So far, things were going well for Danielle. Sure, she'd be the first to admit that some of her earlier matches didn't go fully in her favor. But as her career continued, it was growing more and more apparent that those early losses were little more than just flukes, and what she knew all along was reaffirmed; she was destined for greatness! After all, she had won her last match, and it hadn't even been hard. Before long, she knew, she would have everyone's eyes on her, and everyone eating out of the palm of her hand. Just as she liked it.
Still, even now there were obstacles to this, and more people who dared to think they stood any chance of opposing her. People who still needed to be taught a lesson! Including one certain Gail Whitaker. When Dani had first caught on to the story, she was utterly dumbstruck. A wrestler from a family of
weathermen? Simply absurd! How could any glory or grandeur come out of the mindless fodder of local TV stations desperate to fill their schedules? Who even watched the weather anyway? Certainly not Danielle, but living in the beauty of Cannes she never needed to, as it seldom was anything less than a sunny day. But despite all odds, Gail was taking the promotion by storm, and somehow it seemed as though nothing could stand in her way. And what's more, people actually cheered her. Cheered! While the redhead only got boos!
Obviously, the entire existence of Gail, and her ability to sustain a career, was a horrific abomination against taste.
And it was one Danielle was going to rectify.
As her music played, Dani stepped out onto the entrance ramp in her signature heels, sauntering down to the ring as she tossed her hair and blew kisses into the crowd. She was quite well-versed in walking the walk, thanks to her extensive experience in modeling, though it never seemed to win her over much with the crowd, and this was no exception as they greeted her with boos and jeers. Still, Dani didn't let up. Sooner or later, she'd find someone in the crowd who had any degree of good taste and refinement. Coming to her corner, the ex-model kicked off her shoes before placing them neatly underneath the ring apron, then rolled in under the ropes, where she straightened herself to a hardly impressive height and fixed her gaze on her opponent, her hands placed on her hips.
"Well, what have we here?" Danielle said.
"It seems you didn't get scared off after all. Good, good. That just means I can finally show you my superiority. I do hope you're ready, my dear, because your lucky streak ends tonight."
