𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⇿ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐧

✧ 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 ✧

➵ No one's pov

The atmosphere was tense. On either side of the arena, two women sat surrounded by others, each giving their opinions on how they could win and what their opponent's weaknesses were. No words would calm their nerves, the five-minute warning going off to the excitement of the crowd. Their cheers could be heard from their locker rooms, echoing from every corner. On the front row of the seating, a woman sat twiddling with her fingers, her boyfriend's harsh grip on her leg going unnoticed by everyone because of the pre-fight commotion. He eventually let go but made sure to look into her green eyes to show her who was still in control.

"Lizzie, Harley comes on second so make sure that's when you cheer loudest" RDJ advised the anxious woman from where he was sat. Before she could respond, more famous faces came rushing in to fill up the seats around them. Scarlett and her husband Colin sat directly behind her, Chris and Sebastian filling up the seats to Scarlett's right. Four other guests took the cornered-off seats that not even the Avengers' cast was privy to. Upon closer inspection, Lizzie discovered it was Hailee and Griffin Steinfeld, Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson, and Jennifer Lawrence who had the best seats in the house. They all smiled at the others, starting conversations about different projects they had coming up. Lizzie stayed silent, unsure of what she could say without pissing off her boyfriend.

"Harl managed to get Taylor to sing her onto the octagon and has half the Victoria's Secret Angels walking on with her" Hailee gossiped, Jennifer laughing at her statement.

"Trust Harl to find a way to outdo every other entrance. Explains why she was talking about a collaboration with the brand. Smart advertising for all involved" Dwayne responded, shaking his head in joke disapproval. RDJ was about to add his own words, but the lights went out before he could, Alexa Grasso's entrance beginning.

➵ Harley's pov

I heard Grasso's entry soundtrack playing which meant I had to get in place. I made my way to the set of double doors in a pair of black shorts, bedazzled in gold scratch marks and my infamous lion head logo. I had a matching sports bra and robe to complete the ensemble, the hood hanging over my face. Taylor stood next to me, in a gold and black referee outfit, somehow made to look insanely good thanks to Taylor's good looks and Victoria's Secret's excellent team. Behind me stood multiple A-list models including Zendaya, Cara Delevingne, Bella and Gigi Hadid, and Kendal Jenner. They were all chatting and pointing at their octagon girl outfits, far fancier than what the actual octagon girls were wearing. Their outfits were where Victoria's Secret had truly outdone themselves, elevating the classic look by adding gold gems and sparkles to the black base, subtly incorporating my logo to show a sense of unity, and making each girl a lion headdress to really sell the look. I beamed at the girls, giving them each a big thumbs up as I nodded to security to open the doors.

Taylor strutted in time with me to the screams and applause of thousands of fans. The excitement of all those around me managed to block out my nerves and doubt, tuning into Taylor's singing instead.

♬ Look What You Made Me Do

Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me...
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do

Taylor's voice projected pure power and strength as I made my way into the octagon. I waved to the masses of fans, the models and Taylor disappearing off so they could quickly change out of their expensive outfits and into something to watch the fight in. I hoped they'd get a chance to watch some of it, but I was aiming to get a good, clean knockout whenever the opportunity.