The music entrance for Tess’s opponent began just as she settled comfortably into that folding chair, crossing her legs atop the desk. So Jeanne Phoenix’s entrance was even more captivating, Thus it was almost as if Tess’d called out to the lioness.
The raven-haired lady made her way through the entrance as though it were a catwalk, accompanied by a member of the staff who offered her his arm.
The man simply couldn’t bring himself to refuse such a small favour, for Jeanne was a very kind wrestler, and her eyes were truly, truly captivating. Once she finally emerged from the darkness of the entrance, her elegant black leotard with silver pleats and high-heeled boots came into full view. And, standing at the centre of the entrance stage, Miss Phoenix knew exactly how to thank the pleasant gentleman who had accompanied her.
She leaned towards him, sliding her hand up his neck until she reached his chin, gently cradling it between her fingertips. That alone was enough to leave the assistant completely flustered.
“Thank you.”
And with that, she dismissed him. That was all she needed to establish her character. She continued down the entrance ramp alone, whilst the assistant could only nod in a daze, watching her go with the same bewildered expression worn by several spectators.
Jeanne Phoenix. Her name appeared in silver lettering across the screens and monitors. She stepped into the whimsical ringside, specially modified to blend a vintage office with a LAW wrestling ring. With regal strides, she climbed the ringsteps and sauntered walk over the apron and stopped at its centre.
Turning her back to the ring, she wrapped her arms around the top rope and thrust out her chest, sucking in her already flat stomach as she lifted her prominent bust into an elegant entrance pose. She even let her head fall back against the rope.
Shouts, cheers and whistles rang out as eyes wandered down her figure. Jeanne then launched with a backflip that carried her over the ropes and land on your feet inside the ring. Her hair flew forwards like a curtain, veiling her face before sweeping back over her shoulders, bringing her extravagant entrance to a close. Her hair flew forwards like a curtain, veiling her face before sweeping back over her shoulders, bringing her extravagant entrance to a close.
She then turned to wink at Tess and blow her a playful kiss. It all seemed friendly enough, though some might have thought she was mocking Tess’s entrance. That wouldn’t have been unusual, after all. Jeanne was always misunderstood, simply because she was
almost too good-natured to belong to a faction as chaotic and full of vipers as Gart’s Pub.
