I step into my dressing room after slamming the door in the face of Bridgette’s dumb fan. I look around the room. Its sure not like the room I used the last fight. This room has a wall of mirrors. I stand in front of the wall in my skin tight black Dance Till You Drop tank top, my white micro short shorts and flip flops and see a bunch of reflections of myself staring back at me. I kick off my flip flops, slowly pull off my tank top, peel my shorts down my tone dancer’s legs and step out of them. Braless and wearing only my white French cut lace bikini panties I do a slow pirouette in front of the mirrors. I nod at my reflections and take a deep breath. “Oh yeah I’m ready for this!” I peel down my panties and scoop up my clothes from the floor and lay them next to my sports bag. I take my bikini out of the bag and put my clothes in. I spend a few minutes pacing back and forth naked, swinging my arms and rolling my neck. I stand in front of the mirrors again and plant my left foot on the plush carpet for balance. I lift up my right leg behind me and lean forward arching my back, my pert bare breasts jut out proudly. I reach my right hand back to grab my foot and raise it all the way up. I hold this position for a slow count of 20 stretching my leg muscles. Then I repeat with my left leg for another slow 20 count. I drop my leg down again and stand facing the mirrors legs spread. I raise both hands above my head and slide my feet out doing a slow slow slow split till I’m on the floor. I lean forward in this position until my breasts and belly are on the floor too. I spread my arms out wide turn my head, close my eyes and breathe deeply. The jangling ring of the phone breaks my meditation. I sit up swing my legs around and get to my feet to answer the phone. The voice on the other end says its time. I hang up, pull my dark hair back into a ponytail and quickly put on my silver thong bikini with the black trim. I give myself one final look at my reflections and pad to the door in my bare feet. I open the door and look down the hall. Bridgette’s fan is gone. I have the hallway to myself. I shut the door and walk with purpose to the arena.