Suppressing a scowl, Rarity locked eyes with Fancy as she ascended the short stairway that delivered her to the stage. In the middle of the platform, a wrestling ring waited for her. It stood at the center of center stage, a proverbial wheel in the middle of a wheel, or a perhaps linchpin, holding everything else in place. Rarity almost laughed every time she saw it, just as she almost laughed now, her buxom thighs straddling the middle rope for a teasing moment as she climbed into the ring.