Match Type: "Standard."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or by knocking the wrestler out. Additionally, if a wrestler remains outside the ring for too long, by the count of ten they will be disqualified. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Standard rules - DQs, Count-outs, and the submission or pinfall MUST happen within the confines of the ring.
Ah, here she was...the supposed GRANDEST stage of them all...LAW...Carmelita had been touring the noisy city, taking in the sights and leaving no stone unturned in mapping her future kingdom out. After all, it wouldn't take long for someone as glorious as her to take over and rule this place. Who would stop her? She was the most beautiful, regal, and talented daughter of one of the wealthiest and most respected families to have ever graced this ball of dirt and water spanning back by several generations. Carmelita De Leon of the De Leon Family Fruit Conglomerate, which provides a venue for Spain's amazing agricultural exports to the rest of the pitiful world, was soaking up her delusional fantasies of grandeur, already being met by her usual entourage of best friends for hire, questionable individuals, and of course...PLENTY of 'yes-men'. She walked the streets pridefully, arrogantly, confidently, and ever so full of herself as she perceived anyone and everyone as being beneath her. She was the best...BY default, bar none. To be graced with her presence was a gift in and of itself, for no one was even worthy to lick the ground where she had walked.
Now she was about to make her debut in apparently one of the biggest wrestling promotions this side of the world, or perhaps in the world in general. It was only fitting that she, the best of the best of the BEST, was given entryway into the big leagues, beating up on small fry had gotten FAR too boring. Now she had the potential to really show her stuff and make every bear witness to her glory. She'd take to the stage, preparing herself in her custom backstage locker room far from anyone else's. As if the beautiful model and prom queen would share a locker room, she would never in a million YEARS would she rub elbows with 'filthy commoners'.
After finishing her intensive make-up routine and getting her hair done until it was absolutely perfect, she got dressed into her gear and walked out of her room, making her way through the halls with her entourage behind her, a trio of cameramen taking photos and giving her a real red carpet treatment. Seriously, before her theme song kicked on, they rolled out an entire red carpet and cordoned off the sides of the already barricaded audience stands with velvety ropes to give her arrival an extra bit of pizzazz...people HAD to know who was entering the scene, they needed to mentally prepare themselves for the absolute QUEEN that was about to roll through and clean house. The arena went silent, the lights dimmed, and Carmelita's theme fully kicked on over the loudspeakers.
Spoiler
"...Entering the ring first, hailing from Barcelona, Spain...making her gloriously gilded debut in LAW...standing at 5'9 and weighing in at 136 lbs...THE ORCHARD OF GOLD...CARMELITA DE LEON!!!!"
And there she stood, dressed in a glorious outfit that shimmered with the gleam of gold itself, fitting considering her ring name. Carmelita's attired was custom-ordered, custom-tailored, and made from the FINEST materials that money could buy. In fact, she never wore the same costume twice!! Each and every time she fought, she was wearing another, exact make of her custom-tailored outfit. Why wouldn't she? After sweating up the last one with a stupendous victory, a new one would be needed. Besides, she was filthy RICH, she could do whatever she wanted. She walked up to the apron of the ring, walked up the steps, posed for the many flashing cameras, and entered the ring, posing a few more times and showing off like she was on the runway during her modeling days. All eyes were on her, everyone was giving her attention, and everyone had her on their minds. It was EXACTLY how the narcissistic woman liked things. She was the center of the universe, everything revolved around her, if she snapped her fingers, everyone should recognize that as a command and fall in line in front of her...
Spoiler
"Mmm, that's right, bow before your new queen, LAW...I intend on fully taking over sooner or later. To me, this is but a business trip...a vacation with a hint of work on the side. To the rest of you, this is the start of a new era, an era dominated by the likes of yours truly. So behold the grace, power, beauty, and skill of the De Leon Family's single-greatest daughter, and bear witness to the fruits of my Orchard of Gold~" She said with a smug look on her face, soaking up the attention, the crowd a little confused by the boastful and provocative nature of her statement but there were cheers nonetheless that swayed her popularity to rise, after all, she was getting quite the pop from the crowd...a crowd that was mainly composed of Carmelita's loyal 'fans' who found her attractive and wanted to see the woman shine like the spectacle she was, they were nearly as deluded as she was deep down. Now, whether or not they were paid off or genuine fans would be a subjective question to ask, but all that Carmelita cared for was that they were cheering her on, stroking her ego, and keeping that arrogant head of hers as thick and hardened as pure titanium. When all was said and done, she retired over to her corner, now awaiting the entrance of her opponent.
