Showtime in the Silver Box

Bright white lights buzzed directly above my head. I twitched my gloved fingers, feeling a sudden surge of raw energy run through plastic joints. I took a heavy step forward onto the dimpled silver floor, hearing the satisfying hollow thud under my boot. Leaning close to the shimmering wall, I tapped the metallic foil with a hard knuckle, watching my distorted grin bounce right back at me in dozens of tiny silver reflections. It seems the arena is prepped, and the star of the show has just arrived!