"So deadass, they put me in a cage. Deadass! Deadass Chey!" shouted Deanna Duncan in her entrance attire, enthusiastic.
Cheyenne Black Rock, in her casual attire today, simply raised an eyebrow.
"We have had this conversation all day," answered the more calm Native American.
Deanna rolled her eyes, holding up her arms.
"Well yeah, because it's very unbelievable!" exclaimed the platinum-haired babe.
"I have no doubt you will do fine though," remarked Cheyenne, shrugging slightly.
"Your enthusiasm will overcome, at the very least."
"It's true! So I'll just go on out there and then, I don't know, I guess just compete in a cage. Like people in cages do, I guess," said the Diamond, shrugging exaggeratedly.
"Cagefighter, is the term you are probably looking for," Black Rock said plainly.
"Regardless, your music is playing. Good luck. I'll be back here when you're done."
"Sooooounds good Chey! I'll go be a Cagefighter now, if that's really what you insist I need to be!" said Deanna as she walked away, a confident smile on her face.
Her tag partner furrowed her brow and started to speak,
"It is simply what you would..." And then she trailed off, waving a hand in Deanna's direction, knowing she wasn't going to be listening anyway.
As Deanna Duncan stepped out onto the stage,
Nerves by Icon For Hire was playing as she smiled happily, prancing her way to the ring and slapping hands with some folks ringside as she looked up at the looming cage incredulously. She laughed, continuing to walk down to the ring before finally stepping through the door and taking off her jacket, heading to her corner and looking up at the top of the cage, in disbelief at the structure.
Finally, Deanna turned around and faced her opponent, giving her a little wave before thumbing back to the cage wall.
"A cage. Can you believe it? Deadass a cage! Wild stuff!" exclaimed Duncan, seeing how her opponent felt about the structure they were contained in.