Emerald Victoria - Dungeon, Dragon Precinct
She heard the screams of the man outside, but she didn't move from her machine. She knew what must of happened and it made her hunger for Mephisto even more, to take a life so brazenly during the day, and be able to get away with it, she found him dangerous, and danger was sexy to her.
Later that Evening:
It was that time again. Another fool would fall beneath her heel and she would prove once and for all, why she was the "Dragon of Wrath", champion of the UAL. She looked over her ring attire in the locker room mirror one more time. She looked strong, she looked sexy, but most importantly, she looked like a champion. Her hair was tightly braided to keep opponents from easily grabbing it, her sports bra and her trunks were red with green accents along them, complimenting her signature hair and helping her crimson eyes pop out.
As the announcer said her name, she moved through the entrance curtain, a confident swagger to her step as she made her way down the steps and into the octagonal cage that was to be her ring. She didn't bother addressing the other members of the crowd, particularly the ones whistling at her and cat calling, she let those irritations feed into her rage. She was scanning the crowd for Mephisto, and sure enough, she found him in the front row, right where she hoped he'd be.
She sauntered over and took his chin in her hand, giving it a firm yet gentle caress. "Wish me luck. I'll finish this up as quick as I can so we can get on with the real fun." She said leaning in close to his lips before pulling back and leaving him for the ring. She regarded her opponent with indifference, a man, well built, but seeming entirely too nervous. She wouldn't even need to get him angry for his form to become sloppy. For now, she centered herself and focused on her inner fire while the announcer finished up the introductions, letting it build for the time when she would unleash it upon this poor fool.