Carmen Besille

Carmen takes a deep breath, adjusting her sports bra one last time before jogging out into the makeshift arena. The speakers begin to play one of her own songs, ‘Dead Girl Walkin’, which gives her all the confidence she’ll need for whoever the hell she needs to fight tonight. She holds her arms out and does a little spin for the crowd, her dyed-green ponytail whipping behind her. "Hey everybody!" She shouts out, unable to hide her grin.