Match Type: Standard Match
Rules: Victory by pinfall, submission, or knockout.
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Another day, another match for Viper Hoshiwara. She'd like to say that she had been looking forward to this one, but really, it was just the same old, same old. Standard matches like these hardly moved the needle for her any longer. A true adrenaline junkie, Viper craved more and more - more excitement, more danger, higher stakes. It had carried her through her career in deathmatch wrestling, and she had won a reputation as someone who could take falls off of great heights onto stacks of light tubes without even batting an eye. But for Viper, putting her life on the line was one of the few things that could truly make her feel.
She had been chasing after that same rush in LAW, hoping that coming to a major promotion would allow her to go up against some world-class names in wrestling; the sorts of people who would give her a fight she would really need to push herself to her limits to get through. But even if Viper had had some memorable matches in LAW...that still wasn't enough for her. Just being in the ring wouldn't be enough. She needed an opponent who would make her fight for dear life; who would surpass everything she'd seen before.
So far, Viper hadn't had an opponent quite like that. But from what she had heard of Miki Shinonome, she'd heard that she had experience in underground fight clubs. That was something that caught Viper's eye - maybe she'd have some rougher edges; maybe she wouldn't be such a stickler for the rules. Maybe she wouldn't be as predictable as some of Viper's opponents. As long as she could make Viper feel that taste of danger, it would be well worth it.
"Coming first to the ring, from Akishima, Japan! Standing at 5'8 and weighing 145 pounds, VIPER HOSHIWARA!!"
The entrance ramp was bathed in red light as Viper's music came over the speakers. She plodded out from behind the curtains, taking her place on the ramp and holding her fist to the sky. A few fans cheered, and others booed, but Viper met it all with the same blank, disinterested look on her face. She didn't care about what anyone thought. All she cared about was what this match could do for her. And, as she came down the entrance ramp, flicking her knife out to run her tongue along the edge of the blade before she slipped through the ropes and into the ring, she could only hope that Miki could give her what she was after.