Rylie was leaning about a wall outside of the arena, wearing a black and blue two piece bikini that had a zipped up zipper on the black part of the breast and also a zipper that separated the black from the blue from her thong she was wearing. She also had multiple straps around her thighs 4 around her right one and 2 around her left. She also wore black and blue calf high boots and had a leather collar around her neck and some odd knick-knacks clipped in her short black hair. She also wore black and blue fingerless gloves that showed off her black painted nails as she also wore a face paint of a racoon mask and had a belt which allowed her to have a racoon tail that swayed from side to side.
She took a drag from a cigarette and pulled her from her lips as she barely exhaled the smoke, letting it rise up and brush over her face as she then heard the door open beside her as an event staff member called out. "Miss Marshall? You're up." To which Rylie looked up into the air letting out a sigh as she flicked the cigarette away.
"Fuck...here goes nothing." She muttered to herself. She felt alone, so far she had no luck finding a trainer. Sure, she had the option of Tina Kelley, but she didn't want to be further in debt with Katrina and her circle of friends and family. She was already grateful enough that they brought her in from her homeless disposition and got her feet into having a career for herself. She knew wrestling from watching it on t.v. screens from outside the game store which was as close to a home before April got her on her feet. She knew some basics, but she signed up for a no disqualification match because it would mean she would have less chances of fucking up.
She walked through the door as she then made her way to just short of the curtain before looking over to her side.
"Sweet, there's the items I requested." She mentioned as she walked over and picked up a trash can that had the trash can lid tucked in it sideways and also had a baseball bat stuffed inside. She lifted up the trash can and hefted it over her shoulder as she then took a nervous breath and heard her music and decided to exit the curtain.
As Rylie's music hit she strutted her way to the center of the ramp, looking around at the crowd as she she fought back the near panic.
"Holy shit I wasn't expecting this many people." She whispered to herself, she smirked as her raccoon tail wagged slowly back and forth as she then grinned at the crowd, feeling the electricity and feeling her nervousness fade away as she strutted down the ramp. She then got close to a fan holding their hand out.
"Oh you want me to? Well fuck yeah!" She called out giving a high five with her free hand as she then was in awe as she then pulled the bat out from the trash can and propped it over one shoulder.
"Whoa, this is so cool. So, why are you all cheering? Are you all wanting me to be your dommy mommy or something?" To which she swung her head back to let out a mischievous cackle. As she then continued to make her way to the ring stuffing the bat back inside the trash can and leaving it on the outside as she then hopped up onto the edge of the ring.
"Whoa, shit, that edge was a bit higher then I expected." She snickered as she then entered between the middle and top rope as she then noticed the Corsair and walked over to one corner of the ring to hop up onto the middle turnbuckle as she rose a fist into the air as she presented herself to the crowd before hopping back down facing Corsair as she began to warm up.
"Top 3 Pokemon, go." She mentioned, trying to start a conversation in an unusual manner.
