Diary Entry (READ ME)
I'm actually going to walk these halls and get in that ring, in front of all those people live in attendance, and many more back home watching on their screens. It's all so nerve-wracking, I'm pinching myself every couple of seconds to check if it's actually still happening or if I've somehow stumbled into the most insane dream of my lifetime...but it's all so very real. And I'm oh-so VERY excited!!! Preparing for a match is so hectic, especially for your first time. It's not like you just show up, fight, and go home. All these backstage staff and technicians running around, administration going all over the place to make sure all scheduled events are properly registered and that fighters are cleared to go by medical, and then there's the process of putting on my gear. I feel my hands and legs trembling with every passing second that creeps closer and closer to my match's scheduled time. I'm nervous. I'm REALLY nervous...and I won't lie, Diary...I'm scared. I'm scared I'll be embarrassed, that I'll make a fool out of myself, or that I'll be humiliated and destroyed by whoever I'm facing-...Oh gosh-...I can't believe I just remembered this! To make things worse-...I DON'T KNOW WHO MY OPPONENT IS!!!!
Still, I had to go out and do my best, put on my biggest smile, and wrestle my ass off to prove to everyone here, from the audience to the executives to all those ladies in the locker room that I belong! I began to slip into my gear, styling my outfit and hair in a meticulous process in an attempt to get every detail just right before heading out. Like my Mother and Father always taught me. First impressions count, Diary!!! My hair was tied up in a cute side ponytail. My soft brown locks were partially dyed with this lovely shade of hot pink running through a few strands here and there. I had lipstick and makeup on my face, dolling myself up to look my absolute cutest. I sported a pair of skin-tight, pink fingerless gloves that led up to my shoulders, just shy of my shoulders, with solid white elbow pads, and my nails painted to match. I had this custom-made, sleeveless top with a heart-shaped cleavage window to display my modest bust~...and a soft fuzzy lining around the collar, because it looked cute~!!! I wore this matching pair of trunks with a frilled skirt attached at the top of the waistband lining, leading down into a pair of white and red boots with matching kneepads and a stylish symbol on either pad.
I looked gorgeous~! And after taking a long look in the mirror and catching my breath to calm my erratic, excited heart. I calmed myself down with a few words to remind myself of who I am, where I come from, and what I set out to do. With my nerves calmed down for the most part, it was finally time to head to the ring. A knock on the door from a backstage crew member would be my notice to make my way over to get into position for my first-ever professional wrestling entrance. Here goes nothing-...wish me luck, Diary~!!! I'll see you after this is over!!!
XOXO, Yours forever~, Ami Anderson...The...currently-super-duper-eager-to-debut...Prima Donna Darling~ <3
Ami Anderson, the 'Prima Donna Darling' vs Candys Rose, the 'Pink Jobber'
Match Type: "Standard."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or knocking the wrestler out. Additionally, if a wrestler remains outside the ring for too long, they will be disqualified after a ten count. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Standard rules - DQs, Count-outs, and the submission or pinfall MUST happen within the confines of the ring.
Following that last match, the lights would dim as a song began to play...a new theme, unrecognized by the masses of fans seated within the auditorium. Was this some brand-new reveal? The crowd looked on with intrigue as a bright array of pink and white lights danced across the sky in a playful, eager rhythm as a young woman entered through the curtains, emerging onto the top of the entryway with a bright smile, a fiery look in her eye, and passionate pose as she spun into place and raised a hand in the air, tilting her body and winking at the audience, jutting her hips out with a grin so positive and radiant, it threatened to outshine the Sun itself.
Spoiler
"...Making her way to ring for the very first time, hailing from Los Angeles, California...standing at 4'11 and weighing in at 105 lbs, the brightest star in the sky...the sweetest diva on the stage...the PRIMA DONNA DARLING...AMI...ANDERSON!!!"
"Helloooooo, LAW~!!!!" She exclaimed cheerfully, blowing kisses all around before skipping down the aisle, strutting with purpose and panache as she stepped along to the rhythm of her entrance music, using it as a means of anchoring herself and guiding her path toward the ring, taking care to move gracefully before approaching the edge of the ring, ascending the steel steps and posing on the apron before wiping her feet on the edge to show respect to the sport and those who came before her, already winning a few brownie points over with some hardcore fans for recognizing the long-standing traditions of professional wrestling. Ami would slip through the ropes, flaunting her lovely figure for all to see before spiraling around with a twirl and striking her pose again, making it a signature look for herself before blowing a kiss right at the camera as it zoomed in on her. After that, she'd make her way over to her corner, stretching and loosening herself up for the match ahead as she waited to see who her opponent would turn out to be...