What felt like barely any time ago, Angie was simply making do with part-time work, hopping from job to job not particularity going anywhere but at least keeping her head above water. It wasn't until she took a chance from a random flyer that she thought maybe she could have a entertaining career as an adult star for a catfighting organization or whatever exactly LAW is supposed to be. What she wasn't expecting was to be paid a handsome contract up-front before they even had to see her perform, apparently her cute outfit and mediocre interview was good enough.
It wasn't until she watched the product after signing her contract that she was given an idea what she actually signed up for. Strong Women and Men absolutely hurting each other in a ring, amazing feats of strength and athletes Angie had never even though could be real.
But it was all too real. And now she was about to enter her first contractually obligated match.
She stood where she was instructed just behind the curtain into the arena next to the production staff who were busy chattering away on their headsets and keeping an eye on the monitors. Angie stood nervously, playing with her fingers as she crossed and uncrossed her legs; a endless feeling of butterflies and vertigo emanating from her stomach as she heard the crowd just beyond the curtain.
She wore what she had to her initial audition; a assortment of playful and sexy attire she had lying around from her stripping days that she thought would look cute for a foxy boxing match or maybe a mud-fight. She wore a pair of thigh high pink accented socks with no shoes, her toes able to feel the cold concrete underneath her feet. The heart embroidered thong she wore rode high up her ass, the material of which was completely lost between the fat of her cheeks. A tiny mini-skirt which didn't do a thing to hide her shame and a tight crop-top that stretched heavily against her fatty breasts.
She felt exposed and under-dressed; if she could she would wear a full suit of hockey equipment but her contract mandated she wrestle in the outfit she auditioned in. Losing confidence before even stepping foot into the arena, she nervously looked at the production staff member that was facing her direction.
"S-so- What do I do?"
The question was ignored by the staff member who flashed a spread palm in her direction, counting down with each finger until he reached 1. Angie stared at him like a lost dog, not understanding what he was doing or when he would respond to her question. Suddenly, the generic LAW theme song Angie had heard echoed earlier in the show came on and the staff member began aggressively pointing at the curtain while glaring at her.
Oh god, it was time. This was the part where a wrestlers music plays and they have to walk down to the ring, having not watched wrestling before joining LAW she was unfamiliar with the social queues and sequence of events; on top of that her whole body was shaking like a nervous wreck. The production assistant began to stand up now and was shouting something through the music at her, she realized she had remained fixed in place this whole time while she was supposed to walk through the curtain...
With a set of nervous steps she swallowed down her anxiety and walked through the curtain.
Once her eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the arena she was met with a sea of people, all in their seats hooting and hollering surrounding the empty ring in the centre. Staring at the crowd her shaking only became worse as the amount of people was overwhelming to her~ This-this was insane. She must just be having a bad dream or something. There's no way this was reality.
Reality came pushing at her back, the angry production assistant came out on stage, shoving her as she had frozen at the entrance ramp. Stumbling into a walk she began to take proper steps down to the ring, feeling the cold wind of the arena hugging all parts of her exposed body. Walking down she could get a good look at the audience, seeing individuals as people for the first time, cheering and oggling her as she nervously stared back like a deer in the headlights.
Walking up to the side of the ring she stood still and got a proper look, this was the first time she was actually next to a wrestling ring. She couldn't believe she was supposed to compete on this giant platform in front of all these people, she wondered how springy the ropes are supposed to be as she studied it, trying her best to drown out the crowd.
Not knowing what to do next as the generic LAW music continued to play she stood near the steps and nervously fiddled with her fingers, waiting for something to happen or somebody to tell her what to do. She assumed her opponent would be coming from the ramp as well, so Angie waited patiently outside the ring for them to arrive.
