Victory Condition: The loser must declare "I Quit" into a live microphone.
Well, well, well... Seems like this place just couldn't get enough.
Dismal as her match record may be, Liz was smiling.
After all, how could she not be? It seemed that lately, this crowd, her opponents, LAW itself... They all just couldn't get enough of Liz Parker, the self-proclaimed "baddest bitch in LAW"!
And at this point, she knew exactly what she was feeding into when she said that.
Liz's Entrance theme
Liz's eyes snapped open as she heard the opening bars of her theme play, shouting into her microphone in time with the music as the lights illuminated the ramp's entrance. Pyrotechnics exploded into an arch over her as she strutted forwards, a shit-eating grin plastered across her shockingly smug face. "Yeah, yeah! Whoooo~!"
Cheers, jeers, hell, even boos... Liz didn't give a shit. She soaked them all in like a plant sucked up the life-giving rays of the sun.
Her own cheers came in rhythm with the music blaring overhead, her fist pumping up into the air as she went, microphone clenched tight in her other hand.
"Don't stress it with the announcements, big guy - I got this! Coooooming in from Toronto, Canada, weighing a whoooopping 135 pounds, it's ya girl, Liiiiiisbeeeeeeth Paaaaaaarkeeeeeer! Whooo~!"
Liz was moving now, strutting her way down to the ring, slapping her fans with high-fives, mirroring her haters who flipped her off, and grinning all the way down.
"But lemme tell-uh ya nooow there are prices to paaay, alriiiight - and lemme tell YOU now, my opponent's the one who's gonna be paying them! WHOO!" Liz cackled into the mic as she sang along with the Backstreet Boys, hopping up into the ring and sliding through the ropes with a practiced ease - second nature from her days in the boxing ring.
"Now... Who thinks they can come in here and get me to quit?" Liz demanded, pointing out to the crowd as she spoke, cackling away to herself. "Because lemme tell you losers one thing - Liz Parker never quits!"