I've earned this match and have been anticipating it since it was set. I have been working out hard, sparring and focusing. I have watched a lot of Carmen's matches and it's obvious she can and will use nefarious tactics quite effectively so I have been trying to prepare for the type of pain she can cause.
And then there is my choice of attire. She is going to be sexy beyond belief so I need something special but yet appropriate. I have gone through my bikini collection six times at least and finally decide upon my orange one which has some very special details to it and should compare favorably to whatever she decides to wear. And I know she likes boots but what the hell - I'm going barefoot. Let the chips fall where they may.
So the big day arrives at last. This match is beginning oddly, with the champ being introduced first. I don't care but it seems strange. Then again, trying to follow my lead might be impossible, even before the match begins. Hey - I'm the challenger so whatever! I hear the champ summoned from her dressing room and hear her pass my door. I wait several seconds and then rush to the wings - I want to see her entrance.
The music pounds, the announcer begins and Carmen walks in like she owns the place. I watch with great interest. Is she ever entertaining! She doesn't quite make it to the ring though, making a stop at the announcer's table and then the show really begins! If this was a strip off I'd have lost already but it's wrestling, so I have a chance - maybe far more than a chance.
Finally Carmen makes it into the ring with a splash and there is a pause in the commotion. Then ZZ Top blares over the sound system and it's "Legs" - what else could or would it be?? I shove the curtain back, look out and pause, giving everyone a chance to look. As I do, I glare at Carmen with laser focus. I can see her now squinting to get a look but trying not to look worried or even very concerned. After a good ten seconds I make my way down the aisle, now smiling brightly, steps heavy, one foot directly in front of the other like a runway model. I am in just my suit and black pumps with 5" heels. Each stride makes the muscles in my legs flex, my butt shake and my breasts bounce. I wave to no one in particular - I'm just making a positive entrance but believe I am sending a message. I get to the steps, move up them confidently and pause to toss off my heels, revealing a pedi that matches my suit. Fans spill out of their seats trying to gain a souvenir shoe, or better, the pair. I take the top rope in my right hand, place my right hip against the middle rope and lift my right leg onto that rope, resting it there for a few seconds before slipping the rest of me into the ring. I give Carmen a little wave and take my corner.
The music fades and the announcer introduces me: "And her opponent, from the OC, standing in at 5'7" and weighing a curvaceous 189 pounds, Gabi the Big Beauty!!" I take a step out of my corner, raise my arms straight up into the air and turn slowly 360-degrees, acknowledging everyone. I then lean back in my corner, give Carmen a little nod and await the beginning of the match.
