CHAPTER 24
CARMEN
As the reality of what was happening hit her, Carmen wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. Just a few hours ago, she’d been grocery shopping, unaware that such a thing as underground women’s wrestling existed. Her biggest concern had been choosing to make a pasta dish or burritos.
She tried to come to grips with the experience of standing on a platform. There was an actual line of people walking up and down the stage, passing the cages one by one. She noticed that not all her “colleagues” looked like her, which she presumed resembled a deer looking into headlights. Some of them actually rejoiced at the visitors cheering them on.
This went on for almost fifteen minutes, when Carmen suddenly caught a break. A familiar blond head in a sharp designer suit walked her way. S
