LAW ANNOUNCEMENT: OPEN GENDER

[Monsy]

Promo!
Look here for news about the mixed division.

[winner3]

The cameras focused in on the sight of a nicely adorned LAW ring. Red carpet draped from one end to the other. The LAW General Manager in his nicest suit looking his Sunday best. A trophy case housing what seemed to be a championship belt!

Dan Defranco

Dan "The Man" DeFranco - General Manager of LAW

"Ladies, Gentlemen, fans in the arena and across the world...thank you for joining us at out 8th annual We Are LAW pay-per-view! And thank you for joining us in our evolution into the greatest wrestling promotion on the planet! There is a host of talent at LAW. More competition in quantity and quality than you'll find at any other company! And as the number of superstars and top tier wrestlers on our rosters grow, so much the number of prizes in our sport!"

"So it is with great honor that I announce from this day forward, LAW will be recognizing The Kings and Queens Championship as our first Opengender Wrestling Championship! And with it, of course, I'd like to announce it's current holder, the dashing Oscar Orelash as our very first official Mixed Wrestling Champion at LAW!!!"

"Oscar, please come on down to join us in this historic moment!" DeFranco began to clap. He welcomed the crowd to cheer as the cameras panned to the entrance ramp to capture the entrance of this historic moment! The crowning of LAW's Inaugural Kings and Queens Champion!

Tagging @MappleMan7 and @SweetHeart to give them the heads-up that they can proceed from here!

[MappleMan7]

As soon as Oscar's name dropped, the Barbarian Prince would emerge from the curtain to a mountain of cheers. Old fans, new fans, the cheering made Oscar smile either way as he approached the ring. After taking time to fist bump and high-five some of the crowd, Oscar would enter the ring and humbly shake DeFranco's hand before taking the mic.

"Thank you for the introduction, Mr. DeFranco, for the privilege and opportunity to make the Kings and Queens belt an official part of LAW"

Oscar walked near the trophy case, admiring the belt on display before turning to adress the crowd.

"It's true that the male talent in LAW don't always get the spotlight. However, that is all in the past now. Today we are seeing more male fighters taking the stage, putting on a show, either against eachother, in intergender matches, and working hand-in hand with the women of LAW in intergender tag teams. This belt isn't just a prize to be won by the best, it represents respect. It shows that whoever wears this belt understands that it dosen't matter what weight class you're in, what your gender is, or what you identify as- you treat all opponents equally in the ring under the right to compete! To be the best not just in your division- but to be one of the best in LAW! PERIOD!'

Oscar raised a triumphant speech to the air as he cracked a smile- the crowd exploding into more cheers at the Barbarian Prince's speech!

[SweetHeart]

The moment of triumph shattered in an instant. Before the echo of Oscar’s final word—“PERIOD!”—could fade, a blur of pink rushed through the crowd, as the cheering fans would suddenly go to shocked and trying to warn Oscar, as someone dressed in a tracksuit and a oversized mascot bunny head, the figure sprinted full tilt, sliding under the bottom rope like a serpent. With Oscar with his back turned, the rabbit-headed attacker launched into a picture-perfect running dropkick, both sneakers jabbing into the Barbarian Prince flush into his upper back, looking to send Oscar stumbling forward into the ropes with a choked grunt, the microphone skittering across the canvas as the crowd’s cheers curdled into a roar of shock and outrage.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the assailant ripped off the oversized bunny head, flinging it like a discus directly into Oscar’s face as he turned—a cheap shot that bounced off his brow with a hollow BONK. Underneath the mascot head was a another mask, this time one of a luchador, Red with glassy eyes and ink like patterns, a light blue tongue already stuck out in a big smile. It was a face LAW hadn't seen yet, but it was one any fan of wrestling knew very well, as the unmistakable visage of DOKUICHIGO smugly smiled back at the crowd.



The crowd, which had been cheering Oscar moments ago, now split—some booing the brazen ambush, others buzzing seeing a new wrestler show up in LAW. Dokuichigo stood over the stunned Barbarian Prince, her chest heaving, a cold smirk curling her lips as she finally snatched up the fallen microphone and slapped it a few times. "AAAAAAAAAAAAH OZ CAR. It's been a while HAS IT NOT?" She asked rhetorically, pressing her foot into his chest "I know ya may have assumed I was just a nightmare, I mean last time the only thing you did was sleep on the FLOOR after I knocked you out, but I was at least hoping your nap woulda lead to you getting stronger or LESS easy to take down. REGRETABLY, THIS DOESN'T APPEAR TO BE THE CASE IS IT!" Doku mocked, clearly enjoying the chaos she had and the attention that came with it.

[MappleMan7]

Oscar barely had time to process why the crowd was yelling before he felt something absolutely NAIL him in the back- causing him to gasp in pain as he was sent stumbling forward! The newly crowned champion grabbed onto the ropes- barely stopping himself from falling out of the ring and landing on his butt before his head snapped up to whoever struck him! At first, Oscar was confused by the giant rabbit mascot head... but his eyes widened in shock when the identity was revealed. To many in the crowd, it was some luchadora with a blue tonuge. To Oscar, and a select few fans in the crowd, they recognized Dokuichigo- the poison dart frog.

(What Doku is making a reference from for those curious)

Spoiler

Oscar soon locked in as Doku planted a foot on his chest, talked about a certain ambush he suffered in a gym after calling Doku out online for cheating in a match against a very good friend of his to secure a win. A callout Doku responded to by jumping him and forcing him to ingest a non-lethal poison via a kiss. One that knocked him clean out and made gave him really, REALLY creepy dreams. With the crowd getting worked up by Doku, Oscar took a deep breath and attempted to grab Doku's leg- trying to push her off of him before he responded!

"Oh yeah- because drop-kicking a dude in the middle of a coronation is a GREAT way to check how much stronger I've gotten. What're you even doing here anyway, Doku? Last time I checked, you haven't had a LAW match in your entire career. Is there something you want? Or are you just being a goblin again?"

[SweetHeart]

Doku smirked, after having been shoved off, would respond by strutting over and grabbing hold of the new Kings and Queens Championship, before then quickly running over to the ropes, climbing to the top rope, smugly answering the question. "Well that's quite simple. I had to hear ya whine about OH THE BOYS DONT GET A BELT TOO, and how you deserve a title too. But frankly, I don't see WHY, I mean, most of you guys are just generic ass dorks. Frankly, I just think a title like this deserves to be in a REAL wrestling company like Art and Soul, so I'm just doing the write thing and taking it off your hands!" Doku smirked, mocking the booing crowd. "BUT of course, I gotta beat you first right, cuz you were HANDED this title, and I gotta knock you out again to take it OfFiCiAlLy. So who's about this."

Doku would squat on the top rope in her frog esque manner, pointing at Oscar "You wanna prove yourself huh, wanna PROVE that you deserve this belt, then how's about I kindly and graciously give LAW the gift of having ME on one of your utterly boring ass shows to give the people something interesting to watch! DOKUICHGO, THE ONE AND ONLY GREATEST WRESTLER TO EVER BREATH, VERSUS OSCAR, FOR THE KINGS AND QUEENS TITLE, IN WHICH I WILL HAPPILY TAKE IT OFF YOUR HANDS. YOU GOT THE GUTS TO DO THAT, YOU GINGER FREAK!?"

[MappleMan7]

Oscar would get to his feet after pushing Doku off- keeping his guard up as he walked to the middle of the ring. The Barbarian Prince listened to Doku's words- keeping a hardened expression at the frog gal's insults... right about until Doku made thst comment about Oscar being 'handed' the belt, which caused his eyes to narrow- a harsh stare being cast onto Doku as he recalled the doubt and anxiety he had during the initial unofficial tournament to secure the belt in the first place.

"First off, just like the women's division, there are men with a wide range of personalities on our roster. I KNOW for a fact there are plenty of dorks on both sides- not that's a bad thing. I love dorks! They're fun. Second, that mask must be cutting the blood flow to your head if you think I was just GIVEN this belt. Or did you not know there was a whole unofficial tournament to claim this title? This whole thing is just to make the belt official- but I guess you'd rather pass yourself up online than do any actual homework about the belt you want to fight for. Yup. That checks out with you, alright"

Some of the crowd would snicker at Oscar's light burn towards Doku, the Barbarian Prince now pointing at Doku.

"But if it's a title match you want... i can happily grant you that. We're both in our gear, both ready to go, and me personally- I'm VERY ready to run it back after that stunt you pulled on me. If you think you got what it takes, then lets do this- right here, right now!"

[SweetHeart]

Dokuichigo listened with her head cocked, that cocky smirk never leaving her lips. She saw the nerve she'd snuggly raise her hands up and mimed wiping away tears, her fingers dragging down her cheeks in exaggerated, mocking fake tears, only to then immediately stop the moment Oscar made a dig at her.

"Yeah, yeah, real cute," she cut in, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she waved a dismissive hand at Oscar's pointing finger. "You had a UNOFFICAL tournament. Congratulations. Want a gold star, A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD?" She jumped down from the ropes, holding up the belt, “So you wanna run it back, RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW” Doku let out a sharp laugh, flicking her tounge "Fine. You're on ginger boy. I accept."

She turned as if to signal for a bell, taking two steps toward the referee—then stopped. “ Oooooooh, wait. Haha my bad my bad my bad." She dragged out the words, each one dripping with false apology. "See, I forgot to mention—I'm not actually from LAW. Contract? Paperwork? Never heard of 'em." She shrugged, spreading her arms wide "Soooooo technically? I'm not officially allowed to fight you for that shiny little belt of yours. I mean we don't wanna deal with the lawyers and stuff, SIIIIIIGH, OH WELL." She shrugged, tossing the belt to Oscar"Guess you'll have to go another time. Bummer, real bummer, oh I'm so sad.“ she mocked seemingly looking to leave Oscar high and dry