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Match Type
No Disqualification
Victory Conditions
Pinfall, Submission, or KO
***
Aizen Yuzuriha was in a good mood.Match Type
No Disqualification
Victory Conditions
Pinfall, Submission, or KO
***
Granted, you could be forgiven for not knowing that, seeing as he did absolutely nothing to show that to the world. It was the start of another episode of LAW, and he was coming out to the ring to kick things off in his usual style. His theme music played, the man himself came strolling out to the ring with his usual style - an unflinching, focused march to the ring, all business, no detours, no high-fives. He was the same stodgy, focused fighter that they all had come to expect, even with his relatively few appearances on the brand. A focused, honed warrior.
But inside, he was quite happy - or, at least as close as a guy like him could get to that notion. It had taken him a little while, but he’d finally managed to get what he wanted out of LAW - a No DQ match.
While Aizen had no qualms doing standard matches, there was no getting around the fact that, at heart, he was a street fighter. That was where he came up, struggling in some for the dirtiest alleys and dirtiest fighters Japan had to offer. He’d come to LAW in hopes of wideneding his pool of opponents in ways he couldn't have dreamt of before, but he well recognized that would come with certain limits, that he would, perhaps, not always find himself in the kind of environments he might have liked. That he would have to fight in a sterile ring, with set rules, and a referee to confine him.
He accepted that. He didn’t like it, but he accepted it. It didn’t mean he couldn't fight for more, though, and after a solid month of pushing with management - ‘pestering’, as they would’ve called it - he had what he desired most: A No Disqualifications match. As close to a street fight as one could get without going to the actual street. An anywhere goes match, with the referee only present for the falls.
It was his wheelhouse, and knowing that management would indulge him in such things was almost enough to make him smile.
He didn’t, mind you. But it came close.
That being said, the one worry in his mind was who his opponent would be. He knew that LAW was host to some rather colorful characters, and while he’d made piece with the fact that he would have to deal with some of the less professional wrestlers that the place had to offer, he still held out hope for things to remain mostly serious, not wanting to spend too much time dealing with unserious opponents. A quick thought back to his first match dispelled those fears, however. Wyvern had a been truly worthy opponent, one of the best he’d ever faced despite the match being sadly cut short, and he was already looking forward to their rematch. He could afford to have a little faith.
Confident, driven, and focused, he made his way through the ropes and took his place in the corner, where he did some last minute stretching while the music died down.
