Match Type: "Standard."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or 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
"...Entering first, hailing from Toulouse, France...standing at 5'0 and weighing in at 110 lbs...THE DEADLY 'SPIDER LILY'...EMELIE DE TOUSSAINT!!!!"
...so there she was...standing at the top of the entryway, a cold and lifeless look in her eyes, a bored and unenthusiastic expression on her face, the stoicism speaking volumes while she herself remained silent. Clad in her customized gi made as a gift from her mentor Rose Gold, Emelie would take the former lightweight champion's advice into account. While she did not have to be friendly, she must at least be amicable...win people over, even if only to stab them in the back later on. Allow them to feel a moment of warmth before freezing them where they stand. Let them get to know the mask before you show them your true colors. The Frenchwoman would walk down the aisle, the crowd's cheers and hollers falling on deaf ears as she tuned them out, giving little focus to anything other than the fight ahead of her. Once inside, she stood in the center of the ring, the audience sat back in an unamused state, soft whispers and murmurs echoing throughout the arena as people waited for the spider-themed judoka to make a move, any move, SOMETHING-...
They all wanted it...wanted HER...to see something new, something different. So, she'd give them exactly that. Emelie took a deep breath and gave a slight pose, looking like a Vogue fashion model with how she carried herself, jutting her hips out toward one side, placing her hands at her sides, and tossing a cursory glance at the camera for a brief moment, her uninterested and stoic expression making waves as it left the crowd feeling intimidated with a bit of an excited amount of shock.
Spoiler
After she was done giving her dues to the audience, Emelie would slowly make her way toward the corner, resting down upon both knees, hands in her lap and eyes closed as she waited patiently for her foe to arrive.