Win by Pinfall only
The crowd roars as spotlights sweep across the packed arena of LAW. Ivan steps through the curtain, his red hair slicked back, wearing his signature black and blue trunks that leave little to imagination. His muscular frame ripples as he makes his way toward the ring.
Dum... dum... dum... The announcer's voice booms through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen! Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 154 pounds, from the mean streets of Manila - IVAAAN RAMIREZ!"
The Filipino heel stops at the entrance ramp, raising both arms in a mockingly theatrical gesture. He feeds off the attention - the jeers mixed with cheers, the chants of his name echoing throughout the venue. A cruel smirk plays on his lips as he scans the crowd.
The sound of boots hitting steel stairs echoes as he ascends the steps two at a time, then slides under the bottom rope with fluid ease. He stands up, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. The mat feels familiar beneath his feet - another night, another performance.
His thoughts drift to tonight's special rules. Pinfall only. The words repeat in his mind like a mantra. He could make this last hours if he wanted, drag it out until his opponent broke completely.
