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Primetime (Leo) x ProW!Reader
(Pro Wrestler)

P/n = Pro name

~Your POV~

This was it... The moment every single wrestling fan has been waiting for... The moment I've been waiting for... I made it to the finals... And now, I'm up against this so called 'pro wrestler', "Primetime". People say he's the best of the best. Well, this is the moment where I prove everyone wrong. This is a fight I've been waiting for since the day I heard of this pro's greatness. When I was just a little girl, I would always watch pro wrestling. My mom wasn't too fond of it, but my dad sure was. He was a pro himself. He was one of the best. And the best, in my opinion. I loved him dearly... But ever since he passed away... It's never been the same... So I decided to continue on where he left off, and become the greatest pro there ever was. And now... I'm up next for the "belt of chimps" as my dad used to call it. He was a nut, and I adored him. I want to be like him, and continue his legacy. I want to make a great name for my family... I have to win this... I just have to... I can't let dad down.

As I'm getting ready, I hear voices outside of my room. I look through the peep hole on the door, and see Jessica (the reff) and some new dude. Must be that Primetime... Could be wrong though... He looks skinny, but yet very well built... It's like he's got a shell or something... But, body type don't matter in this case. If that's him, I'm gonna win, no matter what and/or who I'm up against.

Knock knock

"You ready, P/n?" Jessica asks with a bit of enthusiasm. "Absolutely!" "Alright! Be out in 5!" "Yes ma'am! Will do!" Even though I'm a pro wrestler, and don't really need to give that much respect to anyone, I'm still young. And my parents always taught me better. Disrespecting adults on purpose is rare for me, if I'm being honest. It feels kinda wrong. I still have mom with me, so she's still telling me right and wrong. She may not be a huge fan of my work, but she's helped me throughout my career. I've only been doing this for about 4 years. And now I'm with the big dogs. I did J.W. (Jr.Wrestlers), Pre-Pros and I'm finally here. Through all of that roughness, I still aught to be respectful. I can never tell how old someone is when I fight them. But, sometimes their attitude, size and voice, gives me a clue. Usually they're all 20 or older. While I'm sitting here being 15 in all this mess. But I love it. And if they touch me anywhere they shouldn't, I have this sweet move that I pull on them. It's like the Vulcan nerve thing. (go look it up. it's really cool how they do it) Sure, the move's against the rules, but that's why I save it for those situations. It ends the round just like that. And when they ask me why I did it, I'll tell them everything that happened that they couldn't see, and the person I was against will be eliminated. Forever. Never to fight again. It's happened about 3-4 times. Accidents can happen, but where they got me, was for sure no "accident". It was traumatizing... So, if this Primetime does the same thing, that fucker's gonna die. Drop dead. Lifeless. Won't move again.

I walk out of my room and make my way through the halls. 'Ok, P/n... It's game time...' I think to myself, as I stand right outside the entrance of the arena and wait for them to call me.

"WELCOME WRESTLING FAANS!!! ARE YOU READY FOR THE MAIN. EVEEEENNNTT!?" Everyone cheers and screams. "EVERYONE YELL LOUD AND PROUD FOR OUR GREATEST CONTESTANT, PRIIIMETIIIME!!!" I can't yet see who they are, but the crowd's going haywire. 'I'll make an entrance like nobody's business' I think as I smirk. This dude's goin' down... "AND FOR OUR SECOND GREATEST CONTESTANT, P/NNNNNNNN!!!"

"Here we go..." I breath out as I enter the arena... The crowd hollers and cheers. I walk towards the Red zone (that's the rink) and wave to all my lovely fans. I step into the rink and crack my knuckles.