Victory Conditions: Gained by either pin, KO, or submission from the opponent.
Normal rules apply.
Yuki Kaneko stared down at the blue and yellow mask he held delicately in his hands. To him, the object was worth more than his own life. Simply holding it filled him with an overwhelming sense of awe...and nervousness. He'd visited his brother in the hospital earlier today, explaining this was his first official match in the notorious LAW federation. His sibling had reacted positively, beaming at him and giving him an encouraging thumbs up! "Super jealous, I never got to wrestle there myself! Go show them the might of Blue Thunder Mask, Yuki!"
Hearing those words only added to the immense pressure that weighed down upon his shoulders...but he couldn't let that shake him. Not tonight. Not for his debut in new territory. He'd heard the other girl he was facing with a newcomer too, but the name rang a distant bell in his head...Sonic Knight? It gnawed at him like a dog chewing a bone, but he had to put the thought aside for the time-being. Staring at himself in the mirror, wearing his blue and yellow trunks with chaps that exposed his thighs, along with matching boots and wrist bands. He pulled at the neck band he wore to make certain it was secure, along with the bands he'd tied onto his elbows to test if they were tight enough.
Now just one final touch...the mask. He laid it across his face and fixed it on, clapping his cheeks tight before curling his fists into knuckles to psyche himself up. "Perfect." At that moment, a knock on his locker room door signalled the cue to prepare for his entrance. "Let's go bring the thunder." Emerging into the corridor leading down to the entrance ramp, he heard the sound of his name being chanted by devoted fans who had come to their first LAW show just to cheer him on...no pressure...no pressure....none whatsoever...
Blue Thunder Mask

Arriving at the ring, he seized the bottom ropes with both hands and pulled himself up onto the side. And then, shifting his hands to the top ropes, he leapt over them to roll into the ring and to the centre, crouching as he gave a fist pump in salute to the crowd. The weather forecast predicted a storm with imminent thunder, and he was going to make sure it was 100% accurate. Getting back onto his feet, he stepped to the corner and awaited the arrival of his opponent, bending his arms and legs with some light stretches before she arrived...
