Victory Stipulations: Pinfall, Submission, or KO.
***
On the surface, everything was normal for Army as he came out of the gorilla position. He was all smiles, waving to the crowd as his played, still in good shape, and it wasn’t a total act. He was enjoying his time in LAW so far. Catching up with old friends, making new ones, tangling with some familiar faces, falling into the grind of matches just like he’d done a couple years ago. It was all good, fun stuff.
But here, today, he was having a small problem. Not a big deal, but it had to do with who he was up against: Fang. Or, as she was also known, Candace Lewis.
It was that last name that he had a problem with. Back in his old federation, they’d love to put him in these family feud type matches, trying to stir the pot and get him, his sister, and his cousins into some big multi-person match. It never worked out, and it was sort of annoying that it seemed like LAW was following the same habits. He didn’t know her, didn’t have any problem with her, didn’t want to have any problems with her. You could just have a match with people, not everything had to lead into something serious.
Whatever. It was just window dressing, something to get the internet talking. He’d seen enough of Candace in action to know that it shouldn't be too big of a deal. He had no plans on acting like an asshole, she seemed cool enough.
Just be cool.
That was the mindset he had as he made his way into the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope and popping to his feet with a single, swift motion. He marched towards his corner with his fists held high, grabbed the ropes, and proceeded to do some quick stretches, trying to get nice and limber before they kicked things off.
Army, ready to go.
