Victory Conditions: Victory can only be obtained by making an opponent submit due to humiliation.
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Luong Chun stepped out onto the ramp with her attendant, Lee, close behind, surveying the packed crowd with arms folded. As always, she held a pose befitting royalty. Head held high, arms folded, chest proudly stuck out, even as the crowd jeered and booed and made their displeasure known. She ignored it, like so much water off a duck’s back. They were all idiots and fools, slobbering perverts waiting for their daily fix of depravity.
And yet, despite her better impulses, Luong had missed them.
She absolutely hated admitting that, but she was never one to lie to herself, and the truth could not have been more obvious. Luong had taken a sabbatical from LAW for a few months, traveling back home to South Korea, hoping to get away from the grime of Tokyo and enjoy the fruits of her homeland. That had turned out to be a fool’s errand. The country became embroiled in political nonsense almost as soon as she arrived, complicating her daily life with news and nonsense. It had been nonstop chaos, and only recently had things settled down so she wasn’t having a constant headache.
Compared to that mess, pro wrestling seemed like a simple escape. As silly as the sport could be at times, it was uncomplicated and only asked her to do what she was best at: fight. As much as she dearly, truly, honestly loved her home, she was happy to be back. She needed the stress relief.
As luck would have it, management was in a good position to accommodate her, needing someone for a humiliation match, which fit right into her tastes and preferences. She was more than happy to oblige.
She made sure to keep her face placid as she descended the ramp so that her pleasant mood wouldn’t be given away, keeping her regal aura intact as her reverberated around the arena. She stopped at the end, giving Lee a moment to dust off the steps, then promptly made her way inside, not even acknowledging the referee on her way to the corner.
Luong leaned against the corner and cast her eyes towards the curtain, waiting for her opponent. She knew little of him beyond his - Tomas - but the details hardly mattered. Tonight, he would be her toy.
Kneel.
