Larissa Saito stood in the descending elevator, wild eyes gleaming with excitement as she stared at the smeared blood on her hands. The music playing was a distant annoyance, barely registering in her frenzied mind as she imagined the carnage ahead. When the doors slid open to reveal the underground garage, she practically leaped out, with heavy stomping on the concrete floor with manic energy. The ring was a shabby setup, but Larissa didn’t care. It was a stage, and she was the star of this bloody show. No audience? No problem. The camera crew was there to capture the mayhem she was about to unleash, and that was all she needed.
As Larissa made her way to the ring blood dripped from her body, leaving a trail behind her. A crimson path leading straight to the ring. There was no visible damage, so the blood had to belong to someone else. As she reached the edge of the ring, she didn’t just step onto it—she launched herself over the ropes, landing in a crouch in the center. A twisted grin spreading across her face. Larissa didn’t bother with a corner; she was already restless, pacing back and forth, eager for the fight to start.
So this is the one I have to fight? YES!! ONE LOOK AT YOU AND I KNOW THE BLOOD WILL FLOW
Her gaze locked onto her opponent. All she wanted was violence, to feel her fists connect, to hear bones crack and flesh tear. The thought made her giggle, a high-pitched sound that echoed through the empty garage. Before she lost herself anymore she would at least have the etiquette to ask for a name.
Scarred one, what is your name. Pleasantries can be done after that. Larissa not caring one bit for the stories behind the burns. Just that the mere sight of them gave her opponent this violent air that she found intoxicating. Larissa knew there’d be no disappointment this time. She’d make sure of it. The garage was going to get messy, and she couldn’t wait to be the one to paint it red.