Match Type: "Apartment Wrestling + Smother"
The win condition is to KO your opponent or force them to submit via a Smother move. There are no disqualifications, and the opponent must be rendered fully unconscious or willingly tap out to a Smother-based move. Any pinfalls, submission tap-outs, or physical knockouts will not be counted.
Apartment Style Match: The match must take place in an apartment or other home/residence, and the fighters are to wrestle on top of a wrestling mat. Rules are more lenient than normal.
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Outside apartment complex '3-5-2', a German woman stepped out of her high-class, luxury sedan after pulling into the lot. It was the middle of the day, and the sun was out and high up into the partly cloudy sky. The woman, Lynda Jäger, was dressed head-to-toe in nice-looking clothing, and not just the typical "mall boutique nice"...her clothing appeared to be FAR more luxurious, nothing short of "real-deal, high-end, quality nice". She had this killer gaze with her soft baby-blue eyes. Her blonde hair was done up and tied together nicely in a ponytail with blue-streaked highlights at the end of it. Lynda was sporting this classy, well-tailored, all-black outfit consisting of a long-sleeved wool turtleneck, an open-flapped long skirt, a matching handbag, and a pair of black loafers that served as a combination between form and function. She looked like a total knockout, someone who commanded respect and made her presence known by just the sound of her footsteps alone...a real femme-fatale type woman. "So, THIS is where I'll be doing battle today? Intriguing. Today is already shaping up to be an interesting day. Time to make the most of it." She said, walking around to the back of her car, popping open the trunk, and taking out a black suitcase.
With her belongings in tow, she walks up to the apartment complex, riding the elevator up a few floors before reaching the fourth one. She walks along the balcony overlooking the lot below to the designated apartment number listed in the email that she was sent the previous night, arriving in front of a door with a matching placard on it with the number '451' etched in deeply. "And here we are." She said, reaching into her handbag and taking out a key that she picked up earlier, sent straight to her door for this purpose alone. She opens the door and enters to a pretty spacious living room area. While not to her tastes, the German woman was thoroughly attracted to the quaint and comfortable Japanese-centric living space. "Ah, how lovely, but this isn't the place...where is...Ah, there we are." She said.
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After admiring the living room for a bit, the woman would spot another room further down where the main bedroom would be. She walks down and opens the door to be greeted with another interesting sight. Instead of a bed, a tv, a dresser, and maybe a few nightstands...the typical furnishings for a bedroom...Lynda looked around to see nothing but a small portion of smooth, hardwood flooring. The room's surface was mainly encompassed by a large section of thick, black polyethylene foam wrestling mats with padding that lined the walls as well.
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THIS was apartment wrestling...it was a concept that seemed both perplexing and simple to Lynda. It was something that she believed to only exist on...specific websites tailored to adult-rated content...but this was a part of LAW's category of match types. How intriguing...Two or more people show up at a home residence and wrestle in the gear of their choice, typically bikini, leotards, or something of the sort. Furthermore, they were to wrestle on top of some standard, shock-absorbing foam wrestling mats. After desiring to 'experiment' with her wrestling, she signed up for a match with an anonymous opponent,. This would make for an interesting match-up as neither woman would know who they would be facing, leading to nobody having an advantage by studying up on their foe. Now that she was with LAW, this was a chance to experiment with certain types of wrestling. Lynda had to admit the idea of tangling with another woman in a more private and intimate setting was...somewhat appealing, tantalizing even...Without further ado, the German woman gathered her things and began to change clothes, wanting to swap from her classy attire into her new set of gym-appropriate gear. A simple one-piece leotard with elbow pads, kneepads, and matching boots, all of these articles of gear and clothing matching colors with her usual ring attire. Now that she was dressed for the occasion, all she could do now...was wait.
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