Raya sat on a bench backstage, her hands behind her head as she relaxed. She wasn’t sure who her next opponent should be, but had recently started putting more effort into her training regimen after a series of humiliating losses. Surely today would be the perfect time to redeem herself in the eyes of law, although she had told herself that plenty of times and they all ended up the same, with her defeated and begging her opponents to spare her. This time, she vowed most importantly of all to have her dignity remain intact, even if she lost she would not degrade herself as she had done time and time again.
More importantly though, her time at law had quickly come to a screeching halt. The times of her believing she would rocket up through the ranks had long since passed, she was no longer under any illusions, Raya knew her rise would not be meteoric, but slow and methodic. Her newfound discipline in training had been part of her new plan, and it would start with her crushing whoever tonight’s opponent was.
Of course, she did not feel the pressure she did during her first few matches, a loss here would be no big deal as she would be in the same place she was right now: Rock bottom. A part of her thought that this lack of healthy fear might lead to an apathetic state of mind which might backfire on her, but she quickly brushed it away.
When the time came, Raya made her way into the arena and walked to the ring with an air of composure. She had once before broken her refusal to interact with the fans by taunting them and celebrating cockily in the middle of a match, but it had cost her greatly and so in the aftermath she’d vowed to never again make such an embarassing mistake, and so she made sure to ignore everything around her and remain laser focused on the ring, and when she finally entered, she’d lay back lazily on the ropes, waiting for whoever her opponent was to show up so they could get things started.
