Points are earned via Pinfall or Submission
The winner of the match gains ownership of the loser for 24 hours.
Wrestling, at its core, was, is, and always will be a volatile business. For every sucess story, there's dozens of examples of failures. Many in the past have put in the work, went through rigorous training for what seemed like ages, and never ever got their shot. Of the ones that manage to make it far enough to wrestle their official debut match, they never made it to their second. Be it through injury, humiliation, feeling completely overwhelmed, or even just straight up... not being meant for the ring, nothing is ever guaranteed. For most rookies, the time spent backstage before their debut match was some of the most nerve-wracking, anxious moments of their life.
Lucius, however, certainly wasn't like most.
The Demon Prince spent his time backstage before the match completely in his element: leaned up against the wall in the darkest corner he could find, eyes closed. His mind was completely clear. He didn't have any sort of anxiety about his upcoming debut, why would he? All he had to do was show up, make an example of his opponent, and then leave. He spent much of his past fighting and humilitating various opponents for free, so the opportunity to be paid to do just that was just icing on the cake.
He stayed there in his zen, almost trancelike state, up until a small voice snapped him back to reality:
"Um, excuse me, sir? You're up next..."
His red eyes snapped open and he glared over at the source of the voice, a small blonde girl carrying some sort of heart-shaped wand. Who did she think she was, some sort of magical fairy princess or something? A tense silence lingered between the two as he stared her down, before he simply nodded and walked off to the entranceway, leaving without a word.
Lucius' Theme Song
Lucius, the Demon Prince!
As he got to the bottom of the entrance ramp, he took a moment to glare directly into the eyes of a fan in the front row, smirking as they eventually looked away to break eye contact. He then rolled under the bottom rope, traveled to a corner in the far end of the ring and leaned up against the turnbuckle, awaiting his opponent.