Rules: Standard
Victory Condition: Victory can only be obtained by tap out or verbal submission of the opponent
Attire: Standard
Trinette had been through quite a fair bit of stuff lately, most of which had happened at the hands of some redheaded fiends which she preferred not to think of right now. Instead she wanted to focus on the match before her tonight, she was facing a woman whom she was unfamiliar with, which came as a refreshing breath...but also carried with it a worry that her opponent would turn out to be similar to the ilk of those who were weighing heavy on her mind. She could only try to stay positive though.
She was already dressed and ready, she stood at the Gorilla Position and awaited the signal from the stage hands that they were ready for her. Her long blue hair had been tied into a pony-tail, she still wore her white hairband to keep the looks out of her eyes and firmly in place. She was fit and ready to square off with whoever she was set to face, she would stretch out her arms and then swing them back to the center, slapping both hands against her cheeks as she steadied her mind, focusing on the match ahead fully.
The stage hands gave Trinette the thumbs up and with that the Paladin took to the stage!
Spoiler

She walked out onto the ramp with her usual confident step, an air of stoicism about her which befitted the noble paladin from France. She marched her way down the ramp and approached the square circle, which she ascended and slipped in through the ropes. She walked around the ring, a small parade around the combat area akin to that of a jousting knight appearing before the crowd. Showing off her visage, she caught sight of signs in the crowd dedicated to her, and people wearing clothes styled in her colour, fans of hers. She raised her right arm up with a closed fist to hail them and got a cheer from the crowd. Once her little parade had finished, Trinette settled into her corner. She stood firm and placed her hands on her hips as she was set to await her opponent for the evening, she felt the anticipation being to well up from within, of what sort of foe she would face. Would be it be an honourable combatant or a scoundrel...