"Whoooo. Arrrre. Yoooou?"
"I hardly know. I've lost myself."
"Never Le Nkemise, never le nkemise." As the words repeat over and over the tempo of the music increases into a more lively dubstep March Hare enters onto the stage dressed rather differently.

Before the ring announcer could declare her presents (as if the music wasn't enough) Hare held up her hand which held a handkerchief then raised the other holding the mic towards her mouth.
"Señoras y señores." She sniffled dapping her lone visible eye with the handkerchief, "I am very sorry everyone I am in such deep mourning tonight, I've been a mess all week."
As she spoke she slowly descended the ramp. "As you know some months ago I feuded with Sarah Skye, some of you have yet to forgive me for what happened during that night with the tables match but you musts believe me that despite what happened I did like Sarah, she was...my amiga in a way."
She sniffled and dabbed at her eyes. "And now because of Salem and that monstruo, she's dead!"
From the crowd various people shouted at random,
"She's not dead!""Dammit will you just let me be dramatic!" She snapped at the crowd losing her grieving appearance to anger before melting back into a look of distraught and weeping into the handkerchief even going as far as to lift her patch a little to wipe the tears from the other eye.
Approaching the apron she climbed up via the stairs a thing no one had ever seen her do before. "But for you LWL I will put my grief aside for mi amiga and entertaining you by embarrassing this sadist in revenge for Hattie." She gave a honking blow of her nose before tossing the soiled cloth aside and entering the ring ready to face Snypa.