"And our first competitor!" Danny chimed in without missing a beat. "4 time Middle Weight US Champion, 2 time International Champion-"
The crowd roaring as the athletic, fit kickboxer bounded to the ring. Hopping up onto the apron edge before vaulting over the top rope into the ring,
"The Windy City Wrecker, The Chi-Town Cyclone, Delia 'Slaughterer' Simons!" The crowd roared as her size 9 feet smacked down on the canvas, stepping out to the center of the ring.
"Delia is an absolute powerhouse, Danny, with the skill and cunning to back up that smack talk of hers. I've heard it said that she runs her mouth more than the Chicago marathon!" Lily's voice toning down just a bit as if half worried the kickboxer might hop down out of the ring to warm up on her!
"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!" Delia barked as she raised her arms high, strutting out across the ring to her corner.
"At 5'9, 150lbs of fierce fighting feminine ferocity... Delia came to play for sure! I pity the fool that's going to step to all of that!" Danny looked up at the first entrant of the evening, watching her pad across the canvas.
"She has a record of 23 wins - 3 losses with 12 KOs to her cred-"
"14 KOs, after winning the Houston Open last weekend." Danny interject, running his pen along hist table notes. "And she-"
But he was quickly cut off as the crowd erupted again.
"Well, that score might be changing again soon, because here comes her opponent!" Lilly chimed in.