Verbal Submission
A buffet featuring various extremely spicy foods is present at ringside. On a KO, the conscious wrestler may select a serving from the buffet to feed the unconscious wrestler in order to resuscitate her. Even after she wakes up, the previously unconscious wrestler must eat the entire serving of food. Water is not available. The match will continue until one wrestler verbally submits to the other.
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It was easy to develop anxiety in the lonely quiet just off stage prior to a match. Fortunately, Yuri had something to distract herself. The air was thick with tang and spice, a mouthwatering aromatic tapestry. Images of India, Nepal, China, and South America slipped through her mind. She did not consider herself by any means a culinary expert—Natsuki's baking was about the extent of her familiarity with foodie culture—but even she could tell LAW catering had drawn from a diverse and rich menu.
She bit her thumbnail and stared at the curtain separating her from the teeming crowd just beyond. She was dressed in a school-girl's uniform. Simple, perhaps, but less prone to mockery and...well. Less silly than her get-ups in previous matchups. She took a deep breath and sighed, hugging her arms to her side. As much as she might try to take an interest in the food portion of tonight's entertainment, it was impossible to forget: this was no dining hall break. Whatever sauces or spices might be waiting were weapons—tools of humiliation meant to make a victim's eyes water, to make her lips swell and tongue beg for mercy.
Not that she would be expecting much from her opponent. Gil "Arma-Gil-O". Even Yuri, unfamiliar as she was with LAW's roster, knew of her opponent's deadly posterior by reputation. A light shiver ran up Yuri's back as an image of that woman passed through her minds. The horns, the bright smile and friendly eyes...the short pink little skirt concealing one of LAW's most powerful weapons of humiliation. Was that shiver Yuri felt one of fear or anticipation? She licked her lips and shook her head. Focus. Getting light-headed before she even stepped onstage would never do.
Soon enough, her entrance theme began to play, and she walked onstage. Flat face, wide eyes. A determined pace. Don't let them see the palpitations of your heart.
Entrance theme
Yuri Yoshika
"At five foot eleven and one hundred and sixty seven pounds...Yuri...Yoshika!"
She took her place at the center of the ring and offered a deep bow. As she stared down at the LAW logo on the blue canvas, her mind once against wandered to what she was to face tonight. Even on television, Gil's famous weapon was...shapely. Like a peach. Soft, like its wielder's smile, and...
She stood. Huffed out a breath. And backed into her corner.