Standard Match Victory by pinfall, submission, or count-out. Standard disqualification rules apply.
Darina had fought all around the world before coming to LAW. Big guns always came after her -- UFC, ONE, Bellator -- but they never managed to pin her down for a contract. It was a lot more fun on the road, floating from promotion to promotion. The only downside was the competition level. Everyone knew Darina was more than a match for even the top fighters at the big shows. When she came to town, all the smaller promotions quickly had to bring out their best to put on a match worth watching with Darina.
Most of the time it worked -- fellow rising stars and venerated favorite daughters made her globetrotting worth it. Sometimes, though, there was an itch she just couldn't scratch. Times like that, she was glad for the existence of underground leagues. People who did it on the street, without a sporting commission or sometimes even a referee in sight? They were fun. Sometimes they fought dirty, often times they fought rough. But they always fought hard, and Darina appreciated that more than anything.
So when Darina heard she'd be helping launch the career of a former underground fighter, suffice it to say she was stoked. When the her theme started to pulse around the arena, Darina was already bouncing from foot to foot. She was ready for this fight, and anyone paying attention could tell. Darina Daybreak
She jogged down the entrance ramp, forgoing her usual parlay with the crowd in her excitement. Red hot blood already pumped through her veins, and all the shadowboxing in the world couldn't get the thrill out of her muscles. Still, tradition was tradition. She hopped onto the ring apron and went arms wide, urging the audience to join her:
"The STARS are gonna SHINE toNIGHT!"
Then she hopped into the ring and turned to the entrance ramp. Darina Daybreak needed to get her eyes on this America.
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Her opponent was every last bit as pumped. Maybe even a little bit more. It was official now: She was really about to get it on in the big leagues. America's Entrance Gear
But even now, it felt like a dream. Starting with her locker room: That she had her own, to start with, with her name written on a plaque that was stuck to the door and all. A wide space that looked more like an office, mostly empty aside from a few belongings, some weights, a heavy bag, and a practice dummy. She still hadn't figured out exactly what she was going to do with it all.
It was a big switch from her underground days, where the space was shared. The air filled with a mixture of sweat, sex, and blood. And with all she really had of her own in one little ass locker that wouldn't have been out of place in a high school.
It was like going from eating ramen noodles every night to dining like a queen at the most popular spot in the rich part of town. Not that she could afford to do that every night, but with Viviana's help, she was able to get a taste and make that comparison. And that's exactly why she was passing her time boxing shadows.
Big leagues, big fights. And they were putting her up against one of the best tonight: Darina Daybreak. Word is, she's a goddamn warrior. But more importantly than that, she was the one standing in her way tonight. Of another meal in one of those five star restaurants. Buying her mom that big, fancy house in the suburban neighborhood where she doesn't have to worry about a thing but what's on TV. Hooking her uncle up with a brand new gym with that top of the line equipment. Starting a franchise.
Tonight was going to be make or break. While she had a lot of "fun" in Foundation Wrestling Society, it was still a job, and America put in way too much work to fail now.
A knock at the door made that last imagined foe go up in smoke. The real one was making her entrance, and before long, it would be time for her to introduce herself to LAW at last. "Yup!"
She pounded her fists together on the way out of the locker room, taking one last look at her name on the door before making her way down the hall. The only way that plaque was going anywhere was if she was being taken out on a stretcher, never to return. She carried that energy all the way through, keeping her nerves inside and projecting confidence in its place.
It was perfect timing: Her
started playing just as she was reaching the curtain. The fanfare she received wasn't as electric as what Darina received, but when she gestured for the people to show her some love, she got her fair share. Like Ms. Daybreak, she too was a double KO: A knockout, and a knockout artist.
"And her opponent, standing at five feet and eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds, fighting out of the Bronx...! Ameeeericaaaaaa!"
She advanced down the ramp with swagger, vibing to the hit that accompanied her.
"♩I'm your idol, your highest title, numero uno!♩" She looked into the camera right in front of her, lifting a single finger to punctuate the statement before pointing it to the star on her tank top in time with the next..."♩Yes, I'm Puerto Rican, and I speak it so that you know! Stomp! Yeah, that's the idea!♩" Then both pointer fingers directed at the woman waiting for her in the ring..."♩Leave that bitch leakin' from ear ta ear!♩" Then to her ears.
With an air of assurance in her ability, she took a side and started clapping hands on the way to the ring, turning the the other when she reached it, removing her jacket and giving it a good toss into the crowd. That wasn't just her playing to them: That jacket was one of a kind. Letting it go like that was a show of commitment. Her determination to make it to the creation of another. Starting a line of merch. Ring Attire
She climbed into the ring, getting an amorous pop when she bent through the ropes. Those shorts fit her like a second skin, and the cameras caught a marvelous view of America's famous ass for the viewers at home. Up onto the second rope when she was inside, and she gestured for more support from the audience. "LAW, WASSUP?"
America was smiling from ear to ear when she got it. Yeah, it wasn't everybody, but it was still the biggest live reaction she's ever received, and it was only up from here. And it starts by punching her way through tonight.
She stepped down from the ropes and towards her opponent, fists pointed outward in that universal sign of respect. Her eyes were trained on Darina's, but she was scanning for any sudden movements through her periphery. It wasn't uncommon for opponents to take that bit about leaving them leaking from ear to ear personally.
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Was there a word for love at first sight when, by "love," Darina meant "I can't wait for us to bash each other's brains out?" Whatever it was, Darina felt it the moment America stepped out onto that ramp. With a sick beat at her back, she marched down towards the ring like she owned the place. For Darina's part, she bounced to the banger filtering through the speakers, mouthing the words and feeling the vibe as much as she could without taking the spotlight from America's entrance. There was enough time to stand her up later, after all. She even took the time to point to her own ears as America did the same.
America, meanwhile, took to LAW like a fish to water. Big crowds and somehow bigger pops, and she looked right at home through all of it. Darina was pretty new herself, and with the display America was putting on, it was no wonder that the audience's intrigue felt divided between the two women. When the two sidled up to one another, that swell of excitement reached a crest all around them. There was only a brief moment to spare, unfortunately, on soaking that in before the focus shifted to the oncoming fight.
"If it's all the same to you..." Darina met America' fist-for-fist in the middle of their standoff then flashed a smirk. "I like the stuff between my ears where it is. But hey. You try to keep your brain-juice, I'll try to keep mine, and we'll see who ends up leaking. Here's hoping Medical's got some earplugs in your size." She kept her fists there, firm and balled, both as a courtesy to give America time to respond and as a sign of real respect for the Puerto Rican. The girl had spunk and, from what Darina had heard, the talent to back it up. This was going to be fun.
Once the prematch pleasantries had subsided, Darina took a few hops towards one side of the ring. In between stretches, the threw a finger into the air to acknowledge the hollering crowd. Then she turned back to America. Once the bell rang, Darina clapped her gloves together with a nod, then stuck out the second courtesy of a real fighter -- one loosened fist, raised into the air. Her guard was always up when offering respect like this, and she'd be ready to withdraw at the moment it was necessary. Whether accepted or declined, Darina would soon fall into her Muay Thai stance, bouncing back and forth as she circled and closed in on America.
