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Post by lc on Sept 7, 2007 22:10:15 GMT -4
*Thwack*
*Chunk*
"eeeeeeYAAAH!!!"
*POP!*
The sounds of the blows landing on the heavy bag diminish, echoing through the halls of the arena. APW's Full Throttle is underway, Lacey Cadavre's long awaited debut is tonight. Long awaited, at least for her. Truthfully, she hasn't been in the ring yet in a real match, although the training she had undergone is insurmountable. She should do good, right?
Some butterflies float through her stomach. She tightens her gloves following this warm-up session, running her mind over all of the submissions she had picked up over the past two years... since... she quit her other life. Ugh, she hates that thought... coughing, she works to get her breathing back under control. She's ready... she has to be ready... Despite the trash Lacey had talked, she knows that Destiny is at least experienced. Lacey is not... Lacey for the most part is relying on what she's learned and her mean streak to battle through this match. Of course, that doesn't mean that Destiny hasn't prepared for that mean streak that Lacey clearly exhibited during their brief scuffle... but hopefully the strategists' mind that is Lacey's will perhaps think of a scenario around that.
Grabbing a water from the catering table, she wanders the hallways of the arena, watching various operations at work, studying. Learning more and more every variable that goes into her new chosen profession. Techs, managers, stylists... even the wrestlers... Lacey submerges herself into this world, waiting on her match. [/font][/size][/color]
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