The lights in the arena went out for a moment as the opening notes of Rob Zombie's House of 1000 Corpses. The arena was shrouded in the darkness for a moment before the lights back back on in red bathing everyone in a crimson glow. Standing on the ramp was a woman standing in the center of the ramp, a hood pulled up on her leather vest. Something was different though. This time, there was no looming shadow behind her. No sign of The Defiler. Ramona was on her own tonight. She took a deep breath and started stalking down the ramp.
She got a corpse under her bed
She had her fun but now he's dead
Her mama said
"Come feed desire"
Her brother said
"Hey, throw him on the fire"
At the bottom of the ramp, she stopped and stared ahead at the ring. She wasn't used to fighting without her brother in her corner. At least not since she was baptized into his new religion. But she knew that she could do it. She could conquer this tournament and prove herself to her brother. Prove that she was as powerful as he. If she got into trouble, surely she could summon the rest of the family.
"Introducing....from The Cult of the Serpent....Ramooooona...The Vipress....Tyler."Ramona lowered her arms and looked out at the crowd with a glare before heading to the steel steps and starting to make her way up them.
This is the house
Come on in
This is the house
Built on sin
This is the house
Nobody lives
This is the house
You get what you give, yeah, yeah
I cut the flesh and make it bleed
Fresh skin is what I need
I let it dry out in the wood
All your crying did no good, yeah
She slowly made her way up the steel steps and climbed to the top turnbuckle. Perched on the top, she lowered her hood and glared out at the crowd. She hopped off the turnbuckle and took off her vest and aviator sunglasses. She sat them outside and moved to the center of the ring, where she sat cross legged and stared at the stage, waiting for her first victim.
