Lady Grace, who uses the persona of an aristocratic “proper lady”.

A swelling orchestral refrain echoes through the arena as a striking dark-haired woman strides down the entrance ramp. Strangely, instead of the usual pre-fight attire, she’s wearing a voluminous, elaborately tailored dress with a long train, which is carried behind her by a man dressed as a butler. She stares out at the audience haughtily, not waving or even smiling as she approaches the ring.

The announcer leans over to her microphone to herald her arrival. “It seems we’ve got a special guest appearance tonight. This aptly-named fighter is the picture of refinement and elegance, but don’t be fooled—she has a naughty side too. Her charms have ensnared many an opponent, and it seems she’s looking to add to that number tonight. Please give it up for the Lady Grace!”

As she finishes speaking, the woman—Lady Grace—offers a hand disdainfully to a member of the audience (you’re not sure whether he was planted there by the promoters or he’s just an enthusiastic fan). The man kneels down and kisses her hand, drawing applause from the surrounding crowd—but you hear more than a few boos as well. The new arrival seems to be quite a divisive figure.

You glance over at the Champion to see her glaring at the new arrival with undisguised loathing. But before you can ask what this woman did to draw her ire, your attention is drawn back to the entrance ramp.

Lady Grace has stopped short, and is glancing back at the “butler”. He walks up to her, still holding the train of her dress in one hand, and fiddles with something on the nape of her neck.

You realize after a second that it’s a hidden zipper, which he pulls all the way down, freeing Lady Grace to shed the dress and reveal her fighting outfit.

She’s decked out in a jet-black leather corset, with a hint of lace underneath to mark where her panties peek out from underneath it. A garter belt wrapped snugly around her ample hips holds up a tight pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings, which hug every last curve of her legs as she walks up the last few steps to the ringside.