The Last Warrior, a Celtic tribal-inspired fighter. (WIP)

As you stretch out on the ropes the arena lights dim, and a fog machine somewhere out of view starts up, shrouding the area in mist. Up the ramp a single figure steps into view. She's hunched in a hunter's stance, ready to lash out. Her head snaps towards you, and even at this distance she seems to be staring right into your eyes.

“From out of the mists of the ancient past comes a fighter who’s not afraid to get medieval on her opponents,” the announcer calls out. “The pride of the Celtic tribes of old is given beautiful form in our new arrival: The Last Warrior!”

A cheer breaks out across the arena. The lights brighten slowly as you strain to get a look at her, and as she climbs into the ring, she slowly resolves into view out of the fog.

Your eyes are greeted by a tall, slim redhead with intense green eyes, narrowed in concentration. Her mouth is set in a determined expression as she expertly scales the ropes. Looking over her body gives you the impression of power held in restraint, like a snake ready to strike.

And you get a very good look, because she’s already completely naked.

Not a scrap of clothing adorns her; her only ornamentation comes from elaborate designs drawn in blue warpaint across her nude body.

While you're stunned still by her warrior presence and bizarre (lack of a) costume, she hops effortlessly over the top rope and tries to dash right into you. The official steps in between you just in time, but you still take a worried step back.

“Careful now, John,” the announcer chuckles. “They didn’t really put rules on combat sports back in the Last Warrior’s days. She likes to play rough.”

_Noted. I’ll have to keep on my toes around her._

As she stares you down, a wild, predatory grin slowly starts to spread across her face. Moments later, the bell rings and the match begins...