Match Type: "Standard."
Win by scoring a pinfall of three seconds on the opponent, forcing a wrestler to submit, or knocking the wrestler out. Additionally, if a wrestler remains outside the ring for too long, they will be disqualified after a ten count. Furthermore, if a wrestler performs an illegal move and is caught in the act by the in-ring official, they will be disqualified.
Standard rules - DQs, Count-outs, and the submission or pinfall MUST happen within the confines of the ring.
Nervous...Nervous....NERVOUS...Mikuma was sitting in her locker room feeling nothing but the cold chill of the air conditioning unit down her spine as the dreadful hands of anxiety gripped her shoulders. The poor gal was shaking in her fake-fur polar bear-themed boots. Her leg wouldn't stop trembling up and down frantically, already beginning to sweat as she could hear the audience through the WALLS. She could already tell there was a huge crowd out there tonight...all those eyeballs looking at her, watching her...judging her...looking to see if she was worth her salt as a new call-up for LAW. There was no mistaking it...The girl was absolutely PETRIFIED. She hoped her best friend Jiyuu's debut was going a little smoother for her. Despite being a team alongside her frog-loving friend, they were set to debut separately so the crowd, and the higher-ups, could see how they performed on their own two feet. This was fine by both of them, but Mikuma...well...
There was no way to really oversell that fact. The girl was terrified of large audiences whenever she performed. It was one of the few negatives about her as a professional wrestler. It'd be reasonable for someone to look at her now and underestimate her. No one would blame you...not even the big, plump gal herself. She wanted to become a wrestler alongside her friend to grow more confident. She saw this as a step toward taking control of her life. After years of being the victim of constant harassment and bullying, Mikuma was putting her foot down by choosing this career path. Despite the pain, the trials, the tribulations, and the numerous panic attacks she had along the way, Mikuma had done it...She was a part of LAW...She made it!!! The grandest stage of them all...and all she has to do is go out there and show every audience member why she belongs. She's intelligent, talented, and powerful...she's as bright a star as any talent in that locker room, and it was high time that she proved that. With a series of deep breaths to attempt to quell her anxieties, Mikuma stood up, smacked her cheeks, hyped herself up as best as possible, and marched out of the room, through the halls, and toward the arena, embracing whatever may lay ahead of her...
Spoiler
"...Making her debut, hailing from Osaka, Japan...She is as FIERCE as she is CUDDLY, as POWERFUL as she is CUTE...fighting for a future brighter than any constellation in the sky...standing at 5'3 and weighing in at 196 lbs...URSA MAJOR, MIKUMA 'KUMA' SATO!!!"
To Mikuma's surprise-...things were so much worse than she had imagined...The audience was twice, no, THREE TIMES as big as she expected it to be. What was this, a PPV event?!?! Was this LAW's normal turn-out on a regular basis? The girl almost fainted at the top of the stage, barely catching herself in time before walking down the ramp. Don't freeze up. Don't freeze up. Don't freeze up. Don't freeze up. Don't freeze up. Don't freeze up. She constantly repeated that statement to herself, focusing on the ring and ONLY the ring as a way to compensate. All her usual methods were failing, and she was beginning to struggle. Her thoughts were drowned out by all the relentless crowd chatter...She could hardly breathe as her heart began to pound violently and rapidly in her chest. She controlled her breathing and focused on the corner...HER corner. She climbed the steps and entered the ring, closing her eyes and...breathing, trying to mentally prepare herself...All she could hope for now was that her opponent was at least a TAD easygoing, for her own sake...