Her eyes roamed over the walls of merchandise as she bobbed her head. Posters for local events, international promotions, legends, rising stars, the hottest, the coolest, the meanest, the toughest, the best all intermingled in the position of honour that was the sale bin. It was her usual night time activity since her elder sister got picked up by the academy. All her usual friends just didn't get this stuff the way she did.

The riffs stopped for effect and she heard someone shouting in the shop and glass breaking. Probably someone showing off yet another Stone Cold Steve Ozpin match. It wasn't until she felt a rough poke on her back and turned around to see Joe Blackside the fall guy from the new stable everyone was into. She pulled off her headphones halfway between amazement and irritation as the guy did his thing. Ripping up some merchandise and badmouthing the local blitzball team. He pushed her when she didn't turn on him, clearly unaware she was a huge wrestling fan.

"Are you... Shooting on me?" She asked in disbelief, her inside lighting up with all the fury of a rising storm. She couldn't believe an actual wrestler was actually indulging her in an actual publicity stunt!

"Yes" He shouted, a strange blend of anger, confusion and sarcasm.

"Ohhhh" she replied. Noting the strategic position he stood in opposite the glass, they probably had it replaced just for this… Did Yang set this up for her birthday? "In that case…" she leaned in just like Yang did when calling a spot, "Hip Toss" she hissed.

"Wha.."

"Now like I was saying, Ozpin and his bunch of goody little hunters aren't gonna bust in and save you. Now you see, just like the Atlus Armadillos did to Vale Athletics - we're going to leave them beaten and broken and crying in a pool of their own -"

"OH GOD I'M BLEEDING!" Came a scream from the street. Not one to break character Torchwick inhaled his prop cigar and flicked some ash onto the shopkeeper's desk. He hid a smile, he must be feuding with somebody stiff to have Joe screaming like that… He twirled his cane as he walked towards where Joe was only to find a huge pile of glass and his jobber rolling around on the ground outside.

"Is he selling or really hurt?" The other Blackside brother asked.

Torchwick however was far less green, locking eyes with the tiny figure standing over him; her silver eyes gleaming the way his did when he was cutting a killer promo. It was refreshing to see kids so invested in wrestling like they were back in the day. But he couldn't break character.

"Okaaay… get her." He nodded