Rose seethed as she waited backstage in gorilla position. She couldn’t stop thinking about her last match. It was far… tougher than she expected, even for one seeking a challenge.
The former vigilante shook her head. It was time to focus on the task at hand. Some new girl called Gambit. Rose couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the obvious alias, but other than her cliché taste in names and the fact that she was about six years Rose’s senior.
Rose gave a small shrug and then smirked. She was sure she’d learn all about her “new friend” in a moment as Mell’s “Red Fraction” began to play.
I have a big gun
I took it from my Lord
Sick with Justice
I just wanna feel you
”And her opponent, from Bloomenburg, Pennsylvania… she is The Rose!” Misa announced to a mixture of cheers and boos.
Rose smirked.
Seems I’m earning myself a reputation,” the ex-vigilante sardonically thought as more boos and cheers showered her. The masked woman continued down the ramp to the ring. She jumped on the apron and smirked at the crowd as she leaned back on the ropes.
Lifting a leg towards her head, shameless flaunting her flexibility drew more cheers than boos, causing the Rose to snicker. These perverts didn’t really care how Rose destroyed her prey, they just wanted a good show.
And she planned on giving it to them.
With that, she lowered her leg and back flipped into the ring and walked towards her corner. The Rose smirk at her opponent. Yeah… this Gambit was going to make great prey.