Saren arrives:

As she walked into the locker room, she found only one other wrestler there. Raven Branwen. Saren took it as a challenge upon herself to know the competition in LAW, certain that eventually she would gain an advantage from it. She knew a couple things about Raven, one being that she was a crafty veteran. She had seen her way around a ring or two, and experience is second to none. She also knew that she was stunningly beautiful, the hair that framed her striking face as black as the void. Her current attire let a small peek at her ample bosom, putting the lesbian blonde a bit on edge.
"So, this is the great Raven Branwen?? I’ll admit, the reputation that precedes you looks much more impressive," Saren directed a verbal jab toward the black haired veteran, who was minding her own business at her locker. She paused a moment to see what kind of a rise she would get. When none came, she exhaled loudly and came and carelessly dropped her stuff in the vacant locker next to Raven's.
Saren would sit down, purposely encroaching upon Raven's space and gear. Although doing it in a non-threatening manner, the intent of her actions would be clear. Saren wanted to start something with the older wrestler, to make a name for herself in the new company. "Bitch's hearing aids must be older than her..."she would mutter under her breath, then turn to Raven and yell sarcastically, knowing very well she has heard everything so far: "My name's Saren! I'm the new one around here that's gonna be collecting some of these belts!!"