Match Type: Standard Match
Rules: The winner must pin, submit, or knock out her opponent.
Deanna Duncan
Cheyenne, nodded once. "Yes."
"No, I mean, have you really seen her? Not with your wrestling lens, but like a regular person lens." Deanna thrusted the phone at her tag partner and best friend, trying to show her point.
"I am a regular person," said Black Rock plainly in response, not looking at the phone.
Duncan rolled her eyes, exasperated as she held the phone in front of the Native American's face. "Chey, I need to say it plainly. Have you seen how outrageously hot that your opponent is. How are you so lucky to get this match!?"
"Because I weigh enough to be in her weight class," answered Cheyenne bluntly as a stage hand tried to get her attention. "I am out next."
Grabbing hold of Cheyenne's arm, Deanna said, "Wait! Listen, I would cram as many donuts down my throat and lift as much as I needed to in order to get into that weight class to fight this chick."
With a deep sigh, Black Rock nodded, trying to pull away and effectively dragging Deanna with her. "That is good to know."
Rushing in front of Cheyenne, Deanna held her hands out to halt her. "Okay! Can you give her my number, at least?"
Waiting a beat, the Chieftess looked confused before shaking her head. "No." She began to move again, with Deanna staying in her way and taking a couple steps back.
"Guh! Okay, but a business card then, maybe!?" offered Deanna, presenting one such business card made out for the both of them, Black Diamond as a duo. It was, in a word, gaudy.
Looking positively baffled, Cheyenne looked at it and said, "Why do we have business cards?"
"For business," answered Duncan simply. Then bobbed her head before continuing. "...And for picking up hot girls. But at least give it to her!"
Protect the Land by System of a Down began playing, putting a bit of finality to this exchange, for Cheyenne's sake. "My music started. I will not give her this business card," said the Chieftess, walking past Deanna, who tried to straggle alongside her.
"Alright! Good luck!" shouted Duncan, managing to stuff the business card in the space in Cheyenne Black Rock's cleavage as she went up the steps to the stage!
Cheyenne, meanwhile, continued to head down the stage, looking as imposing as ever. She got some cheers now, with the LAW crowd liking her brand of stoic powerhouse maneuvers, and likely her general appearance was very pleasing to look at. Somehow, Black Rock had endeared the audience to her, and she wasn't even sure how either. Nonetheless, her entrance was basic as she just walked down the ramp, to the ring steps, and then onto the apron and into the ring. Offering a simple, imposing look at the crowd, she surveyed them before giving a nod and heading to her corner, all decked out in her gear and the business card she still had sticking out of her chest, unbeknownst to her even now.