Victory Conditions: Pinfall, submission, or KO. Falls Count Anywhere.
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Sheila Morgan stood in the gorilla position for the first time in just over two months, getting her last minute stretches in before her next match. She hadn't even been back in the country for all that long, having just returned from a little sabbatical back in Australia, before they slotted her in a new match up against some chick who’d come in while she was out. Not that she minded it, really. After spending weeks taking it easy and traveling and checking up on old friends, it would be good to get her hands dirty again. Get in the thick of it.
But the craziest things about it all? She’d fucking missed Japan.
About a year ago, she wouldn’t have believed that was even possible. She’d grown up in the bush, in the stick, in the dirt, and Tokyo was about the furthest thing from that you could imagine. It was clean and proper, it was clean streets and uncluttered sidewalks. It was a garbage man that actually showed up when he was supposed to and a trip down the road where you didn't have to worry too much about hitting a wild animal. It wasn’t her, and acclimating had been…difficult.
But she did. Somehow. And now that she was finally back, back in the shininess and cleanliness and the glamour of it all, she had to admit, she’d kind of missed it. Maybe it was a sign she was getting soft, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
She was damn sure she knew how to feel about what was coming next, though.
came blaring out over the speakers and Sheila came storming out of the curtains a moment later, making her return to a round of raucous applause. While she’d never been a fan favorite exactly, she’d gained a good reputation with hardcore wrestling, and creating destruction wherever she went. She wasn’t boring, which was what the fans ultimately cared about, and that wasn’t about to change tonight.
After slapping a few hands, Sheila slid in under the bottom rope, popped up to her feet, dashed across the ring and hopped up on the middle turnbuckle, where she could get a good view of the arena, really appreciate the view. She breathed deep, threw her mane back, and let out a roar cry as the adrenaline flow through her, her body already entering fight mode.
Now, she just needed an opponent, and she wouldn’t have to wait too long for one…
Sheila Morgan, back in action
