Himiko was sitting in the locker room and thinking about her qualification match. Or better said her opponent there. The blond didn't know why she was so nice to her opponent that time or why Himiko even cared what her opponent was saying to her. Maybe Himiko thought so much about this was because she wasn't entirely wrong. Perhaps she didn't go so hard on her because of she of her past.
"Ahhh...Fuck that. There is no point in thinking about that now. I will just deal with that later. First I have to win a match."
Then Himiko would slap with her flat hands on her cheeks to concentrate again on what was in front of her. She stood up from the bench and looked at her outfit to check if everything was currently in place.
"Yeah, I think that will work. Then I think it is time to defeat my opponent. Hopefully, she can put up a better fight then Lyra. Maybe when this is all over I could call her. Hehe."
Himiko would look behind the curtain and see the crowd who was just waiting for the two ladies to make their entrances and beat the crap out of each other. Then a few seconds later mist was coming and covered a bit the entrance. It didn't take long until her theme started to play and the blond began to walk towards the ramp. Everyone started to cheer as Himiko showed up. Some people put out their hands for a high five. Since Himiko was not in the worst mood she made a few high fives with them.
As she arrived on the ring she climbed up and walked around in the ring for a bit.
"Now from the cold north of Sweden with a height of 4'11feet and a weight of 105 LBS. Please welcome our fighter for the quarterfinals and challenger for the lightweight belt Himiko."
After that Himiko got into her corner and set on top of the turnbuckle. She didn't have any kind of information regarding her next opponent but she was still fired up for the match. If she made it through the qualification round it meant that she was definitely capable of putting up a decent fight with the blond.
"Now come on. Show yourself miss and let me beat you up properly."
She would whisper and lick her lips out of excitement for her opponent.