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, they will be disqualified after a ten count. 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.
Spoiler
"...Making her debut, hailing from Dublin, Ireland...THE WICKED...WRESTLING...WITCH OF THE WOODS...standing at 5'3 and weighing in at 129 lbs.......BEATRIX...BRIAR..."
A black haze of smoke billows into the audience as the lights dim. This eerie, unsettling feeling overtakes the audience as fear is instilled within everyone. No amount of light could shine through the blackened smog that filled the arena. It was as if everyone had been cast into an endless dark abyss, surrounded by the sounds of terrifying, eldritch-like woodland creatures until an explosion when off in the center of the ring, a green light cast down from above to show the figure responsible...The WITCH herself...Beatrix...
Spoiler

She arrives in the ring, a low green light illuminating her figure as she speaks, addressing EVERYONE in the auditorium with her malicious tone, sending chills down the spines of every spectator there. "Know now...meager flies and wretches of LAW...you are in the presence of a witch who hails from the Emerald Isle...you speak not when I am here, you shall only listen lest I cut your tongues from your throats and bewitch you with my endless number of spells. I am Beatrix Briar...scourge of the woods, devastator of heroes, and the unrivaled spellcasting enchantress of LAW." She spoke with a strange, arcane tone...It was as if she was casting a hex over the people while belittling and intimidating them. No one said a word. Not even a single sound interrupted the witch out of fear of incurring her wrath...she was in complete control. Darkness loomed over LAW as the pitch-black fog encapsulated the people within its dark clutches, filling them with dread and hopelessness. They were captured like lambs to the slaughter, held hostage as the witch continued.
"Beware one and all who dare to remain in my presence. Witness the birth of LAW's most terrifying villain yet...Hold thy tongues and look upon my visage with despair, for no man, woman, or child could hope to comprehend my magnificence...nor my malevolence...I am the witch who shall cast a curse over all of you miserable, feeble miscreants. Send forth one of your greatest champions, and what as I rend their flesh from their bodies and cast them in the boiling pits of my cauldron, set ablaze by my wicked flames and tonics...COME FORTH, whoever is so brave as to face me. But let it be known...this battle will be enshrouded within a briar of darkness...One that you cannot HOPE to pierce with a meager effort. If anyone dares to step forward and challenge me, I will ensure that your soul will NEVER reach the afterlife. So think carefully before you act...because this may be the last mistake you will EVER make..."



