A human sized piranha tank is present in the middle of the ring
Barbed wire boards are located in each corner of the ring.
In order to win, a wrestler must hold their opponent inside the tank for ten seconds
Wrestlers cannot be disqualified for any reason
This takes place one week after Newbie Nuo Vs. Valentine
Skylar was sitting on the bench in the locker room, her arms tightly crossed as her hands shook. Seven days ago, some nurse chick by the name of Valentine had beaten down one of her best friends in wrestling, Newbie Nuo, and for seven days, it was all Skylar could think about. It played on repeat in her mind, the way the nurse had tortured Nuo, humiliated her, stripped her, and ripped off her mask. She remembered in perfect detail the way the naked Nuo had clambered up the ramp, covering her face to shield her identity as she sobbed. No matter how much Sky tried to distract herself, no matter how desperately she wanted the things that'd happened to her friend out of her head, nothing worked. She went to sleep, and she had dreams about the torture Nuo had gone through.
The suffering of her friends had always weighed heavily on Skylar. As a kid, she'd only had one friend, a timid girl named Kyra. Of course, she was an easy target, and would fall victim to school bullies. For years, Skylar would watch the daily humiliation her only friend went through, but like the useless girl she was, she didn't do anything about it. But hey, she wasn't the only one. Nobody did. Not even the worthless teachers. Eventually, Sky did do something, and boy did she do something. The Skylar Jones Incident lived in infamy to this day as the most violent altercation in the history of Perry High School. Three young girls were left with fractured bones and missing teeth, unconscious in puddles of their own blood. On that day, Skylar learned a very important lesson: Through fear, she had power. It was fear that kept Kyra from ever being bullied again after that. Even though Sky had been expelled, no one wanted to risk drawing her ire. And, it was fear that made everyone's hair stick up straight when she walked into a room, that made people avoid eye contact with her backstage, that made local talents turn down opportunities to wrestle dark matches if it meant standing across the ring from her, and most importantly, it was fear that protected her friends. Or at least, she hoped it would... How many bodies would Sky have to break before these people learned?
"Ladies and gentleman, this next bout is a PIRANHA DEATHMATCH! The only way to win is to submerge your opponent in the piranha tank for ten seconds! Coming to the ring first, from Perry, Iowa, weighing in at 162 pounds, the Brawling Puppet, SKYLAAAAARRRRRR JOOOOOOONES!!!!!!!"
Music
Skylar
Skylar would pace around the ring, fidgeting with the ropes as she waited for Valentine to arrive. Destructive thoughts were coursing through her brain, ideas of the nurse garroted by barbed wire, flesh torn from her body as the back of her skull was stomped on over, and over again. When Valentine finally did enter the ring, Skylar would rip the microphone from the ring announcer's hands, dashing towards the nurse intent on slamming the mic straight into her head!
