Javelin vs Yona

There she was, once again, within the confines of her locker room bathroom. At this point, it was practically her sanctuary. She wasn't sure why she always decided to hole herself up in the cramped space before matches. It wasn't exactly all that pretty, and the walls had seen better days, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt more real than she had ever felt fighting in the ring. She had the eyes of her mother and the soft, wavy locks of her father—the flesh and skin her parents gave her—now bruised and covered in all sorts of battle scars. She didn't remember her childhood all too well, but she was sure she wasn't always this cruel. She subconsciously turned on the sink, dousing her face in water—her hair wet and dangling down her forehead. She was rather pretty, all things considered. She probably could have chosen a different career path, but for as long as she remembered, she loved to fight. However, she originally didn't come here to fight. She came here to get her life back together and return to LAW even stronger. To some degree, it felt like she hadn't made much progress, but as of recently, she started an online community that would help her keep track of all her fans. She'd now have a good idea of how many people were her followers, though she didn't have an exact estimate of how many she'd need. In all reality, she just needed to be in the mainstream spotlight despite being what many would consider a "nobody" outside of her recent rise to fame.
She could stare at the mirror all day, fantasizing about how she'd overcome her rival, Renee, when she got back, but she had a match to win first. After her recent defeat, she surely wasn't going to let herself be physically overpowered this time. Since then, she's had herself a bit of a training arc, trying to regain her physique despite not having eaten for months. Her skin was paler than usual, but she shrugged it off. In the end, she honed her body to it's former glory, and she was going to use it to be her next opponent. She excitedly marched over to the entrance, shrieking devilishly, her voice echoing across the vast stadium. The room went silent, soon filled with cheers as her fans figured out it was her. She promptly stomped down the ramp, placing a thumb between her lips to show her teeth. Cameras zoomed in on her, and the commentor was mentioning how it was a nice homage to the missing "Louise Heisenberg."
It was foolish of her to take one of her most iconic poses and do it in front of millions, but she could care less; she was halfway through her plan, and the fun parts were soon to come. She had her first interview as Yona Giovanni planned for a few days from now, which would surely get the attention of those whom she hoped would see it. She confidently entered the ring, staring down at her opponent. She was in disbelief, seeing how young the girl seemed. She was frail, baby-faced, and rather timid. In a way, she reminded her of her old student, Lily Monroe. However, she wouldn't give her young opponent the same mercy she gave her student. She had to stay strong; she promised herself that she wouldn't show weakness or sympathy towards anyone she fought. Those days were done. She got up in Javelin's face and spat at her, shoving her away.

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