Rose, an Gothic sadist with a hate-on for the Establishment.

You’re already in the ring when the show returns from commercial, simply enjoying the sustained aftereffects of the sizable pop you had received when making your entrance.

Chest muscles bulging with nervous anticipation, you pace from one corner to another as the referee stands at attention in the middle of the ring, and the ring announcer waits for his cue before continuing his usual spiel.

“And now...introducing his opponent in this special, ‘I Submit’ contest, I present to you…” he first bellowed out, before waiting for-

“FUCK THE SYSTEM!!!”

The opening lyrics of some obscure heavy metal band suddenly blast through the arena loudspeakers with no warning, followed by a chorus of headbanging guitar riffs that pounds away at your eardrums.

The crowd is quite taken aback too, but eventually get into it as the lead vocalist half sings and half yells his way through a series of anti-authority lyrics.

“ALL THE POLITICIANS ARE PUPPETS AND LIARS!!”

Stalking intently out of the curtains, Rose almost immediately embodied the aggressive cacophony of sound accompanying her: confident, brazen, and pissed off seemingly at the whole world.

“...weighing in at 110 pounds, please welcome...ROSE!” the official boomed out at the top of his lungs, his voice barely even audible amidst the beating drums and screeching guitars that complement the vocalist’s voice.

“THE MAN CAN KISS MY ASS!!!”

Her raven hair flowing down in a fierce mane, the Gothic girl is dressed in a black leather jacket with decorative spikes adorning each shoulder, and a pair of practically painted on black panties stretched around her hips.

Assuming a stoic pose at the top of the entrance ramp, she looked out into the masses of cheering fans with a certain degree of disgust, turning up her nose at their obviously lewd displays and gestures towards her.

“I’M A VICTIM OF FREE SPEECH!!!”

Meanwhile, you remain at your corner, watching and observing as she saunters down the ramp with her high-heeled boots clicking confidently.

Her pasty white skin provides a nice visual against the angry flashing lights bearing down on her from the spotlight scaffolding.

Scaling up the steel steps in a fluid motion, she strutted across the ring apron with her back now to you, the chaotic music building to a scathing crescendo.

“LET ME SHARE MY PAIN WITH YOU!!!”

Then, with the cameras flashing and every attentive pair of eyes on her, Rose seductively unzipped her jacket, revealing…

…. a pasty and very braless chest.

The crowd predictably pops big as Rose leans up against the ropes, showing off her modest and pierced cleavage off to the world.

“YOUR SUFFERING WILL BE MY SALVATION!!!”

Her piercing eyes then turn over to you, filling you with a slight sense of dread as she ducks in between the middle rope.

With her jacket now parted at her sides, you couldn’t help but notice a menagerie of her sexual arsenal all brandished inside.

Just from your current position, you can make out a pair of handcuffs, a pink vibrator, gag ball, and then (the cherry on top of a sadism-creamed sundae), an assortment of variably colored dildos.

“She came prepared,” you sigh to yourself, slightly impressed but mostly focusing on how not to end up on the wrong end of those objects.

Slipping off the jacket, she draped it somewhat affectionately across the top turnbuckle before reaching down and unzipping her boots.

Her pierced breasts jiggles ever enticingly as she kicks her footwear out of the ring and then fixes her attention upon you.

Despite the pulsating rhythm of her entrance music dying down, your heart is still racing a mile a minute as she steps up to confront you directly in all her tattooed glory.

Her dainty bare feet cross over one another as she stops just short of her chest bumping into yours.

Though the raven-haired woman is visibly a couple of inches shorter than you, she certainly isn’t affected by the height differential at all; if anything, she seems emboldened by it.

“I see you’re not chicken up to show up at your own ass-kicking. Congratulations, I’m impressed,” she ‘greets’ you first in her usual sardonic tone.

“Thanks, maybe you’ll be even more impressed when I’m fucking you senseless from behind after you scream the magic words,” you shoot back at her.

She only smiles. “You really don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you rookie?”

Doing your best to remain cool and confident, you throw her words right back at her, “Maybe you should be asking yourself the same question, Rose. After all, you don’t know what I’m capable of.”

“You’re a product of corporate patronage and a broken system that favors good looks over actual fucking talent. I think I know exactly what you’re capable of,” she smirks, crossing her arms.

Well, that was a mouthful.

{if Won first confrontation with Rose = true}“By the way, you want your panties back? I’m only asking because after I’m done fucking the shit out of you, you’re probably gonna need a new pair anyways,” you taunt her.

A flicker of annoyance taints her otherwise smug expression. “Cute.”

“Don’t worry, that won’t be the only thing you’ll be losing tonight,” you taunt her with a coy wink, suddenly feeling much more confident.{endif}{if Won first confrontation with Rose = false}“By the way, how’s your head doing?” she reminds you with a sly grin. “Trying that little stunt backstage wasn’t exactly one of your finest moments, huh?”

You bite your lip irritably.

“Well don’t worry, that was just a little tease. You’ll be sore all over once I’m done,” she smirks, her eyes flickering suggestively downwards before coming back up to meet yours.{endif}“Let the best fighter win then,” you finally say.

That brought a dark chuckle to Rose’s lips. “I already have.”

And with that, you both retreated back to your respective corners waiting for the match to officially begin.