!
Oh whacking day, oh whacking day!
May God bestow his grace on thee!