Rules: Victory by submission, pinfall, or knockout
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It was another day for Chelsea Forster, who was scheduled for another match tonight. Even if she had thus far received a chilly reputation from the crowds, who was she to care about what a bunch of idiots in this woefully backwards country would think? She was on her way to the top, and she wasn't going to let anyone slow her down. She was sure she was going to win this, one way or another!"Coming first to the ring, from Liverpool, England! At 5'6'', weighing 116 lbs., CHELSEA FORSTER!"
Chelsea Forster

Molly Forster

Entrance Music
"So, 'ere we are again, like? I know I'm abar wrecking me head ta get in 'ere and kick me trabs into some poor divvy, like. Go 'ead, who'll it be tonight? Or ye gon' tell me the bird went 'n swerved it? Least then she'd have a bit 'a sense, like!"
After a beat of silence, Molly tirelessly picked up her own microphone to explain matters. "She means that she's excited to see who she'll be facing tonight," she said in Japanese, "and she hopes she can make it." The crowd seemed confused by this, with some murmurs going through the stands; surely such a rant had to have been getting at something more complex than that summation. Nevertheless, Chelsea stood in the ring, tapping her foot and waiting for her opponent to show.
