*She felt unstoppable- The Crimson Crusher had been steamrolling through her competition as of recent, but that was to be expected of her. Standing in at over six feet tall, hitting hard with a massive weight of over two hundred pounds was more than most women could contend with, especially on law. However, Jess still felt slightly unaccomplished; had she truly ever faced someone worthy enough to call a genuine rival? Was she only squashing her competition due to their ineptitude, and not based on her outstanding skill and proficiency within the ropes? All of these questions swirled around in her mind like a whirlpool of profound doubt, something that bothered her tremendously.*
"Grrhh...that does it!" *A resolute tone to her voice, Jess laced up her boots, dawned her unique armor and began a warpath towards the vacant ring. On her way towards the opaque curtain, she ripped a microphone from a nearby official, shooting her a vicious scowl while emerging from backstage. As per usual, the crowd drowned her in a torrential downpour of jeers and disdainful booing, all of it beautiful music to her ears.*
*While marching down the metallic ramp, her body tensing up from what she was about to initiate, Jess let out a disgruntled sigh while stepping overtop the highest rope before holding the microphone up to her mouth.*
"Now, let me go ahead'n set the record straight for ya'll degenerates!" *Not taking too kindly to being verbally berated by her, the audience responded in the usual way to being treated so horribly by shouting profanities at her.*
"I said listen! I've been destroying anythang and everythang in mah way recently, and this is gettin pretty borin." *Jess cackled, all the while relishing the sensation of vexing the crowd.*
"So, who wants tah take me on, right here right now, in a hardcore brawl? Cuz I doubt any of ya'll back stage are tough enough tah take me on!"