The English girl’s smile turned into a grimace as she remembered her post-match fun. The part that didn’t go according to plan… “Who the hell was that freak?” Red Riot thought.
“Red Riot, you’re up! A stage hand called, bringing Alice to reality. Red Riot glared at the stage hand and gave a curt nod as “A Fool or a Clown?” played.
Alice didn’t waste any time as she burst on the ramp, laughing at the crowd’s negative reaction. As the ring announcer proceeded to introduce her.
”The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring, from London, England… she is The Red Riot!
Appearance
“I really needed that,” Alice mused as the boos intensified.
Red Riot jumped on the apron, as she focused her mind on far more important matters, that being her opponent. Unlike her last foe, Alice decided to do some scouting on one Pinky Nanako. Pinky did have some skill, but that’s not what put Red Riot off.
No, it was Pinky’s shy personality. How the introverted girl let others push and order her around. To the point that Pinky didn’t even come up with her stage name, it was thought of by the girl’s younger sister! But worst of all, Pinky reminded the redhead about her old self. The Alice before she found liberation.
”Bitch is a walking cliché,” Red Riot thought as she jumped over the rope, mockingly bowing for the crowd. ”And to think that I could’ve ended up like her," Alice venomously whispered as she sauntered to her corner, crossing her arms and leaning against it, waiting for Pinky to come out.