For ten days, a mystery account had been dropping hints about something in LAW, a sign that something was coming, and the LAW universe was abuzz with all sorts of rumors. Some of them just thought it was about the upcoming event, corny-but-cute Nightmare on LAW Street, and were content just to leave it there, but still others wondered if there wasn’t more to it, with some of them seeing it as the debut of a new, fresh face in LAW. Others still wondered if a random rumor from months ago was true, that word of a certain pint-sized terror leaving Ring Dream might have had some validity.
Well, they would wonder no more.
The LAW crowd found themselves waiting, anticipating the next match on an exciting episode of LAW’s flagship show, when the lights suddenly turned off and blanketed them in darkness. The crowd grew restless, confused, not sure what to expect, and these feelings weren’t abated when a dreary blue light came up on the top of the entrance ramp. A fog emanated from beneath the curtains and poured out over the metal while three silhouettes appeared in the gloom - two men stood with guitars in hand, while one woman hung in the back by the drums. The lights grew with each passing second, revealing their identities: BlazeWave, LAW’s house band.
Willy stood there, tuning up his guitar, dressed up like Frankenstein. All of the gray, rooting skin, the bolts coming out of his skull. Theo wore the guise of the wolfman, complete with a matching mask and hair pouring out of his leather jacket. And there was Lucy in the back, with all the trappings of a lethal vampiress - the black, flowing gown, the razor-sharp nails, the wild dark hair, and no small amount of cleavage.
”Ready!” Theo held his hand up high. ”One, two, one, two, three, go!”
BlazeWave burst into a thrashing opening, going wild on their instruments. They’d had dubious results in the ring, but there wasn’t any denying their musical prowess, as they churned out a haunting theme, one that anyone familiar with old school cartoons would find all-too familiar.
It’s Terror Time, Again
You hear the wind begin to howl
You know there's zombies on the prowl!”
A fourth figure came out from the shadows, appearing from them like they were a cloak she could shed at will. Her dark figure was hard to spot as it raced towards the ring, so small, moving so quickly, darting about like a wild animal. The only thing they could seen through the flashing lights was what she wore on her face - a hockey mask with a bloody streak going down the side.
”It's terror time again
They got you running through the night
It's terror time again
And you just might die of fright
It's a terrifying time!”
She darted into the ring, moving so fast that her momentum carried her toward the center. Rising slowly as the lights grew brighter, she reached down, pulled her mask away, and brought her face to the light, revealing…
...!
The crowd went wild as the tiny starlet danced around the ring, beaming at the sight of the young wrestler, knowing what her presence here meant. There had long been speculation on where Halloween Sonohara would end up after her Ring Dream contract ended, and now it seemed as if all that talk could be put to rest. The Scream Queen, Día De Los Muertes, 103 pounds of Latino-Japanese fury, and she had a microphone in her hand. ”Well, well, wellwellwellwellwell!” She spun about the ring, whipping her wild pigtails about as the crowd chanted. ”Now, that’s a reception! Looks like I’ve got some horror fans in the audience, huh? Let me hear a scream, Japan!” She held the microphone out and winced as they gave her an ear-rattling shriek. Good energy here. She was feeling it.
”That’s right, Japan! Halloween Sonohara is officially in L! A! W!” She pumped her fist with every letter, spelling it out with the audience. ”One of Japan’s hottest free agents is no longer free. Sign, sealed, delivered. But here’s the million dollar question - why LAW? Why not go back to Mexico? Why not try her luck in the States? I mean, aside from the fat stack of cash they threw at me.” She hit the nearest camera with a quick wink, before spinning back to the people. ”Could say it’s for the competition. Want to test myself against the best in the world. Could say it’s for the belts. Maybe I want to take a crack at the lightweight belt, finally knock Rose Gold off her high horse. But, really, end of the day, I came over because there’s one woman I want to wrestle. Someone I’ve been hungry for since my career started, the one person I’ve been itching to go up against, but never had the chance…”
The crowd began to spew out a dozen names as speculation went wild. Some of the best in the lightweight division, names that Halloween had never heard of, dream matches, the kind of fantasy picks that drove the forums wild. She appreciated the enthusiasm, but she didn’t hear the correct answer from anyone. They were all aiming too low, thinking she would want a match with someone in her own division. Not the case.
She brought a finger to her lips and leaned forward as the crowd grew silent - as silent as you could ever expect thousands of people to get.
”I. Want. Death Bunny.”
