Victory Conditions: Gained by either pin, KO, or submission from the opponent.
Normal rules apply.
"Umm..." A backstage worker was at loss as she looked at the newest wrestler in LAW, Micaiah Wilson, who was smoking a cigarette while waiting at the gorilla position. While the area wasn't strictly a non-smoking area, some nearby areas were, and the smoke might trigger the fire alarm if it traveled to that area. "M-Miss Wilson, w-will you... umm..."
Micaiah, who puffed out a cloud of smoke, looked at the worker and frowned. "What do you want?" She asked gruffly. She didn't like it when someone bothered her when she was smoking.
"W-we don't want the smoke to trigger the fire alarm, so please, umm... n-no smoking?" The worker asked uncertainly.
"..." Micaiah stared at the worker and then at her cigarette. And then, she sighed before she squished the butt of the cigarette under her boot. "There. Satisfied?"
"Umm... thank you. We appreciate your cooperation, Miss Wilson. And good luck," the worker said before she walked off.
Micaiah let out a huff before she asked another nearby worker to hand over a perfume to cover the smell of cigarette. Then, she nonchalantly tossed the perfume aside as she would wait for her cue to enter.
Well, perhaps that's how things go in big leagues like LAW. Back in the indie, she could literally smoke a box of cigarette and nobody would bat an eye. Micaiah didn't feel like complaining, because she didn't want to cause any ruckus while she was contracted here in LAW. After all, they paid her good sum of money here.
When her music was played, Micaiah prepared herself before she stepped onstage, walking nonchalantly down the ramp, heading over to the ring. The crowd seemed divided whether to cheer or boo her, considering that not many of them were familiar with her. Still, she was craving for some cancer stick, so she took out the stick from between her cleavage, but she didn't light it up because she didn't want the ringside crew to bother her.
Micaiah Wilson
