Marianne was suddenly in an arena. She didn't quite remember anything from earlier; it was like her brain was never writing anything down. Not that it wrote things down in the first place. She mustered all of her mental strength and remembered earlier.

Marianne was falling. It wasn't quite pleasant. The landscape was quite hellish. Probably because they were in hell. She fell onto a net, and was turned into a Marianne-sandwich when they all were smooshed into the large net bag.

Then she fell onto a carpet. She didn't move. She was too confused to move. The blackened skies turned into something rather normal. Not too interesting, by Marianne's standards. People were yelling and arguing between themselves. Marianne was kind of just drifting off at this moment.

The arenas came and formed. That's when Marianne decided to stand up. She was put into some sort of square-ring. She saw to the right of her was some sort of mini-rapier. Marianne simply ignored this. She looked forwards and saw a man sleeping in the other corner. She searched what little she knew and remembered something very important. The entire situation reminded her of WWE. Her confused look turned into a grin when she began to run at the sleeping man. Once she was close to him, her mouth opened. [color=f7976a]"BODY SLAM!"[/color] She yelled out, leaping into the air, her body starting to fall directly above the sleeping man.