The arena went black. It was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of you. A few seconds went by before the music started. The opening riff was enough to get you excited followed an image of a blonde woman walking down a street, her back to the camera and only wearing a pair of lose ripped jeans.
"Oh no! Not again!" Jerry "the King" Lawler exclaimed.
"King, this has been going on for 3 weeks and we still don't know who is the mystery woman in the video." Michael Cole added.
As the video continued, various teaser scenes continued to play, without revealing her identity. The last scene showed, the woman's blurry image pulling away before the scene fades to white, along with the same word that finished every video.
SOON.
The loud smack of a body hitting the mat echoed through the training centre. The noise drew the attention towards the ring from anyone in close proximity.
"C'mon! You can do better than that." The man shouted in frustration. "Get up. Again."
"Give me a minute." The girl responded trying to catch her breath.
"No breaks. Again!"
"Bite me."
She knew his yelling was drawing attention towards them. Attention she didn't particularly want at the moment.
"Sticks and stones love." The man laughed. "Now get up, finish this so I can go home."
She closed her eyes, as she pushed herself off the mat, peeling off the t-shirt she was wearing leaving her in a sports bra and crop yoga pants. Taking a deep breathe, she started running ropes. Launching herself at the target, she jumped up wrapping her legs around her opponent's neck, swing her body around before wrapping her arm around his neck, crash his head into the mat; executing a picture perfect hurricanrana DDT. She laid on her back, perfectly still, a laugh escaped her lips.
"I did it." She smiled at the body next to her.
"And that's how it's done ladies and gentleman." He replied smack her thigh lightly.
"Fuck you, Reso."
"I love you too, Quinn Madison."
Quinn pushed the door open the apartment door and slipped inside, shutting the door behind her. Throwing her keys on the table next to the door, she started shedding clothes as she made her way further into the apartment. Her hat landed on the couch, her shoes somewhere in the hall, and her shirt on the kitchen table. She leaned into the fridge pulling out a bottle of water when she heard the soft rap on the door.
She padded her way back to the door quickly and swung the door open. She gasped at the face staring back at her.
"Is this how you great all your visitors?" the voice asked.
She smiled nervously.
"Hi." She paused briefly. "What are you doing here?"
"We need to talk." The person walked past her and into the apartment. Closing the door behind her, Quinn followed her guest into the kitchen.