"La la la la la la laaaaa~~"
A girl's voiced echoed throughout the locker room as she prepared her voice. She had already prepared for the match long ago as any good actor does. She rehearsed her lines, prepared her character and had done A LOT of researching on her opponent. Even going as far as to find their social media posts and scroll through her past posts to find what kind of food she liked, her attitudes and her likes and dislikes. With all that knowledge, she knew exactly what kind of girl she would decide to be for the match to make it as exquisite of a show as possible!
A bratty and over-confident damsel who inevitably gets what's coming to her is perfect persona to bounce off a girl who is cruel yet kind and does whatever she can to break a girl's spirit! Granted that would mean that she would have to throw the match but to Charlotte, that didn't matter in the slightest. All Charlotte was thinking about were the applause and cheers of the audience for her performance as the heel in this great show.
As her theme song started playing, Charlotte stepped onto scene wearing a hat and cane and walking proudly down the entrance towards her opponent who could already see her bratty smirk on her face that spoke everything about her character. She climbed up the stairs of the arena, waving towards the audience before stepping to the ring.
To expemplify just how confident she was, she would only be wearing the tiniest one piece wrestling suit that just barely covered her body up, sending the message that she barely needed to wear anything to win the match. It was the perfect choice to match up with the character she was portraying. But after she stopped appealing to the audience, she picked up the microphone.
"As nice as it was to give me a proper funeral. I'm afraid that you wasted a flower on me for it is not I who will be falling tonight~ But a bitch who thinks she is all that and a box of chocolates will be taking my place".
She spat a glob of spit disrespectfully at Akumu's feet before dropping the microphone and walking to her side of the ring to lean against the turnbuckle.