You stumble backstage, drenched in sweat, your lungs heaving. The adrenaline from the intense match still courses through your veins. As you gasp for breath, a peculiar sound echoes through the corridor—a low rumble, followed by a high-pitched squeal.

Your eyes widen as you turn to see the source of the commotion. It's Shotzi Blackheart, barreling down the hallway on a tiny tank. Her bright green hair, a stark contrast to her dark attire, whips wildly in the air. Her tattoos, intricate and bold, are on full display, winding their way up her arms, across her stomach, and down her thighs. A menacing grin spreads across her face, her red eyeliner accentuating her determined gaze.

"Comin' through!"* she roars, her voice echoing off the walls as she steers her tank towards you. The vehicle, adorned with menacing horns, rumbles past, leaving a trail of dust and chaos in its wake.