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anotherwvba · 7 months

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An Origin Story pt. 4

Nicole and Mika were heading back to the lobby after lunch, their conversation lively and animated.

"The cafeteria here is amazing!" Mika exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. "They even had pork adobo and cassava cake!"

Nicole chuckled. "Yeah, the WVBA campus is designed to be full-service for the fighters, trainers, and trainees. It's like a small city."

Mika looked startled for a second, a delayed reaction just now hitting her, “Wait a sec. Your coach is Viktor Von Kaiser?!”

“I know, right?!” Nicole was just as starstruck in the moment, “It’s surreal sometimes.”

As they entered the lobby, they noticed a group of about a dozen would-be WVBA boxers waiting for new boxer orientation. Among them was a woman who stood out dramatically. A sharply dressed woman in a lucha mask was surrounded by an entourage, and photographers were snapping pictures from various angles.

Nicole took her place behind the receptionist's desk and waved the photographers over. "Excuse me, gentlemen, could you please come here? I need to check your credentials. No unauthorized pictures are allowed in WVBA Headquarters."

The photographers continued snapping away, ignoring Nicole's request. She raised her voice to a more assertive tone, "Gentlemen! I said, credentials, please!"

One of Reina's entourage approached the desk, presenting their credentials. "We're with Señora Reina Adora. She's a new signee to the WVBA and is here for the orientation. The photographers are from a number of Mexican news outlets."

Nicole verified the credentials but just couldn't shake off the bad vibes she got from Reina. The luchadora's demeanor far removed from the hopeful energy of the other prospects, as if this whole process were beneath her.

Towards the back of the crowd there was some rustling as the WVBA’s resident masked fighter Masked Muscle made his way into the lobby, his eyes scanning the room before settling on Nicole at the desk. "Hola mi amiga, I saw your fight Saturday. Muy impresionante."

"Thank you, Muscle," Nicole replied, a little embarrassed. "This is Mika, she's one of the new boxers."

Muscle extended his hand, "Mucho gusto, Mika."

Mika hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand. Masked Muscle had a less than honorable reputation and there was something about rule-breakers that always put her on edge.

Muscle glanced at Nicole's nametag. "Su nombre es Nicole when you're not fighting."

Nicole nodded, adjusting her glasses. "Yes, thank you for noticing."

"Ah, sí, I understand the double life." Muscle tugged lightly at his mask.

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "Do you know who the luchadora is?"

Nicole shook her head and looked at Mika, who also seemed clueless. "All I know is her name’s Reina Adora and she's here for new boxer orientation."

"I was afraid of that," Muscle informed them. "She's a notorious rudo in lucha libre circles."

Mika's eyes narrowed. "What's a rudo?"

"A rudo is what you might call a 'heel' or a ‘villain’." Muscle explained. "They're the rule-breakers, the ones who do whatever it takes to win. And Reina is one of the best—or worst, depending on how you look at it."

Mika tensed up, her eyes locking onto Reina as if sizing her up.

Nicole pulled up the list of recently signed fighters on her computer. "Well, it looks like she's officially part of the WVBA now."

Muscle leaned in again, his voice serious. "If you ever find yourselves in the ring with her, keep your eyes open. She'll do whatever it takes to win."

Nicole nodded, her eyes meeting Muscle's. "Thanks for the heads-up. I’ll buzz you through."

“Gracias, Nicole,” Muscle replied, jerking his head back toward Reina, “Mira ese, ¿sí?”

As Masked Muscle walked through to the gym, Mika and Reina's eyes locked from across the room. It was a brief but intense moment, one each woman knew was just a beginning.

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anotherwvba · 8 months

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Road to the Women's Circuit pt. 6

Niki and Cutie locked across the ring, bouncing on their toes, throwing shadow punches into the air as they moved toward the center.

This is it, Niki thought, her eyes scanning Cutie's movements, looking for any telltale signs. All those hours of training, all the sweat and tears, come down to this moment.

Cutie's thoughts mirrored Niki's. This isn’t not just a fight; it's history. And I get to share this ring with Niki. Couldn't ask for anything more.

The two women met in the center of the ring, their gloves touching lightly.

"Ready to dance?" Niki said, a playful glint in her eyes.

"We’ll make it one for the books," Cutie replied, her own eyes twinkling.

They both smiled and retreated, beginning to circle each other. The crowd’s energy fed into their nerves and adrenaline. Niki was cautious, the epitome calculation. She extended a few tentative jabs, her eyes scanning Cutie’s movements, never leaving her. She was looking for patterns, any repetitive movement she could exploit.

Cutie, on the other hand, was the very soul of fluidity and grace. Her steps were light, her movements quick. She moved with the confidence of someone who’d fought before. She darted in and out, throwing a quick one-two combo, testing Niki's defense. She was looking for the next brushstroke in the picture Niki was painting.

"Hands high, Niki! Use your jab!" Von Kaiser shouted from the corner.

"¡Vamos, Cutie, sigue así!" Hurricane encouraged.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats, their cheers a constant roar that ebbed and flowed with the action. Cheers and shouts of “Let’s go, Niki!” or “Get ‘er, Hondo!” filling the arena.

Both fighters landed clean punches, the sound of leather meeting flesh echoing loudly. Niki’s jabs found a home, but so did Cutie’s quick one-twos. It was a chess match, a dance where each was still feeling out the other's rhythm.

God, she's good, Niki thought as she dodged a quick jab from Cutie and countered with a straight right. And fast! But there’s a pattern. Come on, Cutie. Show me more.

Cutie was also in deep thought as she moved. Her defense is solid. But she’s way too cautious. Need the right moment. Just don’t get reckless.

"Watch for her left, Niki!" Von Kaiser called out, almost as if he'd read her thoughts.

"Pressure, chica, pressure!" Hurricane yelled, urging his fighter on.

Both fighters nodded subtly, acknowledging their coaches, but their focus was laser-sharp on each other. They exchanged a flurry of punches, each landing and each dodging, a ballet of fists and footwork

And then Cutie lunged forward, left leading for a quick combo, but Niki was ready. She got her gloves up to block Cutie’s punches before throwing a counter jab that found its mark.

The crowd gasped and cheered when Niki went to follow-up with a straight right, but Cutie faded back out of range and immediately darted back in with a hook to Niki's head. It was a beautiful sequence, and the crowd showed their appreciation with a resounding cheer.

"Nice shot," Niki said, her eyes twinkling.

"You too," Cutie replied, her own eyes just as bright.

As the tactical dance continued, each fighter's eyes locked onto the other's, searching for that elusive opening.

There it is, Cutie thought, noticing how Niki slightly dropped her left hand after a jab. Not much, but it's something.

Across the ring, Niki was also deep in thought. That’s her tell, Niki mused. The way her weight shifts before she throws a combo.

"Ahora, Cutie! Pressure on! She'll crack!" Hurricane shouted from the corner, his Cuban accent thick with excitement.

"Stay focused, Niki! Watch her movements!" Von Kaiser called out, his voice tinged with urgency.

Cutie decided it was time to test the waters. She feinted a jab and then quickly followed with a right hook, exploiting the small hole in Niki's defense. The punch landed cleanly, snapping Niki's head to the side.

The crowd roared in approval, sensing the shift in momentum.

"Nice shot," Niki said, her eyes narrowing. "But you won't get another one like that."

"We'll see," Cutie replied, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “I’m just getting started.”

Niki continued to focus on defense, using her jabs to disrupt Cutie's rhythm. Each jab was a calculated move, designed to throw Cutie off balance, to make her second-guess her next attack, all while Niki collected more data.

Cutie felt the pressure to make a move. She darted in, her fists a blur as she unleashed a quick combo. Niki blocked the first two punches but got caught by a hook to the head and a straight right to the body.

"Good, Cutie, good! Keep it up!" Hurricane yelled, clapping his hands in approval.

Cutie grinned, feeling the momentum shift. Niki felt the impact but remained focused. Cutie decided to go for a big left hook, her body coiling like a spring. But just as she unleashed her hook, Niki dodged, her movements as fluid as water.

Gotcha, Niki thought, seizing the moment. Pivoting on her back foot, she countered with a hard right uppercut that caught Cutie flush on the chin, stunning her. The crowd erupted, sensing a pivotal moment in the match.

The crowd gasped, the momentum visibly shifting. Niki seized the moment, her analytical mind switching to attack mode. She unleashed a barrage, following her hook with a quick jab to Cutie's face, then a left hook to the body. Not letting up, she threw a right uppercut that snapped Cutie's head back, followed by another jab and a straight right landing square on Cutie’s nose. Each punch was precise, calculated, and devastatingly effective.

"Cutie, get out of there! Defiéndete!" Hurricane shouted, concern filling his voice.

"Niki, jetzt! Now!" Von Kaiser yelled, sensing the opportunity.

Niki could feel the momentum building, her fists starting to tingle like an electric current. She threw another jab, this one landing popping Cutie above her right eye. Niki’s gloves began to glow, a matrix pattern of ones and zeros flowing across them in a neon green light.

Cutie was reeling, her eyes slightly glazed. She backed away and shook her head, trying to clear the fog. She looked up just in time to see Niki's glowing gloves.

Okay, Niki, Cutie thought, her own resolve hardening. Let's see what you've got.

Niki felt the power in her gloves, the energy surging through them. She knew she had a chance to end this, to make a statement in her first match.

This is it, Niki thought, her eyes locked onto Cutie's. Time to show her what I'm made of.

"Defense, Cutie! Defense!" Hurricane's voice cut through the noise of the crowd, his Cuban accent tinged with urgency.

Niki moved cautiously, her eyes locked onto Cutie's. She threw a couple of jabs, each one calculated, each one a question she was asking of Cutie's defense.

Cutie felt the jabs, her body still reeling from Niki's earlier assault. She took the hits but stayed focused, her eyes never leaving Niki's glowing gloves.

"Go for it, Niki! Jetzt ist die Zeit!" Von Kaiser yelled, his German accent thickening with excitement.

Niki started to circle, her jabs turning into hooks, her movements calculated. A left hook followed by a quick, she was trying to find an opening for her System Crash. She could almost see the lines of code forming, the algorithms calculating the perfect moment to strike.

Cutie felt her defense recovering, but she knew she needed to do something drastic. With a burst of speed, she darted forward, leaving herself slightly open. Come on, Niki. Take the bait.

Niki saw the opening. Her eyes widened. She landed a quick jab to Cutie's face and then stepped back and cocked her right hand back. "Get glitched, Cutie!" she taunted, her right glove's neon glow flaring.

With all the power she could muster, Niki unleashed her System Crash, aiming straight for Cutie's solar plexus. But in that split second, Cutie parried the punch, her own glove meeting Niki's in a clash of wills.

The glow in Niki's gloves flashed the message “404! Punch Not Found!” and then faded. “No way!” Niki was stunned… and open.

“My turn,” Cutie said, her voice tinged with relief and restored confidence.

Seizing the moment, Cutie unleashed on the stunned Niki. A jab to Niki's face, followed by a quick one-two combo. A hook to the body made Niki wince, then an uppercut snapped her head back. Another jab, and finally a devastating right cross. Niki’s knees buckled as Cutie felt a flowing power surge in her fists.

Cutie’s gloves start to glow, the brilliant red light in the form of swirling with calligraphy strokes. I've got you, girl, she thought, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Cutie! Ahora! Now!" Hurricane's voice was almost a roar now.

Cutie stepped back, pulling her right hand back for an uppercut, bright swirls glowing around her glove. "Ready for a blast-off?" she taunted, her eyes locked onto Niki's.

Just as Cutie’s fist flew toward Niki’s stomach, the bell rang, ending the round. Cutie stopped her punch just in time, her glove's glow fading as she pulled back.

The fans erupted as the friends locked eyes. This crowd was watching a moment unfold and they knew it.

"Close call," Niki said, her eyes meeting Cutie's.

"Saved by the bell, huh?" Cutie grinned, her eyes twinkling.

"Guess we'll never know," Niki winked as they both turned to head back to their corners.

Both fighters returned to their corners, the weight of the first round settling over them. Von Kaiser quickly slid the stool under Niki as she sat down, her breathing heavy but controlled.

"That was a close one, Coach," Niki said, catching her breath.

"Ja, but you must focus. You had her with the System Crash, but you hesitated, taunted. You cannot afford to do that. She’s quick, ja?" Von Kaiser advised.

"Quick doesn't even begin to describe it," Niki replied, wiping sweat from her brow. "But I've seen some patterns. I think I can exploit them next round."

"Good, good. Remember, she likes to lead with her left. Anticipate it and counter. And watch for her Blaster Blow. It's a common technique, but she executes it well."

Across the ring, Cutie was on her stool, her eyes focused as Coach 'Cane, aka Piston Hurricane, tended to her. "That was intense, Coach 'Cane," she said, still catching her breath.

"You're doing well, mija. But you need to watch for her System Crash," Hurricane said.

"I'll be ready for it. I think I can bait," Cutie said, her voice tinged with determination.

"Be careful. She's smart. Muy inteligente. Don't underestimate her," Hurricane warned, his Cuban accent coloring each word.

The referee's voice cut through the noise. "Seconds out!"

Cutie stood up, her eyes locked onto Coach 'Cane's. He put her mouthpiece in. "Remember, this is your moment. Make it count," he said, his voice tinged with emotion as he stepped out of the ring.

Across the way, Niki was already on her feet, bouncing lightly on her toes. Von Kaiser pushed her mouthpiece in place and leaned in close. "You've got this, Niki. Just remember, she's as nervous as you are. Use that," he said before dropping off the ring apron.

Both fighters readied themselves for the next round. Niki felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her veins. Alright, she thought. I’ve seen her moves, seen her patterns. Now it's time to execute.

Cutie flexed her gloves, her eyes meeting Niki's across the ring. You’re good, she thought. Really good. But so am I. And I've got something she doesn't have: the element of surprise.

As they waited for the bell, both fighters knew that the real battle was just beginning. And as they glanced up at the crowd, then back at each other, they also knew that no matter what happened next, their friendship would remain unbroken. But for now, in this moment, they were not friends. They were warriors, each determined to win, each willing to give her all.

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