Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or Knockout. No Disqualifications or Countouts.
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Only a few scant minutes were between Leona and her untimely demise. She'd be broken. Ripped in half. Blown up. Deep fried! Whatever else happened in hardcore matches. Having never been in one, she didn't quite know actually. And it wasn't like she'd watched that many either. Her off-work self was far too squeamish. But! They had to be called that for a reason.
Was it a cruel bit of hazing, sticking her in such a match? Throw a new girl into the maw of whoever her opponent would be? An opponent she had no idea what to expect from. Leona always did her due diligence and researched her opponents so she could perform at her best. The lack of info surrounding her debut foe didn't help steady her thoroughly rattled nerves. She could barely fasten her boots in the locker room!
What if… What if the match type was her opponent's idea and she just happened to be slotted into it? Oh god. They could be a blood-craving psycho! It wasn't like she could turn down her debut match though… Crouched down and hugging her knees, Leona was simulating an earthquake with how violently she was shaking.
“Your music is about to hit. We have a schedule to keep so get ready.” The sudden attention ended Leona's soul from her body.
“On it!” Squeaking as she shot up, she gave an affirmative salute to the stagehand that alerted her. Then a thumbs up when they stared at her. An attempted fist bump punctuated the series of unreciprocated gestures. Leona watched the staff member walk away, her shoulder slumping. “I should've called sis…”
Leona didn't want to bother her when she knew she'd be too nervous to speak properly. She shouldn't need help calming down either. What was the point in joining LAW just to cower like a baby? Crying could wait. She needed to be strong. At least, her wrestling persona did. Clutching her mask tighter in her gloved hand, she began to secure it around her head as she headed out of the gorilla position.
The noise was… a lot. Indecipherable. Her music. The sounds of the audience. It made her pause on her way out the curtain and towards the ramp. So many people, all looking at her.
Entrance Music
Wrestling Outfit
Getting into the ring through the ropes, she climbed the turnbuckles to greet the audience better. She kept the showboating to a minimum, her eyes focusing on the entrance. Outmatching her opponent was the only thing she needed to be concerned about.