<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Diamond4.jpg)</div>Candice “Diamond” Perry stood in the backstage locker room, preparing for her evening match. She wasn’t sure whether she should call it a locker room or a dressing room, because it looked sort of like both. She had her own locker for some stuff, but there were big mirrors and vanities to make herself pretty too, which she certainly did, but she leaned more towards locker room, like she was used to.<br/><br/>She had worked out early that day, so she was mostly loose and stretched, but she was always sure to properly prepare before physical exertion. A little Candy was on tonight’s menu, and she couldn’t wait to sink her teeth in. It had been a good while since she’d worked a strapon, and little Candy probably needed a solid reminder of who was always going to win. So in anticipation of her victory, she did her usual quick warm-up earlier: stretches, some pushups, and some sit ups to get her blood flowing.<br/><br/>Diamond was currently in the process of giving herself a quick lather. Sometimes, they got to wrestle in oil for special occasions, but she always liked to give herself a quick shinedown. It wasn’t enough to create a slippery hold to give her an unfair advantage –not that she needed it – but there was a reason why they called her Diamond. The salve she rubbed over her dark, chocolate skin gave it a dull shine that really showed when the light hit. The crowd always hooted and hollered at her powerful legs, thick ass, and big brown titties when she strutted down to the ring, and they usually kept going throughout the match.<br/><br/>And they didn’t call her Diamond because she was drop dead gorgeous and shiny; all the muscle wasn’t just for show. She was the strongest bitch in the ring. You might go in feeling cocky, but as soon as her legs got around your neck, you were<em>done</em>. Whether it was a sleeper hold or a Boston crab lock with her big black ass sitting squarely on her opponent’s back, the match was always over.<br/><br/>After she finished her lathering, she slipped on her usual wrestling attire: a blue leopard pattern sling bikini. It did almost nothing to cover her tits, and her ass swallowed the thong bottom, but it came off more often than not, so it really didn’t matter. In addition she also wore knee-high boots, laced nice and tight and a pair of fingerless gloves. She checked herself in the mirror with a spin. All twenty carats of her body glowed, ready to get down to business.<br/><br/>She closed her locker and cleaned up her spot by the vanity a little bit, then headed to the staging area outside the ring. There was a little bit of time before the match started, but she could spend it doing some last minute warm-ups.