>>19618256>>19618258When Paule declared she wasn't afraid of rabbits, the music of her soon-to-be opponent suddenly exploded, and swaggering out from backstage came the cocky southern bunny. Her lips twisted into a grin as she took a stance upon the stage at the top of the entrance ramp, Beatrice raising a microphone to her lips to address Paule.
"Girl, shut yer damn yap and drop the dumb movie references," she began, one hand on her hips as she addressed her diminutive opponent.
"Ah ain't much fer talkin' so ah'm gonna keep this short. Ya messed up, girl, plain and simple. Challengin' me to a match was the worst mistake ya could have made here in the dubya-dubya-eh, and now? Yer ass is gonna get punished fer it."
"Ah ain't got nothin' against ya, ah really don't, shrimp, but yer out of yer league. Ah'm badder then any woman in this here league, and ah'm gonna prove it when ah turn ya into my first victim here."
She grinned wider and tilted her head to the side, her bunny ears flopping as she turned her head. "Yer ass might say ya ain't afraid, but...come on. Look at me, and look at yerself. There ain't no way ya ain't shiverin' in yer boots thinkin' about what ah'm gonna do to ya."
"Soon, girl. Very soon. We'll see jes' how fearless ya really are very, very soon..."
