It would be Rose's first fight here. Her first step to saying goodbye to her past life and living at least a somewhat normal life. She flicks a metal lighter, cigarette in her mouth, and lights the end of it before taking a deep inhale, then exhales slowly as she observes her first opponent making her grand entrance.
Rose's face contorted with disgust while the cigarette was between her full, crimson lips. Texans. Of all the different types of Americans she's dealt with, Texans were the most annoying. Their accent, their state-wide superiority complex, dealing with their overall demeanor was like forced to hear nails screeching down a chalkboard.
This woman's entrance was just shy of ridiculous. Walking out with a cow skull on her head? It was a miracle she didn't stumble or trip. She had to imagine it was made of foam or some other fake material. The thing more irritating than their attitude though was that typically they had the body and strength to back up their words. She couldn't deny she'd likely be a tough one to take down. But doing so would bring her much satisfaction.
"Idiota..." She says to herself while she pulls herself off the wall. It was time for her entrance.
She steps out onto the stage, head lowered, her hat concealing her face from the crowd, and from her opponent. She was wrapped in a purple, tattered poncho, hiding her form underneath. The crowd grew silent as this new woman made her approach. Her appearance made them uneasy. No music. No pyrotechnics. Just a spotlight illuminating the woman as she made her slow gait towards the ring. The small orange glow from her cigarette dimly lit her face as a thin trail of smoke followed her.
She makes her way up the stairs, and climbs in through the ropes, before turning towards her loud, brash opponent. Her eyes glance over her body. She was taller, and larger than her. But somehow, she imagined she was a bit lacking in the brains area. She spared no words with her. She just moved to take off her poncho, revealing her form to the crowd and to the Texan. Underneath the poncho, she wore a brown corset with accents of red and lavender. She wore brown leather pants, and matching boots, hugging her legs and accentuating them. When the crowd finally laid eyes on her, they whistled and whooped at the sight of her. Rose looked.. slightly irritated by this, taking the cigarette from her lips, and puts it out on the back of her leather glove.
Finally, she takes off her hat, and rests it on the corner as well, letting her long, lavender hair spill out from under her hat. She starts to rolled her head, causing small cracks in her neck to be heard, and rolls her shoulders, limbering herself up for this brawl.
"One warning,
puta." She finally speaks to her. "Leave here by foot, or by a stretcher." She threatens.
