Yona Giovanni vs Layla Al-Mansour

It's been about three months since her last match as Louise Heisenberg. She had taken a defeat unlike any other. She hadn't lost to her rival, like most would suspect, but her identity was revealed to those who mattered the most in this case—the authorities. However, she didn't want to remember what had happened back then. She shrugged it off, remembering what her lawyer had told her to do. He gave her the idea to go on the run and not look back. Renee had completely trumped her and was on the verge of toppling everything she'd built, but if she managed to stay a fugitive, it would garner enough attention to help boost her popularity. She thought his idea was ludicrous at first, but as she thought about it for those three months, she realized that she was going to need supporters if she wanted to go down with a fight. Her former agency needed to see her as a benefit rather than a potential problem; she had to make them side with her. To do that, she needed to prove that her being on the run would only boost both the reputation of her agency and herself. That's why, only three months later, she was standing in front of the AFW arena, backpack-ready with her old wrestling attire. She managed to get herself signed under her original identity. She knew it was dumb, as the authorities would put two in two together, but she needed people to associate her real name with her wrestling career rather than what she had done back when she was younger. She casually strolled inside, making sure to keep a low profile. She avoided crowded spots in the building, quickly navigating herself into her locker room.
She hastily took off her backpack, placing it on a nearby bench. For a few minutes, she stared at her two-piece turtleneck crop top. It wasn't the same one she used in her matches, but rather a prototype that she never used. She wouldn't risk people realizing who she was from just her outfit. Even so, she wishes she could have worn her main attire. She collapsed on her knees, overwhelmed with nostalgia. Her hands quivered, hearing the voice of her former lover. She had abandoned her. She couldn't shake off the thought. The sentiment circled around her mind with no end in sight. She shed a tear, wondering if she had made the right choice. She wondered if all of this was for nothing. She bit on her lip and slapped herself. She felt no other option but to dissociate from her feelings. She needed to if she was going to come back stronger. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, she got dressed and marched over to the ring. She stopped even seeming human as she entered the ring and stood motionless. She didn't seem to fear the audience. She felt safe, hidden behind her jacket. She knew that it wasn't typically allowed in the ring, but seeing her opponent's profile, she figured she could get away with it this time.