Kate was sitting backstage, taking the last moment of peace she'd get before the fight. A title match should be something to celebrate, most fighters, even on a professional level never do so much as sniff such an opportunity. And yet, Kate did not feel like there was anything to celebrate about this, she was not proud of this though she knew by all rights she should and regardless of what happens next, others were. She wasn't really here for the title, what she wanted was to show Kyoko one did not simply mess with her loved ones, that there were consequences for what she was doing, and part of those was losing the belt. It was not a moment of triumph, it was more like putting down a rabid dog, not a pretty thing but necessary all the same.
When she stood ready to make her entrance, she didn't feel the familiar rush of excitement or anxiety, the feeling following her tonight had a completely different flavour, it was cold and strangely familiar in a way that felt far from comfortable but it suited the occasion, the right mindset for the job she had out there, no bells and whistles, just violence.
"The following contest is The Last Woman Standing Match for The Middleweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! From Dallas, Texas, standing at five feet seven inches and weighing in at one hundred and sixty-nine pounds! Katarzyna Zawiślak!" The announcer spoke as Kate appeared on stage, raising one fist up above her head as she made her way through the stage, a thick purple mist rolling in behind her. Though many might have expected her to be wearing gold for such a big occasion, Kate came out in her usual black attire, a more practical choice by far. And now as she was making her way down the ramp, she forgone the usual slapping of hands with the fans, using the time to stretch her arms and as if understanding, the fans on either side stuck to clapping and cheering for her, managing to force a slight smile on her otherwise dour expression.
As she made it to the ring, she took a big breath and sighed before jumping up on top of the apron and sliding in between the ropes. She rolled her shoulders for a moment, raising her fist once more to the audience and smoking in their reactions as she closed her eyes, it would be the last time tonight she'd pay them any mind though she hoped they'd still appreciate what she was doing, then she stepped into her corner, resting her back against it as she awaited the arrival of the champion.