Falls are gained via: Pin, Submission, Climax.
L.A.W was ready to debut another rookie, none other than Evelyn Fallanger, or Miss Fallacy. After dreams of making it within a big promotion, from a little girl glued to the TV, to the indie gigs she did not too long ago, to her arrival in L.A.W - the stars had aligned for this rough talent, but... She couldn’t deny she was a little anxious…-ly excited! While confided in her dressing room, she performed several stretches, listening to rock to amp herself up. She was dressed in an American themed outfit. An ocean blue cropped jacket with a red stripe along the shoulders, hemline, down the sleeves, and filling the coat's interior. Her semi-scantily clad top and bottoms were spangled with red and white stripes, bolstering stars - representing her homeland. Brown leather gloves, the right arm bearing a brown sleeve that hugged her forearm, a loose brown buckled belt sat on her hips. And doing up her hair, she created a flower-like display of hair in the back, sticking up like ivory petals while the majority was draped down one side, swinging like a fluid stream of pearl.
“Alright, me, you got this. You gotta go out there, wear down whatever small-fry they throw at you, and get two wow-looking falls. It’ll be easy peasy. They got nothing on me, yeah!”
She slapped her cheeks in tandem, then finger-gunned the mirror with one hand by her hip, the other arm extended outward, poking the glass. Beaming at her reflection, she took a deep breath. A knock on the door beckoned her attention, “Yeah?” She said, “They’re ready for you, Evelyn!”
“You worked hard for this. We can’t let anyone down.”
Satisfied with her pep-talk, she left the room, strutting towards the ring. A mindset swelled with confidence. She couldn’t wait to get things started, prancing her way onto the rampway, perfectly timed for the starting thumps of her chosen song: This is It.
“This is a Best Two out of Three Match. Introducing first, making her debut from Venice Beach, California... Miss…. Fallacy!”
The audience cheered. Their approval was like candy to the rookie. Enthralled by it, she jumped with glee, trying to capture their attention with a small sway of the hips, raising a finger straight above her head, then strutting down the rampway. Skipping to one side, she waved some more, granting a few high-fives before doing the same on the other side. Executing a lap around the ring, she marched up the steps, turning towards the crowd where she gave them two finger-guns, one by her hip, the other arm outstretched, replicate to the mirror gesture. Once she finished her little theatrics, she slipped between the middle and top rope, scaling a turnbuckle where she waved one more time, just as her music faded.
“I promise it’ll be a good show!” She yelled, albeit unsure if anyone heard, so she dropped down afterward, turning around as her theme died down. Now… She waited for her opponent, hopping up and down in her corner.
Miss Fallacy

