"Thirty seconds, Miss White!"
Lucy pried her eyes away from the mirror, where she studied her hands as they wound their way through her hair to get it tied into place, long enough to glance at the man who stepped to the edge of the dressing room.
"Okay! I'll be ready!", she assured, before she turned back to finish with the delicate work and give the rest of her one long glance, pulling at the side of her top here and adjusting angle of her bottoms there. She thought she looked cute, and when she was going to be in front of so many people, there was no excuse for not
trying to look cute...
So...
so...many
people. Their cries reached Lucy's ears, and she glanced towards the arena proper with a touch of the butterflies.
No, all would be fine. She had told herself many times, once she had agreed to her contract, that if anything got in her way, it would not be nerves. Confidence would be her greatest ally now that she was here. Resolved, the White heir gave herself a fierce scowl into the mirror. She was ready and as fearsome as anyone here!
Lucy would be ready for the crowd, too. Her countenance shifted from fiesty to all smiles before she emerged, bathed in the arena lights, hands held high in the air...
...and hers was a very uncertain reception. Cheers, yes, but people who didn't sound like they knew what they were cheering for. But Lucy wouldn't let her enthusiasm wane, and she started down the ramp, grinning and slapping any hands that were offered to her. She knew that management wanted her lineage to be some big secret to be revealed once she won a couple of matches...so they had limited the hype they had created around her debut. That was all fine with Lucy, since she didn't want to be completely defined by being the daughter of Sherry White, and once she got those wins, they would cheer for her, anyway!
She continued to give her attention to the crowd once she got to the ring and hopped inside, blowing them a litany of kisses. Rather than be nervous...the presence of so many people excited her more, instead, and Lucy felt like she could take on the world.
Right up until she turned and looked at Kyoko Akan for the first time, and reality set in; she had to beat this woman. One with a belt around her waist, that she had defended. Lucy considered her in silence a moment. A little taller, the same as...most everyone in her weight class save for a few. Toned. Pretty. And another one that would look like a wrestler when someone passed her on the street.
If Lucy looked at her for too long, she would lose before either of them had thrown the first punch. Instead, Lucy flashed her a thin smile.
"Hey! Let's have a good match, alright?"