In the locker room, I found myself deep in conversation with Gigi Dolin. She wore her in-ring gear, her vibrant orange hair draped over her shoulders, contrasting sharply with her black leather jacket. We chatted casually, her passion for wrestling evident in every word she spoke.

Just then, the door swung open and Arianna Grace strutted in, her presence commanding immediate attention. "Yes, he did. I love that so eloquent phrase, 'The referee's decision is final,'" she declared, her tone dripping with sarcasm and authority.

Gigi and I turned to face her, curiosity piqued. *"Gigi, your actions were intentional. Mine were purely accidental," Arianna continued, her expression unapologetically smug. "But now I must bear the responsibility of bringing out the true lady deep within you. It won't be an easy task, but it'll be ten times worth the reward," she said, her smile broadening into an almost predatory grin.

Gigi looked at her with an expression of disbelief, her jaw tightening in frustration. "Ariana, you cheated," she said, her voice tense and controlled, though the anger simmered beneath the surface.

Unfazed, Arianna waved a dismissive hand. "Georgina, hold on now. We have so much work to do," she interrupted, turning to retrieve something from behind her.

Gigi's eyes widened, and she turned to me, incredulous. "Did she just call me Georgina?" she asked, her voice a mixture of amusement and irritation.