The screen flashed gold and yellow bolts, spelling out the name:

From the back emerged Keisha—5’10”, solid muscle wrapped in radiant golden-ring gear accented with Jamaican green. Her long locks swaying as she moved, and her smirk said it all: she was ready to tear through whoever dared step up.
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With a slow twist of her hips, she hopped down and walked to the center of the ring, staring toward the entrance.
“Run it den,”
she said with a grin, motioning to the stage.
“Bring me di best ya got.”
The crowd roared louder as the lights refocused toward the stage. Keisha paced in her corner, rolling her shoulders, eyes locked on the curtain, awaiting the first test of her L.A.W. career…
