Kendra’s music went silent, the overhead fixtures and banner lighting returning to the standard red and white associated with the brand. The company logo, a glaring white skull, appeared on the titantron. The crowd was settling in though there were restless murmurs all around. It was obvious that Fiona and Kendra were waiting for [i]something[/i] but what? The seconds ticked by with nothing, just Defiant Dream standing awkwardly in the center of the arena. 

“Stage fright?” Brent blurted out at the commentary table.

“No, I don’t-…” Rhonda started to speak only to be cut off by Dan Rich suddenly shouting, “Look out!”

The apron cover on the east side of the ring just in front of the commentary table was suddenly tossed up by a single figure that burst out from under the ring, a long staff clasped in their hands. It was a woman of short stature wearing a full cheetah print bodysuit paired with black ankle height boots, a single long ebony braid draped down her back. The “staff” in her possession was a kendo stick. Without delay the woman rolled under the bottom rope, the crowd immediately riled by what was very clearly an ambush attempt - high pitched screams and roars of approval tore through the air.

“Kendra and Fiona are about to get nailed from behind!” Dan Rich along with Brent and Rhonda leapt up from their chairs.

“Who is that?” Rhonda yelled as the kendo stick was pulled back for a swing.

“Fiona down!” Kendra shouted, the first of the two to realize what was happening. Kendra shouldered Fiona off to the side and ducked low, barely avoiding the swing - the kendo stick slicing through the air with a [i]whiff[/i]. Kendra stood back upright, the assailing woman swinging the stick around a second time, Kendra dodging backwards. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uHCFgWySsc]The bell dinged[/url] ringside as an official who had been waiting in the box rushed forward and slid in under the ropes. Kendra backed toward the nearest corner slowly as her “opponent” hesitated, still brandishing the kendo stick.

“W-Well I… I guess we are having a match!” Dan announced.

“What a way to start, Kendra and Fiona almost took a kendo stick to the back!”

“And that hurts like hell, Brent!” Rhonda added.

“And the official now demanding that Kendra’s opponent relinquish the kendo stick.”

The official looked between Kendra and the shorter woman in the cheetah-print and then reached both hands out, waggling his fingers and calling for the latter to “hand over” her weapon.