Amara had watched the action from a small monitor in her dressing room. She had been pre warned that Andromeda’s entrance was going to be special and she was in no way disappointed by what she had witnessed. She watched the match with a broad grin on her face, it wasn’t hard to tell that there was something special about Andromeda. Anybody could be born tall, it was more than just something physical. There was something natural about the way she performed in the ring. She moved well for a diva with a larger frame, she had the grace of a diva half of her size and the strength of a lot of the men. It was an impressive showing that unfortunately ended with a roll up from the devilish Ava St. James.
However the loss didn’t seem to hurt Andromeda who had gained a fair amount of audience support in her loss. Amara had seen dozens of debut matches, but it was rare the loser would receive such an ovation from the audience. Clearly Andromeda had something special. As the night went on Amara viewed the other matches, they were fine, but none of them had quite the impact on the Hall of Fame Diva as Andromeda’s first bout.
Amara competed in her dark match after the show aired. A mixed tag featuring some of the top tier talent from the current Roster. Amara had picked up the win in front of her home audience and was looking to celebrate.
She previously had a post-match ritual. She would often reward herself with the mini mars bars that craft services would lay out for the talent. She didn’t even usually like Mars Bars but after a match they were like the missing piece of a puzzle, they just worked for her. She made her way to the table still wearing her blue ring attire as she scanned the table. It had been a few years since her last match. . . they couldn’t have taken away her post match treat? She scanned the table twice before she let out a deep sigh. Not only were there no Mars Bars, but all chocolate had been removed from the table.
“Can you believe this?” she asked the people around her who were used to the protein rich assortment of food, “I can’t. I need to go to the confectionary kiosk right about now.” She informed the production staff as she made her way down the long winding corridors of the arena. Before long she too was a little lost as she wandered down the same dead end Andromeda had found.
“I’m guessing I’m not the only one who can’t figure out this maze?” she asked as she flicked her long hair over her shoulder before she recognized Andromeda, she sure looked different outside of her ring attire but hard to ignore, “If you’re lost I don’t know how the hell I’m ever going to find the kiosk, all I want is a vending machine.” She said playfully as she looked down the corridor.