Marissa knew for a fact that she was the underdog tonight. Not only that, but if anything the crowd would be questioning who she actually was. Her appearances in the world of LAW as of late, or perhaps in general for that matter, were not of note at all. Even more so in comparison to the Queen of the Ring she'd soon be facing. In a match type that barely favoured her if at all!
Emerging before the masses with her powerful core on show, and a modest if lowly reaction given, Marissa as per usual bared them no mind. Audience opinion, and the popularity of the mob as it were could change at the drop of a coin. And said coin would be dropped today, given the spikey haired Brit was fully geared for a strong attempt at a dominant submission win over Ms. Risako.
And damn if she didn't need it.
Having never truly gotten her bearings after her loss to one Jessica Wright, with a failed attempt to join the 2018 Last Woman's Tournament, Marissa had still yet to really kick herself off the startling line. Sure, a win over the flexible and tenacious Doctor Mina Takemi was worth gloating over, with a little pride to the Brit as she puffed out her chest in memory of it, but that alone after being here so long?
It went without saying that Marissa was after an equally prestigious win tonight, as she slid her figure under the bottom rope to kick up to her feet. Her knuckles soon would be cracked, one at a time, as her head swivelled left and right to really get the blood flowing. All the whilst shooting Panther a look that told her she meant business.
Though given the appearance of Marissa in general, she thought that went without saying.