Raya Ashberry vs Lovestar

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Standard match
Victory by KO, submission, pinfall, count out, or disqualification

Spoiler

Raya sat backstage, waiting for the moment she’d enter the ring. She was curious about her opponent this time, the name “Lovestar” suggested something to do with love obviously. Regardless, she didn’t care that much, she only needed to do her job and get a much needed victory, if she couldn’t even get one here then what hope did she have at staying in law? In a sense, this was a do or die match, to determine whether she really was fit to continue. After all, losing wasn’t something she enjoyed, and it damn well wasn’t what she planned the result of tonight to be.

When the time came, she walked out into the arena, making her way calmly into the ring. It was only as she walked up the steps that she realized that this calm had been odd for her, for the first time she didn’t feel the weight of nerves tearing her apart. Was this the result of experience or finally having the taste of victory under her belt? It didn’t matter, regardless she could use this to give herself momentum.

Raya entered the ring and stood there, ignoring the crowd, ignoring the announcers calling her name, fixated on nothing but the match as she waited for her opponent to make her entrance.

[Weonna]

The arena lights dimmed just slightly…then—


A vibrant salsa trap beat hit the speakers!

Lovestar New Theme Music

The stage exploded into pink and neon lights, hearts pulsing across the titantron as the name LOVESTAR flashed in glittering script. The crowd shifted from curiosity to full-on energy in seconds.

And then—she appeared.

Lovestar stepped out with a confident sway of her hips, her masked face tilted with a knowing smile. She didn’t rush. She glided, owning every inch of that stage like it was hers.

Her fingers danced in the air to the rhythm, teasing, playful, every movement matching the beat. She spun once, letting the lights catch her before pointing out to the crowd—

“¿Me extrañaron, mi gente?~”



The crowd popped, cheers rising louder as she laughed softly and began her walk down the ramp. Hearts pulsed around her, matching the aesthetic from her gear—pink, radiant, almost glowing under the lights.

Lovestar blew a kiss to the fans on one side…then the other—

“Muah~ para ustedes… porque yo sé que vinieron a verme, verdad?”

She winked.

Halfway down the ramp, her eyes finally locked onto the ring…onto Raya.

Her expression didn’t harden—no. It softened, almost amused.

“Ahhh… so tú eres mi oponente tonight…”

She placed a hand over her heart dramatically.

“Qué linda… pero tan seria, mami.”

Lovestar stepped up onto the apron with effortless grace, wiping her boots before slipping through the ropes. Once inside, she walked a slow circle around Raya, not threatening—just studying.

Then she stopped in front of her.

She tilted her head.

Smiled.

And gently blew a kiss straight at Raya.

“Muah~”

Her voice dropped just enough to feel personal.

“Don’t worry, okay? I’ll go easy on you… maybe~”

A playful shrug followed.

“Pero si no puedes keep up… no es mi culpa, corazón.”

Lovestar backed into her corner, still smiling, still dancing slightly to the fading beat of her music—eyes never leaving Raya, like she’d already decided this was going to be fun.