Veronika Váradi
"Most people... mmm, they fear what they cannot understand. The spider, for example..."
she runs her gloved fingers over the black widow tattoo on her thigh
"...she is not feared for her strength. No, no... she is feared... for her silence. For her patience. For... her poison."
She takes slow, deliberate steps through a dark ring surrounded by velvet ropes and dripping candle wax. Her boots echo like a countdown.
"I did not come to L.A.W. for glory. I did not come to play silly games for belt, for fans... pah."
She smirks.
"I came... to control. To break. To watch the strongest bodies bend, and the loudest mouths... beg."
She turns to the camera, lips parted in a smile that never reaches her eyes.
"You vill scream... you vill squirm... you vill fight... but in the end, you all learn the same lesson, yes?"
She leans in close. You can feel her breath, hear the curl of her accent like velvet and smoke.
"If you step into my ring... you are already tangled... in my vehb."
The screen flickers as a black widow crawls across the camera lens. Her voice returns in a whisper that feels like it slips into your ear and coils around your throat.
"And darling... I always feeeed... last."
Fade to black. A single violin string lingers. Then silence as her logo slowly appears...
