Rules: As such, these are the stuff that can lead to a disqualification and forfeiture of the match:
Objects and other gadgets cannot be used in any way to harm the opponent 'inside the ring' - nor can they be brought into the ring, low blows and eye raking will also not be forgiven if the referee sees any one committing such an act. In addition, rope-breaking is maintained. If any wrestler falls out of the ring, they has until the referee counts to ten to return, if the other wrestler goes down, the count restarts and applies to both.
Win by: Sumision, pinfall, nockout, count 10.
This is the kind of thing they specify in their contract and expect them to patronise them and understand you.
"*Snif* Hhm!..." She was already in the Gorilla Position, and yet, no matter how much she convinced herself that this was a good tactic to deal with her traumas, nothing in her validated the proposition. The very idea of dealing with a bigger, stronger, more muscular opponent made her wish she'd kept working in a cafe instead of giving in to the possibilities of wrestling.
"Ready, set. We start in 15 seconds!" She was warned, and with that she bit her lips and nodded to the supervisor behind her before she started hopping from one foot to the other, pushing herself to do it from deep within, she can, she knows enough to try, she has to try, what's the worst that could happen? But anyone would notice that she is whiter than usual and that her eyes look desperate and tired.
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4...!
3...!
2...!
And BOOM! Their musical cue began, reverberating throughout the stadium like a bell that increasingly churns and becomes an incentive for the opening cheers of excitement at every match. And it was at the most explosive point when the pub faction's most affectionate wrestler pranced through the curtains of the ramp with arms outstretched in excitement - and anxiety.
"FOR YOU. WITH A HEIGHT OF 165 CENTIMETRES!! ... A WEIGHT OF 51.2 KILOS! AND A LOT OF ENERGY TO GIVE!!! SONATAAAA!!!... MMMOOOOOOOOON!!"
The ashen-haired girl was walking up the stairs when the announcer finished her part. She had shaken hands and high-fived the spectators on either side of the rail, and had also waved like a little girl to some spectators in the distance. And once inside the ring, the little Snowcat climbed up to her corner and arched in a very dramatic fashion with her hands open on either side, shaking them upwards to the cheers of the crowd - because she was really going to need it and she knows it.
Sonata's gear

