Anna was struggling.
Not mentally, nor physically.
But as a LAW wrestler, nay a wrestler in general, she was doing the definition of a poor job.
Having been around since the company began, yet still lacking even a match she performed well in never mind outright won, Anna tried as best she could to carry that insane pressure atop her shoulders whilst keeping her head somewhat in the game. A win would of been nice, no doubt, but Anna didn't feel she herself needed one to carry on. The crowd on the other hand, alongside match bookers and even the management, may soon become tired of an air-headed beauty whom can't even muster a successful roll-up.
Atleast tonight, she'd have the attire to try and keep fans in her favour, even if Anna didn't quite realise just why it was as effective as it was.
Mustering a swagger-filled walk down the ramp, Anna mustered a genuine a smile as she could whilst still baring that pressure. Still as ever completely oblivious to the stature of her massive curves, Anna slid her figure through the middle ropes as opposed to the bottom, after briefly getting her frame atop the ringside in an effort to wave to the crowd. After planting her feet in the ring, she'd rather nervously extend that wave to the opponent before her, whilst she began to gently shimmy her curves towards her corner.