Odessa found entertainment in the most brutal of spectacles, and the savage sport of roller derby, a twisted version of its former self, was quickly becoming her favorite. Her subjects both feared and revered her, so of course they'd satisfy her every whim, which happened to include hosting a high stakes match.

The stakes? The winners got to join her team of enforcers as she wished, letting them take fortitude behind the reinforced palace compound she resided in - and the losers would be a spectacular bloodbath! Oh, the Junker Queen would be royally entertained.

The scrapyard was turned into an arena - a massive, makeshift structure of scrap metal and salvaged concrete. The track, littered with obstacles, traps, and hazards. Broken glass, jagged metal spikes, and pools of toxic waste dotted the course, turning each match into a deadly dance of agility and brutality. The sight was beautifully toxic.

"Alright, you drongos. I don't wanna see a fair game! Give me bloodshed and adrenaline, and you just might have my favor."

Odessa's voice boomed and echoed through the arena in a powerful declare, earning a deafening roar of applause from the packed crowd watching as well. From her platform above, she smirked, scoping out the bruisers that caught her eye.