"Don't make go in there! Oh, please! Don't make me go in there!"
Your trainer and manager try to pry you from the post you've wrapped yourself around. "Would you knock it off!?" your mananger snarls, "It's just a show! Everybody knows that!"
Remembering this, you start to relax a little, but hearing your trainer mention something about Owen Hart, you redouble your grasp. "WWAAAAAHARHARHAR!" you bawl, pleading for mercy from your assosiates. "You can't make me go out there! I can't! I can't! It'll destroy me!"
"What'll?" your trainer drawls.
"That skyscraper they call a woman, idiot!"
"Y'know, boss," your trainer comments to your manager. "I don't think we're gonna git him offa der. I don't think that if we got his opponent herself he'd..."
You don't hear the rest of your trainer's statement as you were breaking the land speed record out to the ring. A roar erupts as you tear down the ramp and leap neatly into the ropes, much to the pleasure of the crowd.
"Darn dasterds," you mutter along with other less flattering names. Of course, they don't have to torn apart by a female of mammoth proportions. "I ran straight into the gladiator pit, and the animal's loose."
The crowd screams wildly, and a blare of eletric guitar rocks the stadium. Out onto the causeway struts your opponent, Eartha Cargo! A boom sounds with every step to the ring, then, throwing an announcer bodily out of his seat and folding the chair under one arm, Eartha leaps high into the air and lands inside the ring, actually causing a wave to run accross the canvas.
Of course, you think, the ring wasn't made for dinosaurs...
The giant panther roars, a deep booming bellow to strike fear into elephants, and, taking the chair in one hand, she crushes it like you would a soda can, launching the hunk of matel clear through the air to smash against the stadium way.
You feel chest pains.
Eartha stomps to the center of the ring, boom, boom, boom. Your heart beats, boom, boom, boom. You shuffle out to Eartha, your arms frozen to your chest, until you are eye-level with her belt, and you look up into--you swear they are--hungry eyes.
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