*As her scarlet hair blithely fell upon her alabaster shoulders, Jess shook herself off and blew a gentle kiss to her own reflection staring back at her in the mirror.*
"They want a show? I'll give'em somethin they'll nevah ferget~" *Tonight wasn't particularly special, or so she personally felt that way, due to having been called upon to put a rookie through the ringer. The Crimson Crusher was tremendously fond of trampling upon anyone and everyone who had the audacity to stand in her way, but when she was given nearly free reign to do as she pleased, that only served to make the salacious southerner even more naughty.*
"Time to go get'em!" *Fastening her enormous, ornate mask onto her broad upper body Jess stormed out the door and down the hallway, knocking into passersby until finally stopping a few inches from the opaque curtain. Once the signal was given, she emerged onto the scene and, shockingly enough, to an ovation from the audience- Perhaps her demeaning attitude and terrifying presence was finally starting to earn her the recognition she felt was rightfully hers.*
"About time!" *She muttered under her breath, stomping towards the arena while traipsing up the steps.*
*Finally reaching her destination, Jess stepped over the highest ropes while maintaining her intimidating persona all the while. Once she reached her designated corner, Jess unfastened her mask and revealed her nearly immaculate face to the audience, which earned her a few catcalls from a handful of nearby spectators. Deciding to ignore their advances completely, Jess rested her headdress along the outskirts of the ring before resting her upper body against the turnbuckle cushions.*
"Alright, lesse who I'm gunna stomp tonight~"