Victory Conditions: Pinfall, submission, or KO
***
Zen was not enjoying his time at LAW. Frankly, he was coming to the conclusion that he’d been sold a bill of bad goods.
When he first joined LAW, he was told that this would be the prime place for competition, that he would fight the absolute best in the world. He was sold on the promise of stiff competition. Of fighters, legit fighters, who could push him to the absolute limits. Of a crucible.
That was not what LAW had been, in his experience. While he knew and expected the league would have its fair share of lesser individuals, he thought that he would, at some point, get to the cream of the crop and be able to fight some of the best fighters in the world. So far, that hadn't happened. Thus far, LAW had only seen fit to provide him with two opponents. There was Trixie, a clown - a literal clown - who, to be fair, was far more formidable than he would’ve expected. Then there was WYVERN, talented and strong, but also MIA for the time being.
And that was it. They had left him high and dry ever since, refusing multiple requests for a worthy opponent. Ignoring him. Aizen wasn’t a prideful man, but he valued his time, and he was beginning to believe it would be better spent elsewhere.
He was on the verge of making his resignation known and dealing with whatever blowback he got from the canceled contract when, like a miracle, they finally remembered his cell phone number and gave him a match. It wasn’t even by design, really - one of their wrestlers had come down with COVID at the least minute, and they needed a last-minute fill-in. But, on the off chance that this ‘Erika Lavoy’ lived up to her hype, he was willing to give it a shot—one more.
His doubts could be seen on his face as he came out of from behind the curtain and made his way down the ramp, his playing in the background as he descended. The audience didn’t react much to him, which he cared nothing about, beyond the fact that it showed just how he’d been underused since he came here.
He did his best to not think about it as he made his way into the ring and took his spot in the corner. He leaned up against the pads and focused on his breathing exercises, making sure his raging mind was under control. If this was to be his last match with the company, then he was going to end it quick, with minimal delay.
Aizen is ready.
