Spoiler
Champions made a lot of money right?
That mattered!
Fuck that noise! All that mattered was that Alyssa was itching. The blond could feel it, it was as nails were pricking her all over, she was antsy and eager, she was sick and yet healthier than ever before! Was this the what they called thrill?! Fuck, it felt good. In a sense this was like any other match, she hadn't made it into the tournament yet, but this feeling was as exhilarating as anything she'd felt while training MMA. No wait...more!
"FUCK!" Alyssa shouted out as she stood at the Gorilla position, it wasn't out of anger, she was actually excited. She cranked her head to the right, cranked it to the left. She brought her right hand up as a fist and cranked her fingers against her left hand, she repeated the action with her left fist against her right palm. She looked as if she was right about ready to sock one of the workers.
The blonde bounced lightly on her feet, rolling her shoulders...her energy felt boundless.
The last time she felt like this she was a kid in school, no older than thirteen years of age and at that point she had downed about six cans of energy drinks. Her heart racing and yet her mind was still with one single thought.
The all clear signal then came her way. The stage workers giving her to go sign as she would step out onto the ramp. A loud but mixed reaction came her way as this qualifier match was about to be on it's way at any moment, and as she made her appearance on the ramp, just a second or two before her music queue. Five Finger Death Punch's Trouble being her brand new theme for this occasion. Alyssa started to march her way down the ramp, her heavy black boots stomping on the ramp as she made her way to the ring, pulling her jacket off and unlike most times...she'd toss her jacket off towards the crowd. Which quickly got hands grabbing at it. It was a rather impulse move of hers, as she slid in under the bottom ropes next and got up to her feet. A quick bounce on her feet as she would throw a two punch shadow box combo before pivoting and looking up at the ramp. She'd back up, making her way all the way to the ropes of the opposite side of the ring where she would lean back, arms outstretched as if she was trying to hold herself against those ropes to prevent herself from running at the first sight of an opponent she got.