“Miss Labelle, it’s time.” The voice of the arena attendant follows his knock on my dressing room door. He doesn’t knock twice, or wait for a reply, knowing I am familiar with the routine. I stand up and take one last look at myself in the full-length mirror, making sure everything is just right. Nice thing about Target Center is the top-notch dressing rooms, and being in the main event tonight means I get to use one of the private ones.
As I walk the hall to the entrance area I hear your music.
“Scavengers wait for me to die, But I’m not defeated.” Hmm…sounds like someone is either trying awfully hard to forget Paris…or awfully hard to NOT let herself forget. Either way, I don’t intend to be your next stepping stone on your road to recovery.
Your music stops and after you’ve had a few moments to play to the crowd, and the cameras, the show manager looks at me, waiting. The crowd is buzzing as I give him a smile and a nod. With a flash of pyro at the top of the stage, my entrance song hits.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PgraolBe6ssYou flash a smile,
You think I’ll fall,
You push me back against the wall…
The time has come to pay or play,
But I slip away!As the beat drives on I step through the curtain, moving first to my left, then my right across the stage, playing to the crowd on each side. Big smile on my face, and hands in the air, getting a big pop from my adopted hometown crowd. Coming back to the top of the ramp, I stand with my feet together, arms straight out, palms open and up, head back, face to the ceiling…waiting…until the chorus starts. My head snaps forward and I start down the ramp, giving high fives and hand slaps all the way down the aisle. The GLPW crowd loves me…and why shouldn’t they? Like the song says,
“I’m a snake charmer!”My curvy body is clad in a classic one piece suit, with a silver and black snakeskin pattern. My calf high boots and knee pads are colored to match, giving
La Vipére her skin. My ring jacket is short, only down to the waist, in matching colors with yellow snake eyes on the back. My black hair is loose and down to my shoulders. Just enough makeup to highlight my cheekbones and eyes, and black lipstick. A smattering of glitter on my chest and in my hair. The entire ensemble…one piece, boots, knee pads, ring jacket, hair, makeup, and glitter…resembling something you might have seen on GLOW back in the day. Combine that with my enthusiastic interaction with the crowd…and they eat it up! Every crowd loves a good Babyface, right?
I reach the ring and do a lap, slapping hands with fans at ringside, before coming back around. Looking up to be sure you are on the far side of the ring, I slide in under the bottom rope, my back arching as I raise my upper body with my arms, SLITHERING into the ring. I push myself to my feet and peel off my ring jacket. I swing it over my head a few times, bringing even more cheers from the crowd, before I toss it over the top rope where a ring attendant will pick it up.
As my music stops I stand in middle ring, looking directly at you. You, Rowan…the woman who attacked me a little over a month ago. You, Rowan…the woman who has vowed to put me out of wrestling…to break my neck…and claim our bitch champion’s bounty. You, Rowan…the woman I plan to send back to the hole you crawled out of to come here.
My eyes borrow straight into yours, showing you I am not intimidated by your entrance or your new look. I bounce from foot to foot, like a prize fighter getting loose. I roll my head and shoulders, feeling some stiffness still in my neck, but it is too late to worry about that now.
I’m ready.
Time to go to work…