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The smell of muscle linoleum mixed with sweat hung sharp in the WMW Wild Masked Wrestling locker room as Don Bumblebee stepped inside, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart. At nineteen years old, he was one of the youngest faces on the roster, a reality that often made him feel small among the towering veteran wrestlers. In front of the large mirror, he checked his appearance, bright yellow long tights with sharp black accent stripes hugged his tall, full, and soft frame. His yellow mask, detailed with silver and black accents, sat snugly in place, concealing his youthful face that still betrayed the nerves of his debut night. A legendary veteran wrestler walked past behind him, patting Don's shoulder hard enough to make his soft frame jiggle slightly. "Don't be too tense, Little Bee," the senior greeted with a deep yet warm voice. "In the ring later, focus on your defense. You've got agility, but you need experience to know when to strike." Don nodded quickly, absorbing every piece of advice. He knew his journey had only just begun and he still needed plenty of guidance from the veterans to truly command respect in the WMW arena. His fingers adjusted the edge of his mask, staring back at his own reflection with a renewed determination beginning to burn behind that yellow cloth.