After Speranza's crisp entrance, the pub-rep didn't take long for the next wrestler to introduce herself to get into the gorilla's position as the lights dimmed and Speranza's musical entrance was mitigated
to make room for the roaring thunder.
With the roar of her own musical entrance and her name being recited by the announcer, Vin Caster pushed any distractions out of her mind with a deep sigh and trotted past the entrance with nonchalant steps and with her arms crossed behind her head to try and convince herself to remain composed and radiant—she could win this, she knows, she's prepared too much to fall on a losing streak!—what happened with the idols was just a bad patch that she could recover from! She won't fall into a vicious cycle like that again!
And she reinforced that rampant presumption by opening her beautiful long hair to the next roar of her musical entrance, THUNDER! to calm her own nerves. That long, manicured mane was her pride! A roundabout way of feeling good about herself. And it's not that she doesn't think she can't go higher in law, it's just that...maybe she wasn't getting the kind of matches she was expecting. Although she couldn't complain either, however, with her record with those 3 idols, she didn't feel as formidable and invincible as before. Maybe being such a show-off is what's making her bite the dust, or maybe it's her doubts before a match that's knocking her flat on her face!
So, she proceeded to the ring, shaking a hand or two at the side of the top ramp and smiling in her rustic way to the fans, something the other two queens of her faction don't usually do, but Vin usually gives this attention to the crowd whenever she wants to feel comfortable. Climbing up the steps of one of the corners as she stood at the front of the ring, getting closer and closer to capitalising on her next match, and giving her rival a predatory look to be less than friendly with her before crossing the ropes and going straight to her corner to plant one of her feet on the middle turnbuckle, next would be something that she has just come up with, but which she feels goes very well with own punk style: she takes in a lot of air and whistle to the crowds beyond the rails to cheer them on and raise their cheers!
Not a gesture she had seen from other wrestlers, but that brown head could think of no other way to close her entrance.
After that, all that would be left for the troubled brunette to do would be to turn in Speranza's direction and lean her arms on the ropes, looking down at her with her face tilted down but with her eyes fixed on her to try to make herself understood very well. Waiting for the referee to call them both to face each other in the centre of the ring and get on with it without so much as a glance.
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I guess that...that flexibility I saw at ringside isn't just to get the crowd drooling, is it?" She would say.