Marlee stormed furiously from the ring, her cheeks blazing crimson with embarrassment after her humiliation at the hands of Bianca. The curvy Kiwi wrestler was angry with herself for letting it happen, knowing she could have done better. But she'd had her chance and Bianca had wiped the floor with her. Cursing under her breath, she kept her eyes downcast as she moved quickly through the other wrestlers backstage, eager to be out of sight and away from the painful reminders of her failure in the ring.
Marlee Jackson

At the end of the passage, though, she caught sight of a male wrestler, and he was looking back at her. His white hair was stark and his muscled abs were showing through the gap of the long overcoat he wore. Marlee raised an eyebrow, pressing her lips tightly together. The guy seemed to giving her a serious examination through his strangely alluring crimson eyes. For what it was worth, he was pretty cute too, but right now she didn't feel like talking to anyone. With an effort, she pulled her gaze away from him, feigning nonchalance as she made to walk past him.

