"AND THE WINNER OF TODAY'S BRAWL IS... NIGHTMARE!!" The sound of a roaring audience began to fill the stadium. The ambience causing the walls to tremble from the sheer force of cheers. From the center of the ring, a dark purple colored chupa took two giant steps forward, grinning her pearls of sharp white. Her fire blue hair was like a beacon, as she tossed her head back to let the crowd see her unmarked face. None could be said the same for her male opponent, who was not only knocked out cold, but had a good few scars to mark that 'pretty face.' A deep throaty chuckle emerged from her lips, before she went into her usual 'battle stance' for the viewers, "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!" This caused the audience to roar once more in cheers and shouts, "I said... ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!" Once more the crowds roared, mixtures of excited screams lifted higher and louder, which made this chupadore cackle with triumphant laughter. "Who's ring is this?!" She asked as she slammed her fist to her chest.

"NIGHTMARE!"

"NIGHTMARE!"

"NIGHTMARE!"

"And who the hell runs this house?!" She questioned with a smile, a hand to where he ear would be as she listened closely.

"NIGHTMARE!"

Nightmare wouldn't help but throw a fist in the air, grinning a little more... wickedly, as she spoke in a tone that sounded serious. Though her smile betrayed her greatly. "You're damn right folks. I am Hecate! Goddess of Tartarus, High Grimwalker of this forsaken underground!" She then points to the audience, giving them what they want; her usual banter and taunts, "And if any among you who wishes to challenge me... THEN WALK THROUGH THE SHADOW OF THE VALLEY OF DEATH AND FACE ME IN. THIS. RING. I accept any challenge without hesitation."