Camile Dion v. Gabriel Vinlee
Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2026 9:24 pm
An attendant snapped Camile out of the stupor she found herself in. She was sitting on a steel bench in the locker room, her attire newly donned. She lamented her mental pep-talk being cut short as the attendant informed her that the match was about to begin. Camile inhaled deeply. She felt ready.
Camile moved to the top of the ramp, sitting in gorilla pose as the announcer called her name. "And hailing from Verdun, France, give it up for Celine Dion!" She rose to her feet, jogging down the ramp to a modest ovation. She waved as she ran, but paid little attention to the stands as she rolled under the bottom rope.
Camile sprang to her feet, readjusting her leotard and retreating to her corner of the ring. She cracked her knuckles and began to stretch. She was nervous, yes, but she was excited as well. And above all, she was determined to win.
Camile moved to the top of the ramp, sitting in gorilla pose as the announcer called her name. "And hailing from Verdun, France, give it up for Celine Dion!" She rose to her feet, jogging down the ramp to a modest ovation. She waved as she ran, but paid little attention to the stands as she rolled under the bottom rope.
Camile sprang to her feet, readjusting her leotard and retreating to her corner of the ring. She cracked her knuckles and began to stretch. She was nervous, yes, but she was excited as well. And above all, she was determined to win.
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