Falls count anywhere match.
Victory is gained when one of the wrestlers is knocked out, pinned or made to submit.
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La Dama del Loba. Wolf lady. Charlie had been slotted against a luchadora, new talent- but of course he was far newer than she was in terms of LAW. In truth, the raunchier style of wrestling this division offered was always something Charlie had wanted to try, but he had gotten hitched pretty quick and his girlfriend and later, fiance was rather strict about it, so he had abstained from it.
However, he figured- this was fair game. Not that he expected it to get lewd but.. as he sat on his chair, slipping his reading glasses on, Charlie would finally notice that Loba had a promotion of sorts- in the Kings and Queens tournament. He wanted to join that one, but in retrospect, he had been a little rusty. Acknowledging that, Charlie figured that he would most definitely be using the wolf as a whetstone to sharpen his blade on.
And then he’d click the promo here, wrinkling his face up.”
”Alright, let’s see here.. dios mio..”
He’d chuckle a little bit at the sight. The video showed Loba howling- straight up HOWLING at the crowd, and proclaiming herself and matches as a way to determine the Alpha of the Ring. He was not sure if he had the courage to straight up howl like that, but he could respect it. She wasn’t built like a traditional wrestler either, not skinny and lean, or even muscular and a tank. No, she was thicc.
“Couldn’t have asked for a better oppo-“
CRASHhhhHhHhHHH
Door slammed open and a wild fan of his had barged in. He recognised him from his younger days, always around him and betting on him.
“.. Jimmy? What are you doing here?”
Jimmy, the wide eyed skinny, kinda freckled guy was half breathless. Charlie had no idea how the hell did he get past the security, but he was one of his older fans. Maybe a little dodgy, maybe a little bit of a scumbag, but he liked Jimmy. The guy used to sneak him snacks and drinks before a match, and that made him okay in his book.
“Ey, boss! Charlie! I wanted to come over here to congratulate you for your last match and getting back in the game.. but I passed the other lady’s locker rooms on my way here!”
“.. ah, you piece of shit.. you were peeking and want me to bail you out?”
.. he was very much tempted to ask what he saw, but against his hornier judgement, he didn’t. But Jimmy shook his head, raising his hand up and pressing his fingers together.
“No, no! That gal? Loba? She’s a real piece of work! She was talking shit about you! Saying you were outdated, you didn’t belong here and that you probably smell bad!”
Charlie had.. a temper. However, Charlie was also here to temper himself, and such childish insults.. he could take em. He’d put a hand to his cheek, looking a little put off.
“Really? I thought she seemed like a nice chica, but guess not. Aint no worries to me though, she can think what she wants.”
Jimmy was surprised. Here’s the deal- the sleazeball had a bet, a big one, and he wanted Charlie to win. After seeing Loba’s size and stats, he wasn’t sure of a win and needed the cash, so he made his way to the shark to rile him up. And so far it hadn’t worked cause after all, Charlie was here to try and improve at that very aspect of himself, but.. he was still Charlie, and Jimmy had a trump card. And he wasnt afraid to use it.
“Yeah! She said you deserved prison and your wife probably cheated with you because you were a lousy fuck! Even thought LAW shouldn’t have hired a scummy ex-con!”
Ooooh.. he went there.
Charlie was silent for a couple seconds. Jimmy could see the cloud forming on his face, going from a low cloud cover, to getting darker and stormier.. one could almost smell the scent of ozone.. and then egged him on.
“If it was me, boss, I wouldn’t take that lightly. Go and show her what’s what!”
Well, he succeeded. Before the wrestlers had even interacted, there was blood in the water. But issue is, only Charlie was aware about it. Shaking his head, he’d rise up and pull his mask over his face.. and then..
“I’m gonna kill er’ dead.”
His famous anger issues flared right back up, along with his accent. This had just gotten personal. Just his luck, the attendant came to him, and told him it was his time.
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In the arena, a rather interesting spectacle was being presented. Loba had arrived in the ring, but the door burst open. The first beats of the entrance music were being played and Charlie was already halfway through the arena, breaking into a rather athletic leap, clambering right up onto the ropes, swinging onto the stage and dropping down with a thud. His eyes met Loba’s- entering like a straight up demon from hell, bloody fangs embezzled across his chest, neck and maw, a powerful body and a muscular build overall..
His skin was shining with a golden sheen of sweat from the locker room (he hadn’t figured out the AC settings yet), and he’d lean right back against the ropes.
“Sound the bell, ref.. cause with this tubby wolf bitch, it’s on SIGHT!!”
And he didn’t wait for the bell to sound either. Bouncing straight off the ropes, he’d lunge like a bullet train, fully intent on shoulder bashing Loba right into her corner MERCILESSLY with a modified spear- a Harpoon to gut her right off the bat, aiming to sandwich her big, hefty and rather sexy body right between him and the turnbuckle-
As the crowd let out a violent roar of applause and boos alike, cause this was a start like no other!!
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