Say What? - Chelsea Forster [D] vs. Eirlys Blodwen

[CaptainL]

After her first time making an appearance in the LAW ring had only led to confusion and chaos, the stage had been set for the next phase of Chelsea's debut - to take on an opponent in her first LAW match. She had heard the news that she would be featured on the next show, and all the while, she had been training for her big debut, eager to make a good first impression - not that the idiots in the crowd would pay any heed to her, of course, but she wasn't doing this for them; she was doing it for herself. This was a big moment in her life, a stage where more eyes would be on her than ever before in her career. It almost made up for her being stuck in such a shithole country in order to make that turning point a reality. Almost.

What Chelsea didn't know, though, was who she was set to match up against in her first bout. The uncertainty had hung over her as she prepared for the match, to a degree - though she was sure that whoever it was she'd be fighting didn't stand a chance against her. She had no reason to fear, so it hadn't had much time to bother her! Whatever the case might have been, she was ready for this.

"And coming first to the ring, from Liverpool, England! Making her LAW debut, at 5'6 and weighing 116 lbs., CHELSEAAAAAA FORSTER!"

Chelsea Forster

Molly Forster

Entrance Music

Chelsea appeared on the entrance ramp with a wide grin on her face, a bounce in her step as she proceeded down towards the ring, holding up her fists and prepared to strike. Her sister and manager, Molly, was close behind her, and kept a decidedly more positive outlook, turning to face the crowds and meet them with waves and cheers out towards the stands. When Chelsea got to the ring, she rolled in under the ropes, getting back up to say a few words before the match got underway, while Molly remained at ringside.

"So...'sabout time, innit? I'm right made up ta be here tonight. Even if I have ta put up with all ye beauts, I wouldn't swerve 'de opportunity, believe it or not. Oh, yes! I don't care what yous gotta blether about, but I wouldn't want ta be in any other place but 'de auld gote I'm standin' in right now, like! And ye wanna know why, like?"

Despite Chelsea's question, nobody bothered to answer - probably because she had voiced it entirely in English, and in her particular dialect no less. Everyone just met her with blank stares; the quiet was practically enough to hear crickets chirping. Molly began to open her mouth to translate, but Chelsea butted in before she could get that off.

"'Cuz I get ta beat some nattersome bird's face in, ya buncha wankers! 'sthat so hard to get, like? Now, go 'ead! Who's it gon' be?"

Molly cleared her throat, turning to the crowds, who were already beginning to express their bewilderment. "What my sister means," she said, in fluent Japanese, "is that...she's excited to be here, but she wants to know who it is she's going to face for her first match..."