𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⇿ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐧

✧ 𝐕𝐈𝐈 ✧

➵ No one's pov

UFC weigh-ins were always a big deal. Some may even say it's where the fight started. Dramatic music added to the tension as, behind the media line, hundreds of fans cheered for the pre-fight event. The host of the weigh-in made his way onto the stage, his voice booming through every speaker.

"What's happening Los Angeles?! Welcome to the weigh-ins my friends! How about a nice round of applause for Brittany, Chrissy, Vanessa, And Daniela our fabulous octagon girls! Keep that round of applause going for matchmaker Sean Shelby! We have some insane fighters coming out for you tonight!"

Cheers and yells from all around the arena were insane, the crowd getting louder and louder as it was time for the fighters to make their entrances. Harley's opponent stepped out first, her small team following behind her in matching grey t-shirts with their gym logo and the Mexican flag on each. Enthusiastic applause followed her, the team waving and smiling as they went. She was shorter but older than the German who was about to appear, her brown hair platted and neatly placed in a bun. As she stepped up to the scale, the host introduced the woman to the crowd.

"Up first on the scale Alexa Grasso! 124!"

The fighter bowed her head and stepped to the side, smiling in victory that she had just made the weight limit. Next up was Harley, earning the noticeably louder cheer of the two women. The lights were bright, some changing direction for dramatic effect. Harley didn't squint as she stared off into the distance, ignoring her opponent. She wore all black, her kit all custom embroidered with her name and her symbol, a small gold lion's head. Her hair was in its signature tiny ponytail dubbed 'The Varon Updo' by the UFC community. Her entire team were in matching black fits, walking in unison behind her, Hailee and Griffin Steinfeld, Robert Downey Jr., and Jessica-Rose Clark in the ranks. Harley blew a kiss to one of the cameras and winked at a fan, before making her way to the stage. RDJ tried to remain stoic like the others behind Varon, but his excitement was noticeable by the smile creeping up his face. Harley whipped off her top, throwing it into the crowd to the excitement of fans as she strode up to the scale.

"Official weight 122.5 to Harley Varon!"

She flexed her shoulders as she stood down from the scales, reporters and photographers clamouring to get the best angle. Harley did one last cheeky wink at the main camera, before turning to RDJ and the others with a grin. She then changed path to square up against her rival, the two women holding up a guard opposite each other. Her opponent looked serious whilst Harley stared back, looking like she was holding back laughter. To her, the pre-fight rituals were all about getting in her opponent's head and she had the track record to show she was no joke, but her opponent could be made to look like one by the end of the final. The two women shook hands before going their separate ways to prep for the fight happening the next evening.

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➵ Harley's pov

"How you feeling Harl?"

"Like I'm going to win tomorrow Hailee" I replied with my goofy grin. RDJ looked like a kid in a candy shop in my tour bus, eyes widening at my championship belt and signed gloves.

"Is that... Muhammad Ali's signature on those boxing gloves?" he asked, reaching out like he'd found the holy grail.

"It is indeed. I met him at the beginning of my career and he gave those as a gift after a fight. I still see his family from time to time when I'm nearby"

"Ah Varon before I forget, Jessica had to run to Vegas for a different fight appearance, but she wanted to wish you one final good luck before tomorrow" one of my team interrupted. I shot him a thumbs up before turning back to my friends.

"You three are still making the fight tomorrow right? Even Jen is coming and she swore off watching UFC fights for a while"

"We wouldn't miss it for the world" Hailee confirmed, resting her head on my shoulder.

"I'll be there for sure too" RDJ jumped, shooting me finger guns before looking at my fighting memorabilia some more. "Varon, not that I don't love this custom bus, but why do you have it if you fly from place to place anyway?"

RDJ had a point, it was a new investment and one that had yet to live up to its full potential, but I already loved it. I had taken a standard double-decker tour bus, stripped out most of the inside so the top was bedrooms (the master saved for myself) and two bathrooms for me and my team, and the bottom was a social area with a fancy kitchen, a changing room with all my specially designed kit, and space filled with masses of plush seating all in black and gold. I liked silver more for myself on a day-to-day basis, but 1st place was gold and I wanted my signature colours to match my championship belt. The outside of the bus was also black with my name and lion head in gold graphics on the front and sides.

"Whist I travel, I like to give the people I work with options. Some of them are scared of flying and others just prefer to drive. That and the fact that the changing rooms and hotels provided aren't always the nicest lead to this" I gestured to the bus around us.

"Well, if you're not opposed, I would love to borrow it after fight season for pre-drinks before the LA Avengers premiers. The press are everywhere and this is the perfect hideaway"

"Of course. Do I get an invite?"

"Pre drinks is a given, but my wife is also busy the entire month so you can be my date for any of them. Not just the ones in LA, but any of the ones you're free for"

"Please say yes Harl, I'm going to the LA ones for publicity" Hailee chimed in.

"I mean everyone wins. How could I say no?"

"Oh, this is going to be so good. The rest of the cast will be thrilled. It's like a supersized party bus"

"Well I did add a state-of-the-art sound system and disco lights"

"You just get better and better Varon"

"I just hope the championship belt will still be up there after tomorrow" I mumbled, too quiet for the others to hear.