"They don’t scare me at all..." Said Marissa to her cellphone. The person who was talking with her was really mad and worried about her decision to fight against two cold heels, The Ark and Zetton.
"I can handle them. They have their own limits, so does my patience." Replied the woman while ending the phone call. Marissa was already in her wrestling gear, she wasn’t even in the locker room. She was waiting at the gate as she gives her cellphone to a man in black and grey clothes with a hoodie.
"Don’t interfere, understood. It’s personal and I want to send a message to everyone here." Told Marissa to the man, both having scary auras. "Tsssssss undersssssstood..." Replied the man while he’s leaving the area. The stranger puts the lady’s phone in his pocket, revealing golden gloves.
Marissa’s theme started and she walked her way to the ring, looking around just to see how many people would cheer for her. It turns out her expectations were right, an acceptable amount of fans was encouraging her. She had to remain focus, because Marissa can show a lot of love towards the people who compliments her. They would become her top priority, but it wasn’t the time for this right now. She enters the ring, confidant to overcome such challenge. As she reaches her corner, her serious facial expression quickly became a horrific smile.
"I’ll beat the fuck out of their asses..." Marissa wasn’t called the Shadowed One for nothing. She definitely has that from her adoptive father. She finally reaches her corner and she sat there, waiting for her opponents.