“Tonight we have an exclusive interview with the new World Champion of the MJPW, LA DIIIIIVA DIABLAAA!”

A man dressed in a gaudy sequin-covered suit stood next to the Majoushi World Champion. He fisted a bedazzled microphone with the “MJPW” logo plastered across it with his thick, tan fingers. “Now that you’ve won the GREATEST WRESTLING TITLE IN THE UNIVERSE, what are your plans for the future?” La Diva smirked confidently, snatching the mic from the hands of the announcer with ease. She looked directly into the camera as she spoke:

“Listen here, Majoushi.” She hoisted the belt over her shoulder. It glimmered magically in the spotlights. “I am your new Queen. You cannot touch me! My plans for the future are simple… I’ll reign.” Laughter echoed through the sound system.

The TV switched off.

A beige, hospital remote control trembled in Justice Star’s hand. “She must be stopped…”

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Bishamon Kogane sat behind a formidable desk. He rested his alligator leather-clad feet atop a mess of papers and photographs, and his arms supported his head while he leaned back in his chair. Cigar smoke circled his head in a halo of nicotine. “Well…?”

“Kogane-otou-sama,” Ai Kogane stammered, clutching a stack of paperwork to her chest as if to shield herself. "La Diva Diabla intends to keep the title... F-fans are outraged... J-J-Justice Star is still confined to a hospital b-b-bed...
But..." Bishamon frowned and shifted to lean over his desk. He laced his fingers together expectantly. Ai grew flustered, fumbled with some papers before she found it: a graph depicting the ratings for MJPW. "Look..." She offered up the slip to her father.

Bishamon took the graph, eyes flicking across the page. He froze. Slowly, a sinister grin spread across his features.

"S-sir... Ratings are higher than ever before!"

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Name: Ao Kawamura

Stage Name: Typhoon

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Her costume is a black dress with a dark blue wave design on the chest, with black boots and gloves.

Personality: Ao is a jerk, through and through. She's fully aware that she's better than you, and acts like it. Whether she's in the weight room, playing video games, or- god forbid- actually in the ring, she doesn't just want to beat you, she wants to humiliate you. Everyone has their place, and yours is licking her boots.

In the ring, she's loud, brash, and a perfect bitch. She knows what the crowd wants her to be, and she gives them what they want. And, truth be told, she actually kind of likes it.

Bio: This time last year, Ao was a solid mid-tier wrestler. Good at the fundamentals, good at working a crowd, but lacking the top of the line move repertoire that would enable the company to push her. But she worked hard, developed a few new tricks, and got booked for a match against Justice Star about three months ago. She lost, but not before slithering her way out of a pair of submission holds and pushing the heroic wrestler to her limit. When La Diva Diabla announced the formation of a new heel squad, Ao was right there to sign on, even though everyone knew she'd betray her new boss for the title as soon as she could.

Finisher: Aquapocalypse: Ao summons a cocoon of water around her opponent before lifting her up for a devastating piledriver that splashes the front row.