Match Type
Standard
Victory Conditions
Pinfall, Submission, or KO
***
It was a shame, truly, but Minami had left Maria no choice. She’d presented the woman with a perfectly reasonable offer, saving a spot for her on the Fallen Angels, but for whatever reason - call it pride, call it distrust, call it simple stupidity - the Venus of Submissions had turned it. As such, Maria had to make an example out of her, to show any other potential recruits the dangers of refusing this golden opportunity. It was nothing personal, strictly business.
But, of course, Minami wouldn’t see it that way, retaliation was required, and here they were.
The object of their hate came through the curtains soon enough, as Maria strode her way down the ramp. She wasn’t alone, as per usual, but this time she wasn’t accompanied by the Silent Killer - no, Zero was nowhere to be found. Instead, none other than Freia Kagami herself walked at her side.
Maria and Freia
”I can’t imagine why.” Freia tossed her long, flowing hair back and flashed a wicked smile towards a particularly vehement fan near the bottom of the entrance ramp. ”Still surprised you wanted me out here and not your little cuddle buddy.” She thumbed to the back, where a surlier-than-usual Zero Kotobuki was waiting. ”Not too late to switch.”
Maria simply chuckled and waved off the idea. ”She’ll be fine there, just this once.” She made her way up the steps as Freia took up position around the ring, leaning up against the apron. ”Minami had a rather strong reaction when she learned you were involved. I think she’ll love the opportunity to share those opinions straight to your face.”
If Freya was bothered by that prospect, she didn’t show it on her face, staying calm at ringside with her usual knowing smirk. She didn’t have anything to worry about - after all, Maria was the one who’d be taking on one of the greatest submission wrestlers in Japan. A daunting task, but the challenge and potential made for an exciting prospect. Beating Minami - better yet, making her submit - would be a wonderful feather in her cap, the perfect addition to her resume.
As her music died down, she took up her position in the far corner and leaned against it like it was a street lamp. Reserving her energy, knowing she would need it quite soon.