Violetta
Violetta was a bit annoyed to say the least, her second match after she had absolutely beaten the shit out of her first opponent and they stick her on a supercard. That was the only flattering part the part that made her angry was being put against a debuting talent. Hell if she knew that the woman was new she would have told the booker to fuck off before she went and stayed home. But that would likely be met with a large fine and a suspension. There were other options to make this fun.
Metal bat in one hand, a picture of her opponent in the other, it was open season for Violetta backstage! Wandering around, checking every room, every corner, surely the woman was somewhere, she just wanted to send her a message, a pain filled and agonizing message, but a message none the less. Only one spot left to check. Kicking open a lock room door Violetta wandered in with caution, checking each corner. The room seemed to be empty, but walking in deeper she saw someone with her back turned, glancing at the photo it seemed to match her opponent, hell even if it wasn't this was going to be fun anyway.
Crumpling up the photo Violetta tossed it on the ground before gripping her bat with two hands. The black haired heel approached her opponent from behind slowly like a horror movie villain before rushing forward a few steps away while swinging her bat forward to get the most power into her swing as she struck her opponent brutally in the back with her steel weapon of choice!
