"The following is a Last Woman Standing: No disqualifications or count outs applied, the winner will be determined when one competitor is rendered unable to stand by the count of ten! The winner will become or remain the LAW! Heavyweight! Champion!"
Tonight was the night. The night that Zira corrected a problem that had long since occurred years ago when she lost her opportunity to fight for a heavyweight title that was still rightfully hers.. But now she had the chance to win a heavyweight title of a sport and promotion that truly spoke to her heart. The LAW Heavyweight Title, all she had to do was beat Alaina Sanders-Haines for the title. A woman not unlike herself. A mother, a fighter, and a damn good one at that. What remained the biggest difference between them though was blood lust. Alaina was a fighter yes, but she was a veteran one, while she didn't shy away from battles and quite enjoyed them, she didn't relish them like Zira did, she wasn't the same breed of fighting maniac that Zira was.. and she'd prove it tonight.
"Introducing first, from Austin Texas with an undefeated LAW record of 5 to 0, weighing in at 196 pounds and standing at 6'2... The Crimson Moon... Ziraaaa Cabaaaaleroooooooo!!!"
Music beginning to play after her name was called Zira would smirk, a fire burning within her already as she got up and stepped through the curtain, emerging in front of the LAW audience while throwing her fists up and giving out a loud primal scream!
"YEAHHHHHHHHH!" Zira roared out as she began making her way down the ramp, dressed in her new ring gear modeled after the very title she was after, the fans giving a mixed reception to her after the way she behaved on Alaina's show, many finding her impertinence and irreverence towards the reigning champion disrespectful to the sport, not that Alaina cared, when she won she'd simply be proven right and its not as if the crowd's approval ever meant much of anything towards her.
Approaching the ring and hopping on the apron Zira would pound her chest before stepping through the ropes and into the ring before climbing the corner, gesturing to her waist, showing just what she was after as she smirked out at the fans who once again showed some distaste for how blatantly cocky she was acting right now, while a smaller but very loud contingent in the crowd were actually cheering the ballsy display from the challenger. Hopping down from the corner and turning to lean against it Zira would look up at the entrance ramp with a smirk, just waiting for Alaina to come down.
