Match Type: Standard Match
Rules: Victory by submission, pinfall, or knockout
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As the stage was cleared, the ring announcer turned to the crowd to lead in towards the next match - one that was to be the singles debut of one of its competitors. The lights dimmed on the ring as everyone's eyes turned to the entrance ramp, waiting to see who would descend it.
"Coming first to the ring! At 5'5 and weighing 114 pounds, from Tokyo, MOLLY FORSTER!"
Such a name did, of course, seem rather out of place for the location she was billed from - a fact that was soon compounded when a blonde girl made her way towards the ring, beaming with a smile on her face and a spring in her step. It became quite apparent that even if Tokyo might have been Molly's current place of residence, it likely wasn't where she was born. Either way, though, it seemed to be a place she felt quite at home in, as she eagerly hopped up into the ring and struck a pose, flashing a peace sign into the crowd.
"Goooooood evening, everyone!" Molly spoke, in impeccable Japanese, albeit with a quite noticeable Liverpool accent.
"I'm honored to be in front of you all today! It really means a lot to me to be here now - I've dreamed of going to Japan ever since I was a little girl, and now here I am. And I owe it all to you for having me! Thank you all sooooo much!!" She hopped up and down a little in her exuberance, which drew a couple of blank stares. Nevertheless, she continued.
"I've been in the ring many times before, with my sister back home in England. We make a good team together, for sure - but this'll be my first time going at it alone. Believe me, though...I'm not scared! I'm going to do my best, and I'm sure I'll do a great job!"
That was a bit of a lie. In truth, Molly was a little scared. Every time she'd wrestled before, it had been on a team with Chelsea, who was her trainer as much as she was her tag team partner, and she'd been there to support her and show her the ropes, as well as to help cover her for times she fell a little bit short. Now, though, she didn't have that to fall back on, and she didn't know what she'd do. Molly was pretty sure she knew what to do - but the possibility that she didn't was still there, and if that was the truth, she had no idea how to respond. She just had to do the best she could. All the same, her typical optimistic and bubbly attitude was still about her, as she came to one side of the ring, watching for her opponent to make an arrival.