This new woman, Sandra, she seemed different enough that she would change that notion for her. Sitting on a chair, with both arms and legs on the seat as she nestled the phone between her thighs, Leah wrinkled her nose a little bit. She had heard her opponent was known to hurt people, and she was tall, and she had some insane musculature.
Almost unconsciously, a smile curled up on her lips. She was ready to show this woman how it was done. Her “theme”, which she hadn’t really picked out for herself (she saw almost no point in doing something, impressions were left by fists, not by tunes), blared out into the arena.
For a split second, it was all silence. Like a no show. But.. no, Leah crashed through the doors, bashing her shoulders into the the arena door and breaking the lock. Running down into the ring, she’d slide in and spread her arms, her muscles looking nice, toned and lovely in the light of the ring.
”I heard you like hurting people, Sandra! I like hunting people! Let’s see if you can make me beg for you to stop before I make you my prey..
Just don’t disappoint Leah, or else!”

