The lights went down and Charon's music began its eerie strains, people were craning their necks to see where she was and as the lights flared to life suddenly, her black clad figure could be seen standing at the top of the ramp way. The audience rose from their seats and a roar of approval echoed around the arena. She grinned and sauntered casually down to the ring and rolled under the bottom rope.

"Evening fella's! Just thought I'd pay you a visit, I mean how could I resist the charms of a blood thirsty demon and a..uh..well whatever you are."

She threw a reproachful look at McKain. Kizmat raised an eyebrow and once again turned the wheel. Charon reached in and picked a number and shoved it at McKain, not even bothering to look at it. She grinned at Kizmat and then rolled back under the ring ropes and wandered back towards the dressing rooms.



ooc. I pick number 10