And now for her opponent…
Standing at 5 foot 11…
Weighing 178 pounds…
From Austin, Texas…
And Red Like Roses…
ASH RAGUEL
A RWBY reference while also making a joke about he resembles an older male version of Ruby Rose? Well. It could be worse. They could have said ‘Ashley’ instead of ‘Ash.’ He seriously needed to talk to about changing his name on the roster to just ‘Ash’ to spare him this headache.
He shook his head as he waited from the backstage. His turn coming up after seeing the Green Machine leave for the ring. He waited and then he was called out. He stood at the top of the ramp, fans at either side blowing the cloak he wore to make it wave in the air. Flapping majestically like in those fantasy movies. When he came out he was met with cheers, even very loud ones from the ladies in the audience.
He marched down, his cloak flowing through the air with each step he took as he addressed the front row viewed. Giving handshakes and high fives. Along with some winks to some of the women in the front row before climbing up onto the apron. Vaulting over the top rope and landing like Batman. Cape flowing down and everything. He stood tall, pumping his fist into the air with an explosion of pyrotechnics from the ring corners.
He undid his cloak, letting it fall down as he eyed his oppenent for the night. “Hmm.” He hummed to himself as he studied Ripley. Not bad for someone her size. Still, he kept any other thoughts to the side. He had a match to win after all, and between you and me… a nice present to open later.
(The cape is for when he makes his entrance. He takes it off when in the ring)
