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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 stage was a woman standing in the center of , a hood pulled up on her long leather coat. Standing behind her were three figures dressed in dark robes. No sign of The Defiler himself. But Ramona didn't need him. The Cult was with her. At least three members of them. Promised to her so that she may have a shot against Bison. She cracked her neck and started 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 still 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 knew that tonight, she had to. She looked around at the crowd, a smirk playing at her lips and raised her arms to the side to imitate Rex Kobra, and looked to the heavens to offer thanks to the Serpent.

"Introducing...being accompanied by Three Members of The Cult of the Serpent....Ramooooona...The Vipress....Tyler."

Ramona lowered her arms and looked out at the crowd again 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 coat and aviator sunglasses. She handed them to one of the cultists in her corner who in turn passed her a bottle of Bisonade. She looked over to Bison before taking a drink. She grimaced before leaning over the top rope and spitting it out onto the floor at the feet of the cultists.

Looking to Bison, she poured the rest of the contents of the bottle onto the floor before tossing the bottle away as if she was holding a piece of foul garbage. fully facing her opponent, she wiped the remaining liquid from her mouth and started to pace in front of her opponent, waiting for him to make the first move, knowing that she needed to be ready to show her superior agility and speed to win.

Bison came at her and as Ramona was trying to devise a strategy, she was caught with a knee to the gut. She doubled over and staggered back a few steps as her brain tried to think of a way for her to avoid being decimated.

Ramona was whipped to the ropes and as she came back she would aim to deliver running dropkick. She knew it might not do much right way. But it might give her a moment to gather her wits before any ongoing devastation.

Ramona got up quickly. Knowing she needed to keep it up, she would run back to the ropes and as she ran back she would aim to hit him with another dropkick.

Ramona was on a roll. With Bison starting to stagger, she realized that if she wanted to get him down, she was going to have to do a bit more. So she would start by trying to deliver a series of kicks to the side of Bison's leg.

Sensing an opportunity, Ramona would run back to the opposite ropes and as she got close, she would leap in a wild clothesline attempt that would surely take both of them outside if it succeeded.

Ramona was thrown over the rope and toward the ground. Her fall was luckily broken as the cultists moved and caught her before she hit the floor. After she was sat down, she started to circle the ring, trying to take a moment outside to come up with a game plan.