Winner is decided by pinfall, knockout, or submission.
As far as introductory matches went, Cyrus figured it was pretty normal. A standard match vs a woman, which he admittedly hadn’t fought many of, but he figured that this particular woman, the Sea Serpent, would prove more than a challenge than any of his previous opponents.
For one thing, his usual forte, karate was pretty cut and dry. Score points, you win. Hits below the waist don’t count, and all that. Here it was a little more.. intense, and it got a LOT more personal. Was that a bad thing? He didn’t think so. Cyrus thought it would be a pretty good experience, and wasn’t particularly daunted by the thought of the much larger crowds. For another thing however.. came to the matter of his opponent. So far what he had seen of her was pretty amazing, an MMA fighter who could back up her track record pretty well. He can’t deny he was interested in her to say the very least.. and then came the theme. He didn’t have one yet, music hadn’t been his forte and LAW had relegated himself to something a little basic. Nevertheless, he’d tie his hair back up with a red band, and walk into the arena.
And now.. a former karate champion.. with roots in Japan and England, standing at 6’5 and 238lbs.. I bring to you.. OSIRIS!!
This, at least, he was used to. Stepping into the crowd, the one who named himself after a god of death had a surprisingly sunny smile on his face, Cyrus making his way towards the ring. There was a generally positive reception as many didn’t know what to make of him yet, but there were also many who swooned at the sight of him. He’d take the mic, addressing the crowd.
”Now then.. this thing on? Yeah, its on.
And you know what else is on? This match! It may be my first one, and I may be against someone who looks like she could be an absolute beast in the ring, but I’m fully ready to give it my all and snatch away victory from this Sea Serpents maw!!”
Dropping the mic, he’d sigh of relief a little. He really didn’t like playing up to the crowd, felt a little bit self conscious there. Climbing to the side of the ring, he’d lean against the ropes, taking off his shirt to reveal a very well built body, muscular with cut abs. As he’d toss it away, he’d have a smaller smile, swinging into the ring and leaning against his corner, before moving to the centre of the ring, awaiting his opponent in nothing but his red pants and armguards, ready to start his debut!