Standard 10 Count Match
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission, KO, DQs, Countout
Special Condition: After a successful pinfall or submission, a 10 count will be administered to the defeated wrestler. If they get back up to their feet before the count is up, the match continues.
LAW definitely loved its stipulation…though Hana didn’t mind. This match felt like a mix of boxing and regular wrestling with the 10 count stipulation, and being a fan of all things combat sports, she was curious about this stipulation.
Her foe interested her quite a bit as well. She has been a long term indie wrestler who signed with LAW…and saw limited success in the company. After a multitude of failures both in the company and on the indie circuit, she reinvented herself, coming back as a Samurai! Hana could relate to her rival tonight. Her “demon” like persona wasn’t born from out of nowhere…but as rude or as brutal and as different as it was from her outside of the ring…when it came to wrestling, this was her truest form, her going all out.
As final moments before Hana’s entrance ticked away, she wondered, was Evelyn the same? Spoiler
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The Ogre would come out to her entrance theme, raising her barbed wire baseball bat into the air as she walked out to jeers and boos from the crowd. Under her mask, Hana was grinning ear to ear...but believed that the reaction for her could be a bit louder:
"CAN'T FUCKING HEAR YOU, ASSHOLES!!!"
"BOOOOOOO!!!" came jeering from the more Japanese side who understood that they were being insulted
"YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!", came from the more English speaking tourists.
Under her mask, Hana was quietly chuckling, before she swung her chain around, bringing it down at the barricade that separate her from the crowd:
"That's more like it!!!"
With that, Hana would make her way down to the ring, walking proudly among the sea of negativity surrounding her, before finally entering the ring. The greenette would slowly take her mask, before taking it off, revealing the painted, black, white and green face beneath! Spoiler
Hana's face pulled into a devilish grin, as she stuck her tongue out, trying to fully live up to her demonic persona, as her theme quiet down. Hana would press her back to the ropes, still holding her weapons:
"Ms. Hoshiki", the ref would enquire: "The weapons, please. This is not a hardcore match"
"Fuck off", came the reply, with the ref miffed at how the greenette behaved herself. It was strange, the refgirl thought. Just a few hours ago, before the show, Hana would help her collect a stack of papers she dropped earlier. She also helped her with her bags to the staff locker room...she didn't know how different the woman could be inside the ring before she saw her...
A freaking DEMON? WHY--. Demon monikers in wrestling are meant to signify a sociopath!! I know… First hand… Many times!! … Her head took a spin. She removed herself from the locker-rooms to a less-used staff restroom. Her gear was ready. She wore it to the sink, flicked on the hot-water tap and listened to it. Then, from a stern face, she melted into blues.
Maybe if we pretend to be sick, we can re-roll the odds and get someone less bloodthirsty. Why can’t I just get a cute idol that wants to do her best and flies high, huh?? Or a normal veteran competitor that can teach me a thing or two! I don't need broken nose number fifty-three. And don't get me started on chair shots! I need to feel the imprint of a proper suplex burn its technique into my back gosh dammit.
Steam was building from the basin, rising slowly until she felt her hands burn. She pulled away quickly. “Ow-!” Then after shaking her hand out, she switched to cold, and got her act together. She exited the bathroom, still with her unresolved thoughts, choosing to co-exist with the anxiety and push through. Ahead, a slightly taller woman in a large black overcoat appeared with a stylish hat with a name she couldn’t remember. It was out of place. And the woman was looking directly at her as she passed by. “Ah, Daishouri.”
Daishouri stopped short. It felt like she was bridging two different worlds between her own turmoiled one and the calm wrist watch-wearing, glove-donning and-- was that pocky? Maybe, but that wasn’t relevant. She needed to find the right response. Hello? Hi? I'm busy? “What do you want?” (Fuck me). Was that any way to talk to someone that looks like she has a tommy gun under her coat?? Maisilyn grinned sincerely, almost like she knew her, and they were good friends somehow. “Just a wish of good luck. Not that a true samurai would need it.”
A true Samurai? Ohmgosh. She felt warmer, her throat squeezing as two immediate responses 'Thank you so much' and 'Ohh, I haven't proven myself yet' tried to escape at once, cancelling out, and stunlocking. She wasn’t quite ready for praise so early into her run. Or, rather, at all. “Are you flirting with me??” Though she wasn’t sure of that whatsoever. Just the first kernel that popped in her mind to say, to avoid deliberating on a careful response, wasting their time in the process. “Not at all.” Maisilyn’s head dipped, giving a comforting smile that felt a little hypnotic. She seemed to pause for a beat, so Daishouri did too, feeling pins and needles on her neck. Then, suddenly, Maisilyn batted her lashes a moment, saying, “But for you? I can change that.” Before reaching into her coat pocket, drawing a business card and handing it over. A black design with a golden text. It had weight. The texture was patterned and ornate. Madison Hotel. Open Bottle. “I’ll be going. Visit me sometime.” Said Maisilyn, tipping her hat and taking a leave.
Daishouri was tongue-tied. The idea didn’t sound bad at all, in-fact, having seen the product of Madison Gambit, the hotel looked stunning! And who knows, maybe a night out with an affable stranger is what she needs. It gave her something to look forward to, tidying over her thoughts of doubt to try and decipher what that 'but for you?' meant. Then there was the 'Good luck'.Ugh! She better not be taking pity on me!
Then she pressed on, pouting and eager to charge ahead with the frustration.
A cartoon version of herself manifested on screen. Blonde, black scarf, expressing a cat face and a peace sign as her avatar animated back and forth in a rocking loop. Underneath, the name: DAISHOURI! And lifting the crowd into a medium-sized cheer. Bigger than usual. Smaller than Turning Point, unfortunately. Maybe that Hotel visit would really be worth something. Like a Warren Buffet dinner.
She slapped her cheeks. FOCUS!
MORE IMPORTANTLY! Let's kick some demon ass!
The Daishouri emerged onto the stage through a poof and crackle of smoke. She rolled through it, landing with one-knee on the rampart, one down. A hand on her scabbard. Another to shade her eyes, surveying the crowd. “Huuup!” Then she popped back to her feet, then through a heel-kick, fast and snappy. Her form was perfect. Practiced so-so-so many times. She loved being able to show it.
So she did a second. She stomped the foot down, then spun around, adding a high heel kick that came around, then reset next to her standing foot. THE Daishouri, can do something right! Then she walked, strode more-so. Hand on-hilt. Her head high to march towards the ring. The very centre that breaks and makes all those who came before her. To get another chance was a weekly blessing.
Don’t wave this time. PROJECT: THEEEEEE Daishouri. Samurai and slayer of all ring-evils by righteous discipline. Orrrr--Something like that. Whatever gave the message: this is better than you of three years ago, would satisfy. And one of the things she missed was respecting the ring.
So she bowed briefly at ringside, then went up the steps, casually waving as she walked the apron, then stepped between the middle and bottom rope, weaving through. The feeling was electric. Even at this point of her run, walking the ropes. The crowd’s vibration still felt real, in any amount. Goosebumps. Sometimes her eyes would swell trying to justify where she deserved this chance, despite wanting it so badly. Every night's a chance to answer it.
As Shakespeare put it, ‘All the world’s a stage’ -- And something she remembered in a video game added its own spin afterward: so act the hell out of it.
She strut for the corner, stepped up to the second turnbuckle and leaned so her knees were against the top rope. Then she started… “Daaaaiii--” She formed a pointing index finger, then suddenly thrust it into the air! “--shouri!!” Sticking up a sideways peace sign by her cheek, grinning, then hopping off the turnbuckle, smacking down to the mat on both soles and ready to go. The crowd rose just a tad. Still not as huge as Gambit. But soon enough!
“Hup.” She readied her stance by giving a narrow profile to them, pointing the shoulder, head-turned and silently undoing her sword belt to set aside, carefully grabbed by the approaching referee. She gave them a strong gaze, one stern and aware of the trouble ahead. SO she hoped. Anything less and she might pass-out from her jacked heart-rate. “So, demon lady.” Why do I need to make things harder for myself?… “I hope you’re ready.”
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Hana stood with a serious expression on her face as the lights in the arena and the titantron shift to Daishouri's entrance, as an upbeat J-pop song played across the venue. The blonde western samurai rolled onto the entrance ramp, getting up to her feet with an impressive kick before proudly making her way down to the ring.
Finally, inside the ring, she did one more pose to hype up the crowd, before her theme quiet down...and she addressed Hana.
The greenette smirked. She could already see how nervous Evelyn was prior to the match, despite the fact that she tried to maintain a brave face. Suddenly, she started to walk towards the bloned:
"Hey...HEY!"
With her bat in hand, something the referee was very much objecting too.
Hana would lift the bat up...and press it with it's flat end at the samurai's chest:
"Are you?" Hana would say with a smirk, as the ref would be quickly onto Hana:
"That's it. Bat. Out. Of. The. Ring."
Hana would give it to the ref, as she would turn around to throw it outside the ring. The ref gave Hana a perfect opportunity to jump at Evelyn...but instead, a sympathetic part of Hana would resurface, as she encourage her rival with 2 simple words:
"Fight well..."
The words were quite enough that no one in audience would hear them, as the Ogre made her way back to her corner.
One last check by the referee...and after Daishouri made it clear that she was ready...the match would officially begin!
