The staff room of St. Gertrud Klinik in Berlin. Nurses and doctors bustle about, grabbing a quick coffee before returning to their shifts. Mitzi Bopp, clad in her scrubs with her wrestling bag beside her, chats animatedly with a colleague.
“Tomorrow night... der große Abend! I’m in a Quadralangular Match to become the #1 contender for the International Frauen-Berufsringer Championship!”
Her colleague raises an eyebrow, chuckling. “And you’re facing Alice Rotten, Thaïs Empristikí, and Ayane Nakamura?”
“Ja!” Mitzi nods firmly, her accent thick with determination. “Alice, she’s tough, ja—one half of Dirty Pretty Things. But she’s never faced someone like me. Being a nurse, I know how to handle pain and push through. Then there’s Thaïs. Always in tag matches… and she thinks she can make it in a four-way on her own?”
"Ayane Nakamura. Now there’s a challenge. Fast, clever, and strong, but I’ve got some überraschungen—surprises—of my own. Wrestling’s like nursing: it’s all about quick thinking and resilience.”
Her colleague crosses her arms, impressed. “You’ve got this, Mitzi.”
“More than that. I’m not just wrestling for me. The world knows me as a nurse, but they’re about to see me as a fighter.”
She picks up her bag, her voice steady with resolve and heads out, ready for her journey from the Klinik to the ring.