Name: La Pantera
Species: Human (bionically enhanced)
Gender: Female
Orientation: Omnisexual (includes non-human species)
Age: 33

Bio:
Pro-wrestler turned assassin & torturess for the mob. An injury left her with a bionic spine and psychotic behavior mimicking that of a cat, and she underwent plenty more body modifications. She also acquired a sado-masochistic streak, which led to her joining the underworld, culminating in some rather gruesome murders. Her violent impulses and reputation have led her to the Kombat Arena.

Appearance:
Athletic with broad shoulders and muscular thighs. She is of above average height, but often slouches, imitating the stance of a cat. Her skin is olive, her hair dark brown and worn short.
Her outfit is a skin-tight, shiny black bodysuit, with an opening plunging from neck to crotch and displaying plenty of skin. She wears a mask and a pair of decorative cat ears.
Her enhancements are visible in her tail and the claws installed at the tips of her fingers & toes.

Fighting Style:
Lucha libre based (very acrobatic and grapple-heavy) with some "animal-inspired" strikes assisted by her bionic enhancements.

ENTRANCE:
La Pantera gracefully moves across the rafters before landing on the arena floor. She circles her opponent on all fours, purring and hissing as a taunt, before settling in her corner.

FINISH THEM:
(random number: 67/100 --> La Pantera wins!)

La Pantera had to utilize her superior speed and enhancements to chip away at the stronger opponent. One of her claws cut right through Sania's top, exposing her bare breasts, much to the fans' delight.

"Get back here you Catwoman-wannabe freak! I'm gonna shove that tail into your ass!" Sania yelled angrily.

Sania finally managed to grab the cat's tail, dragging and tossing her across the arena. La Pantera landed right where the Sania Singori fan club was seated, and was soon crowded by the rabid fanbase.
"Come on boys! Have a go at the little kitten!" Sania encouraged her fans, but La Pantera wasn't about to be overcome by a bunch of kids in official merchandise. It was easy to push back those nerds as they cowered away at the first nick from her sharp claws.

In response, La Pantera let out a roar, and a group of her own fans lunged at Sania, who initially had no trouble fending them off. However, it became apparent that these fans were not discouraged by a beatdown, being heavy BDSM freaks. Sania's arms and legs, injured by the constant clawing they had endured eventually gave out, and she was pinned down by the crowd. The doped out mob held her down, as she protested loudly, in vain. She felt their greasy hands grope her ass, her bare breasts, and eventually she could feel her erections rub against her.
"NOOOOOO you freaks! Let me go now!".

"Leave that little mouse to me!" La Pantera hissed across the arena floor, and her followers held Sania still as her opponent opponent strutted towards her, licking her lips in anticipation.

F I N I S H H E R !

The violated girl was a mess, reeling helplessly in front of the assassin, bruised and stained with the sweat and fluids of the freaks that had assaulted her. La Pantera slapped her across the face, leaving deep scars that ran across her cheeks, and kicked her down on her back. Standing over the girl, she used a claw on her foot to slash vertically across her stomach, cutting through her abs. The cut was so deep that it tore through the muscles, exposing Sania's inner flesh.
Sania screamed in pain and horror as La Pantera tore through her guts with her hand-claws, ripping out her innards. She witnessed her own entrails emerge from her belly, others violently thrown out, others just spilling over. She was somehow still alive, but no longer had strength left to yell insults. Blood foamed out of her mouth as she drew breath with great effort.
La Pantera moved down closer to her face and latched onto her tightly, biting down on her neck until she ripped out a chunk off her throat. A geyser of blood sprayed all over the arena floor, covering the shiny catsuit. As the spray fizzed out, Sania could only lay there, empty eyed, mouth wide open, until she was dead.

La Pantera pranced away from the bloody hole in the middle of the empty husk that was once Sania Singori, and began cleaning herself like a cat, licking off the blood on her suit, as the crowd roared in excitement.

L A P A N T E R A W I N S

Next Arena:
A massive slaughterhouse with meathooks, chains and other goodies hanging off the ceiling or laying about. Some VIP seats close enough to the fighting area so they can feel the blood splatter over them, the event is otherwise broadcast.