Rules: Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout.
As a matter of fact, for her second match, Alena had something even bigger planned.
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"Goooooood evening, ladies and gentlemen! Or, as we say in Russia, dobryy vecher!" She carried herself with all the fire and enthusiasm she'd shown in the ring; one might argue that she seemed to think she would do the ring announcer's job better than the actual ring announcer. "It's a pleasure to be here in LAW on such an occasion. I'd like to thank all of you for your warm welcome last week. I can't be happier with my first match in this promotion! But...I do want to make a proposal, for my second!"
Alena stopped to crack her knuckles before continuing. "In my first match, it was the promoters who chose my opponent for me. It's all fair and good, I suppose. It's how the business gets done. But, and pardon me for perhaps jumping the gun here...it may be only my second match, but I don't think that sort of business works for me! Nyet! If I'm going to be proving myself against the biggest names LAW has to offer, if I'm going to be showing the world I can be the main-eventer I was born to be, I would ask a favor of the gentlemen in charge of booking these matches. I'd like to request I choose my next opponent!"
A few murmurs went through the crowd; even a few faces in Alena's entourage went tense. It was awfully presumptuous of the girl to make a challenge like this in only her second match - but whatever the case may have been, that fact did nothing to deter Alena from her mission. "This company has no shortage of worthy foes among its ranks! But among all the men and women, the champions and challengers, the heavyweights and the lightweights and everything in between...there is one name in particular I would like to try my hand against! The woman called...Spectre!"
Alena's proclamations already seemed quite bold. But as soon as she named her next opponent, an audible gasp went through the air. Though she too was relatively new to the company, Spectre had established herself as no one to be trifled with. She had displayed nothing short of ruthlessness and brutality in every match she was in. Her very being was shrouded in mystery - no one knew who she really was, or where she'd come from. She almost seemed like something more than any other wrestler, like some malevolent force of nature - indeed, like a virus, something that seemed to disrupt the company by her very presence. She'd left devastation in her wake, and her threat was a palpable one. And yet, Alena, in her second-ever match at LAW, wanted a shot at her!
"I know this Spectre has a fearsome reputation!" she added. "But I assure you, that's nothing that intimidates me - not one bit! My skills in the octagon are tried and true! I can fight my way out of any bind! Even the opponents I've lost to, I still gave them a hell of a fight! If there is to be anyone who can stand up to this Spectre, who can show she has a chance...let it be me! If I win, I'll put a stop to this Spectre's reign of terror once and for all, and cement myself in the annals of LAW history! And if I lose...bah, I have no intention to lose! But if I do, I won't go down without giving this virus the fight of her life!"
"So!! Spectre, the ball is in your court now! If you accept my challenge...I'm waiting!" Alena got a few cheers for her courage alone, but the arena was watching with rapt attention to see what the next few moments might bring. The very thought of anyone picking a fight with Spectre seemed like suicide...but Alena, it seemed, didn't even have the shadow of a doubt! The question was, how would Spectre respond?