I stood in place, eagerly waiting for the announcer to bring her up. Here am I, having my debut fight in the league even faster than I had expected. The challenge, a submission match, which means I won't be able to leave my opponent out-cold, but alas. Speaking of my opponent, her name is Marzia, fancy, and even if i've never heard of her, her fighting style, or anything, i'm happy to be in this place, about to measure myself up against someone who has had her share of experience in this sport.
I hear her presentation, her music, I sneak a look at my rival, she's a cutie! Not a handsome man, but she's still better than what i had in mind.
So now it's my turn to join in, they put my music entrance, it feels a little dark, not sure what to think of the image they are trying to give me, I quickly make my move onto the runway, making sure to greet the spectators, some may even be here for me, because of my Keijo player time, they cheer and stare on to my body as I go to the ring, keep staring at your eyes content, adoring fans!.
I finally make my way to the inside of the ring, there she is. My first rival, I bow as courtesy, and then i look her in the eye, with my gleeful smile (wonder why she looked impressed, as if she saw a person trying to intimidate her).
"Thank you for being my first rival, Marzia-san, please, don't hold back, I surely won't"