I do my best to get under my opponent's skin as I enter the ring before stating the obvious that she doesn't stand a chance against me. We are a stark contrast to one another. I'm taller, slimmer, waaaaay sexier, blonde, in better shape, and to be honest just better in every way than my old, soft, out of shape opponent. Not to mention she is dressed like she's going out for cocktails rather than a wrestling match! You mock my wrestling attire which makes no sense to me "WTF are you even talking about bitch? This is a hardcore pro wrestling match, not dinner and drinks at the bar!" I mock your ridiculous dress right back "One things for sure, you're no pro wrestler!" Hands on my hips, eyes locked with yours as I take a slow step toward you "but you're right about one thing....the pain IS the best part..." still stepping closer as I start to get into fighting stance, widening my stance and lowering my ass a bit as my arms start to come up and out in front of me as I near you "but we'll see if you still feel that way when you're a bleeding, broken mess after I pin you" and with that, I am within striking distance of you now but stop short and hold up one finger and say "wait a minute...." Then look down at your bare feet and say "well you may be an idiot to be wrestling in that dress, but if you're going barefoot then I will too" as I unlace my right boot and slip it off and toss it out of the ring, then my right, slipping it off, then rising up with the boot in my hand and when I go to toss this boot out of the ring I instead swing it in a big wide circle and right back at your head and face, looking to catch you off guard by nailing you in the face with my boot! "DING DING DING BITCH!" I shout signaling that I just started the match!...yt
