Match Type: Normal (One fall to a finish, can win via Pinfall, Submission, Count-out and disqualification)
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It had only been a week since her victory over Renee Steinhauser; echoes of the match still lingered in Louise's mind. Thankfully, she physically recovered from the minor injury to her leg fairly quickly, but mentally, she knew she'd never be the person she used to be after these past few matches. Once again, she was unclothed in her locker room bathroom, admiring the smug sadism of the smirk on her face. Behind her exterior of euphoric bitterness and spite, she examined her current motives outside of ravaging any opponent that dares oppose her, with no real conclusion in sight. She didn't exactly have to be the champion to be respected, and she now knew she didn't want to be loved by the audience either.
The best she could come up with at the moment was a little revenge list, mostly consisting of Mashiro, Mashiro, and Mashiro. From the looks of public perception, she certainly was more feared than ever before, but she couldn't and wouldn't let that green-haired bobblehead keep waving her embarrassing win over on socials anymore.
Louise sighed in dismay, aware that she wouldn't be able to get such revenge for a while, so she'd have to settle with slaughtering some innocent wrestlers first. It wasn't that she felt remorseful or anything for, mainly, Renee, but the repeated bloodshed was all she could enjoy at a time like this—that made her no different from an animal. She even had the scar on her stomach to prove it.
She shook her head in a brief instance of humanity as she slightly moaned in disappointment. She reverted back to who she really enjoyed being but at the cost of having any foreseeable goals. She could always aim for the lightweight championship belt, but that's naturally where she's headed whether she tries or not.
As her face stayed glued to the mirror, she chuckled, uttering under her breath, "At least this shit is fun."
She put on her new wrestling attire—identical to her original, but with more scarlet straps to match her eyes and an underlying tint of reddish-brown fabric for her top, with the red being more apparent on her trunks. She seemed to be fully aware of her "heel" persona and embraced it with open arms. In fact, she felt far more happier than she ever had been before in her profession. Not even Haruka could take that away from her.
After a few minutes or so, she finally decided to step out of her locker room, aware of her new title, "The Graceful Undead," which she solemnly approved of. It fit fairly well when looking back at her last match; she even managed to get rid of her manager—Well, he left on his own, but then again, one less problem to deal with. With his absence, she didn't have to be under a leash, told to get her ass kicked for the arousal of the crowd, to gain more sponsorships, or to beef up someone else's stats. In celebration, she even added a new theme song for herself, playing coincidentally the second she stepped onto the ramp to throw down with her new opponent. Surprisingly, she still had a large majority of people that cheered for her against all the "boos" and rampant chants of her new enemy's name: "Hitomi! Hitomi!"
Speaking of her opponent, she still couldn't muster up the energy to study them or anything. Of course, she trained heavily when she wasn't downing bottles of wine or throwing parties, but researching who she'd fight next wasn't exactly her type of thing. She'd rather learn about them during their match than past knowledge; Louise slowly stepped into the ring, prepared to do that very thing and, without a doubt in her mind, win the match.
The best she could come up with at the moment was a little revenge list, mostly consisting of Mashiro, Mashiro, and Mashiro. From the looks of public perception, she certainly was more feared than ever before, but she couldn't and wouldn't let that green-haired bobblehead keep waving her embarrassing win over on socials anymore.
Louise sighed in dismay, aware that she wouldn't be able to get such revenge for a while, so she'd have to settle with slaughtering some innocent wrestlers first. It wasn't that she felt remorseful or anything for, mainly, Renee, but the repeated bloodshed was all she could enjoy at a time like this—that made her no different from an animal. She even had the scar on her stomach to prove it.
She shook her head in a brief instance of humanity as she slightly moaned in disappointment. She reverted back to who she really enjoyed being but at the cost of having any foreseeable goals. She could always aim for the lightweight championship belt, but that's naturally where she's headed whether she tries or not.
As her face stayed glued to the mirror, she chuckled, uttering under her breath, "At least this shit is fun."
She put on her new wrestling attire—identical to her original, but with more scarlet straps to match her eyes and an underlying tint of reddish-brown fabric for her top, with the red being more apparent on her trunks. She seemed to be fully aware of her "heel" persona and embraced it with open arms. In fact, she felt far more happier than she ever had been before in her profession. Not even Haruka could take that away from her.
After a few minutes or so, she finally decided to step out of her locker room, aware of her new title, "The Graceful Undead," which she solemnly approved of. It fit fairly well when looking back at her last match; she even managed to get rid of her manager—Well, he left on his own, but then again, one less problem to deal with. With his absence, she didn't have to be under a leash, told to get her ass kicked for the arousal of the crowd, to gain more sponsorships, or to beef up someone else's stats. In celebration, she even added a new theme song for herself, playing coincidentally the second she stepped onto the ramp to throw down with her new opponent. Surprisingly, she still had a large majority of people that cheered for her against all the "boos" and rampant chants of her new enemy's name: "Hitomi! Hitomi!"
Speaking of her opponent, she still couldn't muster up the energy to study them or anything. Of course, she trained heavily when she wasn't downing bottles of wine or throwing parties, but researching who she'd fight next wasn't exactly her type of thing. She'd rather learn about them during their match than past knowledge; Louise slowly stepped into the ring, prepared to do that very thing and, without a doubt in her mind, win the match.
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