fantasy
The Deadwoman

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The arena goes pitch black. A cold fog rolls over the ring as ominous bell tolls echo through the speakers. The titantron flickers to life, showing ravens flying over a graveyard. The crowd falls silent.
Suddenly, purple lightning strikes the stage. A tall, shadowy figure appearsโThe Deadwoman, dressed in a flowing black trench coat and wide-brimmed hat. Her pale face is emotionless, eyes glowing faintly in the dark.
Announcer (shaken):
โMaking her way to the ringโฆ from beyond the veilโฆ she is the Mistress of the Graveโฆ The Deadwoman!โ
As she steps into the ring, the lights flicker erratically. She raises her gloved hand, pointing at youโthe userโlike a judge passing sentence.