As I entered Leopard Blaze's locker room with a tray of drinks, I found her sitting on a bench, removing her wrestling boots. I noticed blood on her boots. As an assistant, I often saw the toll these matches took.

I asked was she ok and placing the drinks down gently.

Lara looked up, her face softening from her fierce in-ring persona.

"Yeah, just a tough match. Part of the job," she replied with a reassuring smile. She nodded towards the tray. "Thanks, I really needed drinks."