Tracey Bull (w/ Paul Caldwell)
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Angel Knight
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"I want all of you to shut your mouths and listen to what I have to say!"
This only caused the crowd to boo louder, but without so much as a twitch the man cooly continued on with his words.
"My name is Paul Caldwell, future CEO of the CaldCo. brokerage firm, the largest brokerage in all of Britain. I have made more money in a single day than all of you disgraces for human beings in the crowd will ever make in your miserable lives,"
The crowd began to chant "WHO ARE YOU?" and "YOU SUCK!" at Paul's rude and biting comments, only causing a sly grin to appear on the millionares face.
"That's just a fact of life, your booing won't change that,"
"Ordinarily, I wouldn't even think of stepping into an arena like this one filled with mouth breathing sweathogs like you people, but tonight is a historic night! Tonight, everything you know about LAW changes! I know why you people file into arena after arena to watch LAW, besides to escape from the pointlessness of your life. You people want blood! You people want humiliation! You people want VIOLENCE!"
The crowd popped slightly at the energy behind Paul's declaration of violence. Something big was about to happen, they could feel it.
"Well friends, tonight I give to you violence on a level that has never been seen in LAW before! Tonight you're not going to see a wrestling match, you're all going to be watching a snuff film, and its lead star is none other than my client! She is pound for pound the greatest athlete walking the face of the earth today, both in look and in ability! Ladies and gentlemen, put you hands together for the future of not just LAW, but the wrestling world as you know it. Put your hands together for the Crimson Charger... TRACEY BULL!!!"
A column of smoke then rose up from the stage before fading away, revealing a giant of a woman who seemed to not have an ounce of fat on her! The giant wore a bull's head on her own, drawing comparisons to a Minotaur of great myth, and wore a revealing white bikini that showed off her large chest, stunning backside, and chiseled physique. She also had brown arm and shin pads that resembled fur, further adding to her majesty. Tracey Bull walked slowly down to the ring, allowing the audience to take in every part of her as Paul clapped for his client in the ring. The monstrous figure then got on the ring apron and, after looking to her left and right, stepped over the top rope into the ring! The usually energetic LAW crowd seemed stunned at Tracey's appearance, staying silent as Paul took his microphone up to his lips yet again with his client behind him.
"Your eyes don't deceive you! Do not adjust that television set! You're seeing six foot one inches and two hundred and thirty pounds of pure genetic stopping power, and heaven help whoever has to face my client tonight. Usually being the first to do something is a good thing, but this time it is a death sentence! Tonight Tracey won't settle for pinning you, she won't settle for submitting you, she won't even settle for breaking you, she will tease, humiliate, and desecrate you in this ring until you can't even move a single muscle in your body, paralyzed by pain and estacy! So LAW, send out the poor girl. Send the lamb out to the slaughter and let's get this No Disqualification Knock-Out match underway!"
With that, Paul threw his microphone right into the chest of the official and reached up as Tracey took off her Bull headdress, placing it on top of a nearby ring post before going over some last minute strategies with his client, who simply stared straight ahead at the entrance ramp like a predator awaiting her prey. Who would be brave enough, or stupid enough, to take on this mysterious newcomer in a No DQ KO match?

