One Fall, to be decided by pinfall or submission
Vida Fenix paced around backstage, walking in tight circles. The young luchadora was livid and had been highly agitated for much of the last few weeks. Her mind kept replaying the same scene, again and again. Santa Tigresa IV, the woman who had taken Vida in, had inspired her to become a professional wrestler and brought her from Mexico to Japan, was Vida’s everything. She had gone to the LAW ring for a match, and young Vida watched with wide eyes for her idol to school yet another arrogant man. Instead of the Tigresa’s opponent, however, it was Killer King who walked down that ramp.
Vida loosened up with some shadowboxing, throwing kicks and punches at the air as she thought about what happened next. Killer King had attacked the Tigresa and destroyed her. She thoughts about La Santa’s body being slammed, smashed, manhandled … put through a table, brutalized, just destroyed in front of a shocked audience. The dignity and pride that Santa Tigresa had built over years, completely destroyed in a matter of moments by the masked brute.
Vida was shaken out of her memories when a ring agent called her to the entrance ramp. Her friends had tried to talk her out of it. Hija del Dragon and Silencia said Vida couldn’t try to do it alone, to wait for Santa Tigresa to come back. Blanco Sombre sat Vida down and told her about who Killer King was, what he was like. Of course, the young luchadora knew what Killer King was like. You couldn’t be a woman in intergender wrestling who didn’t know what Killer King was like. It was his reputation that led to this. Santa Tigresa leading Las Superestrellas into a charge to prevent the King from battering and power-fucking the poor British Bombshells, knowing full well what King was like. Vida stepped through that entrance ramp knowing full well what she was in for, and how important it was to win this match!
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