The LAW arena was alive with deafening cheers as Avery Merritt stood in the ring, bathed in the glow of stage lights. Whatever her trajectory had been in LAW so far—wins, a touch less than wins, and everything in between—the audience’s reaction tonight left no doubt that they worshipped her mere presence. She stood in the center of it all, letting the adoration roll over her like a tidal wave.
She wore a one-piece outfit so daring it bordered on scandalous, and she relished every second of the attention it commanded. The fabric was a deep, shimmering blue and silver, designed to catch the light with every movement. Its neckline plunged almost to her navel, barely containing her ample chest, while peepholes along her taut, toned abs teased her strength and elegance. The back was cut so high it revealed the full curve of her hips, blending power and sensuality with precision. Her long legs seemed to stretch forever, accentuated by towering heels that clicked authoritatively against the mat. She looked flawless, and she knew it. The crowd knew it.
Avery
Her success in LAW had been a start, a tantalizing taste of the money, prestige, and adulation she craved. But Avery wasn’t satisfied with merely being a part of the LAW roster. She didn’t come here to blend into the pack. She came to dominate, to rise above, to make this place her domain. She wanted it all, and she had a plan to get it. If she wanted to elevate herself to the highest echelon of LAW, she needed to challenge someone who symbolized its peaks. Someone the fans adored. A darling, someone with influence and fandom she could take for herself. Sure, it might earn her some boos, but she knew better than anyone that people would pay to see the woman for whom they had a lustful hate.
Avery finally lifted the mic to her lips, her voice cutting through the noise. “I know that sound.” Her voice was like silk, smooth and commanding, cutting through the lingering murmurs. “That, my darlings, is the sound of recognition. The sound of respect. The sound of knowing that you are in the presence of greatness.”
The crowd roared in approval, and Avery’s smile widened. She began to saunter around the ring, her hips swaying with every step. At one corner, she leaned against the ropes, bending just enough to highlight her chest as she cast a smoldering glance toward the camera.
“You see, since the moment I arrived in LAW, I've changed each and every one of you. Oh, you might not have noticed it, but your priorities? They're different." She paused, letting the word hang in the air, her lips curling into a sly smile. "You're more excited those days you're awaiting a LAW show. You're looking at your phone more often, visiting that same, addicting link over, and over, and over again."
She pulled out her phone, holding it up so the cameras could capture the screen. The arena’s massive displays lit up with her accounts: followers up by nearly three hundred percent, likes flooding her posts, and comments numbering in the thousands. "Your girlfriends, your boyfriends, your spouses, they look over their shoulders. They scowl."
She paused, pacing to the center of the ring and propping a leg on the middle rope, her long thigh on full display, and let the implication settle in the air. The crowd grew noisy again before her voice once more cut through with graceful authority. "I’ve made you all… obsessed.”
Avery’s free hand idly traced a languid path along her own curves, the teasing gesture drawing attention to the graceful lines of her hips and the proud swell of her chest. Her finger skimmed over the high cut of her attire, accentuating the effortless confidence that radiated from every inch of her as she paused for dramatic effect, her smirk deepening with each second of the crowd’s captivated silence.
“And why wouldn’t you be? Look at me.”
The crowd erupted again, but Avery wasn’t finished. She tilted her head, her smile returning, softer this time.
“But... but." She raised a finger, and like devoted cultists, they again quieted. "Is it enough? Is it enough to be big enough for LAW? Or should LAW become something bigger to accommodate someone like me?” She straightened, her expression growing serious. “Because that’s what I am. I’m not here to follow. I am here to lead and to exceed all you've known. To shatter expectations. To set a new standard for what LAW can be.”
Avery tilted her head slightly, her sharp gaze lifting toward the arena lights as if plucking her next thought from the air itself. “What do I mean? Let me... give you an example. Purely for demonstration purposes, of course.”
She let the moment hang, the crowd buzzing with curiosity. Then she dropped the name, her tone light but deliberate. “Take Ducky Williams.”
The reaction was immediate. Cheers and applause filled the arena as fans showed their love for one of LAW’s most beloved stars. Avery let the noise wash over her, her expression remaining calm, though a flicker of amusement played at the corner of her mouth.
“Ducky is… impressive. I’ll give her that,” Avery said, her voice dripping with mock admiration. “The people's champion if nothing else. Huge following. Thick thighs, big chest. Winning personality. The whole package, wouldn't you say?” The crowd cried their agreement, but Avery glanced at the camera, her smile turning sly. “But let’s be honest with each other, darlings. She's spent years in LAW, yet she’s only trying to be everything I already am. And she falls short.”
The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, a few boos trickling in among the cheers. Avery didn’t flinch. If anything, she seemed to thrive on the mixed reaction.
“Let’s present the facts, shall we?” she said, stepping toward the ropes and leaning forward, her chest pressing against them as she stared into the camera. "Ducky represents the current ceiling of LAW popularity. And while that’s admirable, I don’t do ceilings."
"Looks? Please," Avery began, letting out a soft, amused scoff as she shifted her weight to one hip, her hand tracing a line along the curve of her thigh. "A woman like Ducky’s cute, I’ll give her that. But there’s a big difference between ‘cute’ and breathtaking." She paused, turning slightly to let the cameras catch the elegant arch of her back and the flawless lines of her one-piece attire. "She’s a sweet, wholesome smile. I’m a work of art. Where she’s all sunshine, I’m the diamond, cut, polished, and dazzling under the spotlight."
Avery’s lips curled into a smirk, her piercing gaze meeting the crowd. "She’s got curves, sure. But I’ve got sculpture. Her followers cheer for what they wish she could be for them. Mine worship what I already am." She flicked a strand of blonde hair over her shoulder with effortless grace. "Ducky’s a spark. I’m the wildfire."
She leaned against the ropes again, this time arching her back slightly, her body a study in confidence and control, and her cool gaze sought a camera and beckoned it closer, as if she planned to have an intimate conversation with it.
“Remember, sweet Ducky is the figurative example. Everything she has accomplished, I can surpass. Everything she represents, I am, and more. LAW deserves a queen. And—"
Music and the crowd's raucous reaction drowned out her words, and Avery appreciated the shifting lights that hid her smirk.
