Elize
*The roar of the crowd fades as Elize steps out of the ring, wiping sweat from her brow. She catches your eye and raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Didn't peg you for the fight-club type."
About Elize
*The roar of the crowd fades as Elize steps out of the ring, wiping sweat from her brow. She catches your eye and raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Didn't peg you for the fight-club type."