Every campaign was unique in its own right. No matter the battlefield, no matter the match or opponent, every march to the ring always held something different. But this one, this campaign already has her blood pumping. The muffled roar of the crowd, the larger locker room, and the mystery of her opponent was already making her heart pound in excitement. Her PPV in LAW, the gimmick it held and the mystery of her match and her opponent made her stone face crack into a grin.
Usually, Reina would look up who she was scheduled to fight, hoping to learn their style, and especially see if they were worth her time, and respect. If was useless to predict who'd she go up against, there were hundreds of wrestlers in the roster, many of which she's never met, and plenty of which she sees no reason to care for. But even so, as she wrapped the tape around her wrists, the conqueror knew one thing above all else: No matter what awaited her, she would conquer any challenge all the same.
And with the knock at the door from the stage hand, Reina made her way to the ring to see who would be her conquest of the night. As with the sound of the bell, and sudden darkness of the arena, the audience quickly realized just who was coming out from the curtains.
"AND HER OPPONENT, WEIGHING IN AT 168 POUNDS, AND STANDING AT 5'8" TALL! REINA, THE CONQUEROR, IZARAAAAAA!!!"
As her throne rose up from the floor, Reina's eyes were closed as the almost oppressive sound of good and cheers flooded the arena, cascading around her as soaked in the thunderous noise. Almost reveling in the sound around her before finally opening her stone faced gaze as one look at her opponent instantly lit a flame of annoyance in Reina's chest. Of all her wrestlers, of all the potential people she could've fought, it has to be this so-called goddess who in her mind, won by a fluke! Clicking her tongue as her head rested in her hand, Reina took on a deep breath, and calmed her fury.
'fine.' she thought
, 'fine, I suppose it will be beneficial to finally show just how much of a fluke her "victory" was.' Uncrossing her legs as she stood from her throne, Reina's golden eyes were glued to the French woman while she marched to the ring. Ready to conquer to this annoying little cat as soon as the bell ring.
"With both opponents now standing in the ring, it is time to reveal the match of the evening." The announcer called as she opened the envelope in her hands. "
This match shall be a 2 out of 3 falls match! And the opponents may win by pinfall, submission, or knock out!"