Lord ﹠ Lady Darcy's Fight Club

I want fighf for the title

Being shorter, I’m sure at least half the audience is expecting me too fear this Amazon but I merely clench my own meaty fist and snarl back at her.. “Goliath underestimated David and got his head cut off, I’m gonna leave you a bloody mess In that ring.”

At the reference to a decapitation my pale eyes blaze with an icy fire “Don’t make promises you can’t back up Krystal. I’ll show the fans why I’m the UK womens champion and send you back home in an air ambulance! In England we do hard core properly!” At the mention of England the fans get rowdy and clap 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

I’m fully aware how it goes and trust me, The only one who’s gonna need life flight is you when I pick MY title off your bloody, motionless body!

Taps microphone “Hellooo” [gee… that’s loud… fiddles with a knob] “as the new women’s champion … I’m …. ahem … open to challenges?”

I challenge you, I think it’s time to fit another belt around my waist!

Thanks for the offer Krystal but all you will take away from your challenge is a brutal bloody beating when I defend my title!

Saunters up to the woman pressing my forehead to hers as my lips upturn into a smirk holding the mic.. “we’ll see about that, your days with MY belt are numbered…”

Dye and I are nose to nose at the press conference. She is short and stocky, just like a younger American version of Lady Darcy. My thin lips curl into a snarl and I bring up a large pale mannish clenched fist like a hammer up to her chin. “Lady Darcy said that too and I beat her to a bloody pulp!”