Victory via: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout.
The result will go towards the character's required matches.
The lights dimmed to welcome the opening thumps of the Reinhardts’s music. An instrumental cocktail, picked up by choir voice, then dropped into a crescendo of electric guitar. A set of spotlights danced in a circle around the stage, then congregated to catch the opening glimpse of the Reinhardt’s golden boot tips. That cherry lipstick grin, velvet mane and sharp gaze that looked down on all in attendance brought the crowds into boos that trickled throughout her song. Karla stopped at the ramp, sneering at all with a tipped-up chin. Her eyes rolled and she continued down the ramp with a dignified strut.
“This is an Apex Qualifier match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Hamburg Germany, weighing one-hundred and thirty-eight pounds and standing at five foot two, she’s yooooooooooooooooooour main event, Karla Ray Reinhardt! K!! R!! R!!” The crowd jeered, and Karla gave another passing eyeroll, throwing up half-folded arms out to the side, palms up and presenting herself to the scowling masses.
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When she turned around, she laughed, dismissing them and the ire of the front row with a hand wave as she scaled up those steps, finger-snapping to bring the referee over who sat on the middle rope to allow Karla’s entry into the ring. She shoved them away once inside, not even bothering to look at them as she took the ring’s heart, then started to fix her looks, first her hair, then pulling at the creases of her leotard to make sure it was nice and snug on her toned body without any wrinkles or rips. Now it was just to wait for her opponent…