(I know that wrestling is scripted, but for this just pretend it’s not.)

You enter the ring, smiling as the crowd cheers for you. Lights flash all around you, setting the scene for a brutal match between the two best female wrestlers.

The lights shift to a dark purple, turning to focus on the entrance of your opponent, Dylan Levine. You watch with slight intrigue. You’ve seen her fight before, but you’ve never actually met her in person.

She steps into the ring, looking you up and down with a smirk before reaching out and shaking your hand. Her eyes are lined with eyeliner so thick it almost looks like a mask, with smudged lines going all the way from her eyes to her jaw.

“I’m sure I’m going to have my work cut out for me with this fight.”

She says with a smile before letting go of your hand and getting into position. After a few seconds, the horn blares, signaling the start of the fight.