Victory Conditions: Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout.
***
Five minutes before a match, and here was Valerie, hanging in the gorilla position, doing research on her opponent by flipping through Wikipedia on her phone. Not an ideal situation.
There wasn’t much she could do about it, though. While she preferred to research her opponents extensively before each match, that wasn’t an option - LAW management had practically sprung this match on her at the last second. Apparently, the wrestler that her opponent was supposed to be facing had gotten into a car wreck on the way there, and was getting hospitalized. Instead of calling an audible, someone suggested she take their place. Valerie had just come to watch the show and take notes, not expecting actual competition, and since she liked to hang backstage while she watched and mingle with the crew during breaks, it was a case of being in the wrong place at the right time. Or the right place, depending on how well this match went.
Right now, she wasn’t too optimistic about that, though. She thumbed through Rey’s page, picking up what details she could. There wasn’t too much about his life growing up, but his career in LAW was documented well enough, showing some good wins. Going over his moves, she struck him as a strong type, technical, not too unlike herself, but you could never be too sure with luchadors - she remembered some of the previous Valley Doll’s forays into Mexico, seeing all the wild moves they could pull off. Even the ones who were on the heavier side never shied away from death-defying feats, and she doubted Rey would be an exception in that regard.
”Ms. Doll?” Someone from the ring crew poked her head around the corner. ”It’s almost time, we’re about to queue up your music. Are you ready?”
”No,” She sat her phone off to the side, tucking it in her bag along with the clothes she’d hurriedly changed out of just a few minutes ago. ”But let’s do this, anyway.”
Valerie was making her way down the ramp less than a minute later, marching forward as her blared all around her. The crowd responded more to her than they had before, and while she wasn’t fishing for responses, she would be lying if she said it wasn’t nice to be met with more than indifference. She gave the crowd a quick nod of appreciation before she set her focus fully where it needed to be - in the ring, on the match, towards her opponents.
Valerie broke into a quick run at the bottom of the rope, slid into the ring, and popped to her feet in a single bound near the center of the ring, getting her blood pumped in preparation. She made her way over to her corner, not missing a beat, and proceeded to get some stretches in while she waited for her opponent.
Valerie, ready to go.
