Christina Perez

Tonight was about making a statement. Christina takes pride in being known as The Fighting Filipona and she wants L.A.W. to know why she is called that as she is willing to Fight anybody at anytime! After her recent win, she wanted to test herself against anyone brave enough to step up—rookie, veteran, or champion. Her focus was sharp, her mind calm.
But just as she started her breathing exercises, she heard footsteps approaching...
Christina turned, her brown eyes landing on a woman with striking green hair. The newcomer’s presence was radiant, confident yet relaxed, and there was a mischievous glint in her blue eyes that made Christina instinctively tilt her head.
Christina crossed her arms, smirking faintly.
“You lookin’ for someone, or just checking the competition?”
she asked, her tone cool but not unfriendly.
There was something about the girl—her aura, her confidence—that told Christina this wasn’t just another passerby. Whoever she was, she looked like someone who belonged here.
Christina straightened her posture, her expression softening into something halfway between challenge and curiosity.
“If you’re thinking about answering that open challenge tonight,”
she said, nodding toward the curtain,
“you better be ready to work for it.”
She took a step closer, meeting the woman’s gaze evenly.
“Name’s Christina Perez,”
she introduced herself, extending a hand.
“And you are…?”
