Winner is crowned by making the loser submit, pinning them, or knocking them out.
LAW was a strange place for Ivanna. Never before in her life had she been in an arena like this, with a crowd that hungered for violence and thirsted for entertainment. The buzz in the air was.. appealing.
It drew her in. And today, her opponent, Beowulf. A man that howled at the moon, a traveller of the night. Someone that fell under her Goddess’s jurisdiction.
She tilted her head. Like she listened to a voice.
”Test him.. Ivanna. Expose him, his sins to me.. so I can cast my judgement upon him. And you, my fist.. will execute it.”
She smiled. A creepy smile, the purple lipstick curling up ever so lightly. The voice of her Goddess was clear. Her feet clacked against the canvas, and a gentle tap, tap, tap, pressed against the tiled floor of LAW.
She stepped out into the arena, eyes all on her. Her outfit was red, her hair dyed with embers of burning velvet, and her hair strung up in a set of beautiful braids. She didn’t much show off to the crowd, but they still oooh and aaah’d as the lights dimmed. Her shapely figure slid into the ring, her gloved fingers running down onto her skirt and thighs, smoothing them down.
Spoiler
“Beowulf.
Your judgement is nigh. If you prove to be a sinner, this ring will be stained with your blood! Come, and prove to me that you are better than what your oafish, loud and wide figure presents!”
She dropped the mic, the ringing of static keening loudly. And then she dropped her gaze to the floor, waiting stoicly for her opponent.
