I like to think that the Manticore ring persona was all Freyja's idea, and she had to pitch the idea hard to Lucia before Lucia would adopt it. Lucia was an ordinary wrestler before, just three to prop up the talent and viewing it as just a job, when Freyja shows up one day carrying what looked to Lucia like a pile of pleather scraps.
"What's that?" Lucia asks.
Freyja beams a big horsey grin. "It's for you."
Lucia stares at the pile in Freyja's arms before realizing what it is. "Oh HELL no!"
"No, really! I saw this somewhere and I knew this would make a perfect suit for you to wear during matches."
"Where did you see it?"
"Oh, you know, a kind of...it was at a store called 'Temptations.'"
"Get it away from me."
"Nonono. It's was some kind of dominatrix gear, and its tough and won't tear, see?" Freyja pulls the suit a couple times experimentally. "It's made for rough stuff. Here, just try it on and then you can decide if you like it or not."
Lucia sighs and rolls her eyes. She takes the suit, leaves and comes back wearing it, displaying every inch of her arms, thighs, and cleavage. Freyja ponders Lucia standing half-naked, Lucia tapping her toe and her arms filed in front of her to retain a lie modesty."
"It's awesome!" Freyja exclaims.
"It looks stupid."
"No, it looks great! You look like you're ready to kick some ass."
"Yeah, you could say that. Freyja, this clearly was made for a...less fully-figured woman. The suit stretches out in front of me and makes me look weirdly fat."
"Don't worry. I got a belt I used to wear when I was like fifteen or so. It should fit you, and it will make the suit condom to your figure better. I also got some matching armbands too. Oh, this is going to be so cool!"
"Freyja, this suit barely covers anything. The first bodyslam I take, I'll pop right out."
"We have adhesive for that."
"Frey...I don't want to be seen in this thing."
"Well, lucky for you, because the suit came with a mask. No one has to know it is you if you don't want them to. Here, lemme put it on."
Freyja very helpfully straps the mask around Lucia's head, then steps back to get a better look. Freyja starts giggling. "You have no idea how scary you look. Can't wait to see it in action. Now, here me out, okay? You're going to be a heel. Your thing is that you like to like to hurt people, like, a lot. You get off on it, you like it so much. Your shtick is that when you're talking, people can't tell if you threatening them or hitting on them, and the answer to that would be 'Yes.'"
"...I don't think so, Freyja."
"You could do stuff do lots of weird submission holds. You do lots of dirty moves because it hurts the other guy so much. You could do stuff like ignore the ref when he tells you to break a hold or or continue beating someone up after the match is over. You could do matches with special stips to let you do whatever you want. You could even do your shtick with the audience and rough up a plant or two, because you don't care who you hurt to get your fix. People will love it and hate you and will love to see you get your comeuppance. It will be fun!"
Lucia sighs again. She goes to look herself over in a mirror. She hates it at first, but she strikes a couple poses, flexes a bit, and then she acquiesces. "Okay, I try a couple matches. We'll see how that goes."
"Awesome! You know, that suit actually makes your tits look huge, even bigger than usual."
"Yes, and I doubt they'll let me wear it because of it."
"It's wrestling: nobody is going to care. Oh! I just got an evil idea. Why don't you use them?"
"Your tits. Like, sometimes, you stuff your opponent's face into your cleavage and holds them them there to soften 'em up or even knock 'em out."
"For Christ's sake, Freyja..."
"It would be the perfect signature move!"
"It'll be funny! The audience will eat it up!"
"Freyja, I'm not going to do that. I. Won't. Do it."
In the Manticore's debut match, Lucia does it.