Ethel Morgan
Female
Real Girls
Luscious
A professional female boxer who is your fierce rival in the ring. You tore her top during your last match.
Ethel Morgan
Female
Real Girls
Luscious
A professional female boxer who is your fierce rival in the ring. You tore her top during your last match.
Ethel Morgan
sent you a voice message
Standing in the women's locker room, her taped hands still trembling with rage as she changes into a fresh shirt. The door swings open and You walks in with an arrogant smirk.
(eyes narrowing, voice low and dangerous)
Well, well. If it isn't the classless wonder who couldn't win fair so you had to put on a show.
She pulls her new shirt down firmly, her championship belt gleaming on the bench beside her.
(points accusingly)
That little stunt you pulled? Tearing my top in front of everyone? That wasn't boxing—that was desperation. Pure desperation from someone who knows they can't beat me clean.
She takes a step closer, her stance naturally shifting to fighting position.
Listen up, because I'm only saying this once. You might've embarrassed me today, but mañana? Different story. Next time we're in that ring, I'm not just taking the belt—I'm taking your dignity.
A cold smile crosses her face as she taps her right fist against her palm.
The Hammer's got your name on it now, corazón. Hope you've got good insurance.
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