“And Fiona looks to be in high spirits tonight!” Dan Rich mused.

“I would be too, Dan,” Rhonda stated, “Fiona got her first win this month over a CSW prodigy and her partner, Kendra Snipes, managed to weather an ambush two weeks ago and score her first win. Th-…”

“Against a parking lot jobber.” Brent interrupted pessimistically.

“Brent, shush.” Rhonda snapped in an annoyed tone. “As I was…”

“Wait, hold on,” Dan quickly pointed to the stage, “here comes…”

[i]“Elina Zamora…”[/i] A low, ominous woman’s voice filled the air finishing Dan Rich’s sentence. Magenta lighting enveloped the entire arena as a thorny red rose appeared on the titantron. There was a pause, then gunshots broke out over the speakers followed by [u][url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MCO2e86pyuw&list=RDMCO2e86pyuw&start_radio=1&pp=ygUSTGV5bXkgRG9ibGUgLSBDYXJhoAcB]an upbeat Spanish rap song[/url][/u] as Elina Zamora herself strolled out onto the stage. The former luchadora champion stopped just short of the ramp, slowly spreading her arms and basking in the deafening adulation of the crowd, which dwarfed what Fiona had received at her entrance. [i]La Rosa de Sonora[/i] was without doubt going to be the favorite tonight. Elina wore a bright red robe which she ceremoniously reached down and untied, letting it drop gracefully from her curvaceous form onto the stage. Elina wore a sleeveless gold-trimmed magenta top and matching tights with white boots and white pads on each elbow. Though her wrestling outfit was rather generic, the white and black paint around her eyes — which formed a mask — was her true signature

“And her opponent, from Hermosillo, Mexico, former two-time CMLL luchadora champion… weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… [i]La Rosa de Sonora[/i]… [i]Elina… Zamora![/i]”

“As I was saying,” Dan Rich shouted, “Elina Zamora! The two-time luchadora champion that graces us tonight with her debut!”

Elina started down the ramp, her eyes fixed on the ring, each step broad and confident. She occasionally shouted acknowledgements at a passing fan and at one point threw up a double hand sign. Mexican flags were waved in the stands along with various signs showing support for Elina. Elina came to a stop near the apron and looked up at Fiona, maintaining direct eye contact for about four seconds before raising her right hand and forming a pistol with her index finger and thumb. She made three quick shooting motions in sync with the continuous gunfire before sliding under the bottom rope. Elina rolled up into a stand, looking straight at Fiona with a knowing smile - her eyes like fluorescent pearls contrasted by the layer of black paint. As a group of front row fans jeered at Fiona the referee moved to check her over first, Elina’s entrance music and light theme slowly fading away. The crowd grew rowdier — cheers, piercing whistles, and thunderous stomps signaled the imminent ringing of the first bell.

“And Elina offering no respect to Fiona,” Dan Rich noted, “this is going to be a scrappy, feisty match, I think.”

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