An open thread is one people can insert their characters into at will. A PM headsup to me before hand would be appreciated, but not required. Feel free to see how the thread itself folds out if your unsure about what it will involve. One character per person please.
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Another lovely evening on August 2nd, and the crowd of LAW was in a rambunctious mood. They had reason to be; the performers of LAW had been busting their ass not only to reclaim top positions in relation to most active, but in the recent qualification series for the newly unveiled middleweight tournament, serious competition was at an all time high. Anywhere else, and the title would have simply been given out to the greatest brown-noser. With such organisation, only the most fitting would come out as champ, earning the love and respect of not only the crowd, but the locker room itself.
For reasons like that, it was easy to understand why initially one possible contender was somewhat irate. She had missed it. And with it, the chance to become the first big name within LAW.
Still, opportunities presenting themselves, said figure was more than happy to use this now closed qualification series as a means to wile up the competition in her own favour. And perhaps just maybe, enter herself into said lists of big names. Furious at first that she had missed the qualifiers, said figure was now shaking with excitement, over what she believed to be the greatest idea she'd possibly ever had.
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The lights of the LAW arena dimming after a already action packed card, the crowd would be left both eager and perplexed as to what was about to occur, given no warning had been given pre-card.
In the midst of the silence, a lowly tune would begin to beat, silencing the crowd as all the signs of an entrance were made apparent.
The moment the guitars began to blaze, the owner of said theme appeared, as Italian prize fighter Diana Accera appeared on the ramp with arms wide; her first official appearance in LAW itself!
Whilst Cage The Beast continued to roar, the Italian began her powerful, confident strut down to the ring; the fans who recognised the Italian from past endeavours smiling and roaring with the beat. Sliding her figure in between the ropes and coming to her feet quickly, clad as ever in her signature wrestling attire, Diana quickly signalled for a microphone as the crowd continued to roar, with the Italian apparently making no efforts to waste time.
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"But worry not. That's what I say." Again lowering her microphone as she smirked, Diana believed it was time to immediately cut to her plot, without even really introducing herself to the members of the crowd who didn't know her. "You see, this whole tourney thing is gonna crown the first middleweight champion. But here's the thing. Whose gonna fight her first? Right?" Tilting her head as if she was asking a serious question, the uncharacteristically cheery Diana's voice carried with it a tone of anticipation. "Are we gonna have another tourney? Figure out who gets the run at the first champ?"
"Nah. Of course not. Know why?"
A final lowering of the microphone, Diana took a deep breath, as she prepared to speak her next words with much more volume, and her characteristically stern voice.
"Number one contender? YOUR FUCKING LOOKING AT IT...!"
Dropping her microphone as her smile went straight across from ear to ear, Diana couldn't help but part her arms wide, as if offering a posture that symbolised the words 'and what?'
The crowd itself was left stunned. How the hell could a wrestler, one who had yet to even debut in LAW itself, declare themselves as the first to have a shot at a belt yet to even be given? Whats more, with a tournament in place, that effectively on its own built a pecking order of sorts who would be given a shot at the belt? And how the hell would the locker room respond to such a declaration?
In truth, it was mostly the latter that interested Diana. She wasn't the sort of idiot who actually believed her declaration carried any merit; she knew for a fact she wasn't legitimately the #1 contender. But she also knew that in wrestling, the mere declaration of such was enough to create a stir.
And hopefully piss off the competition.
