“What part of me doesn’t look ready, paquenos?” She asked, spreading her arms wide. Soledad presented her body to them for inspection, every inch of her curvy yet toned physique oiled and ready to go. Without another word, she stepped past the road agents and strode right out into the bright lights of the LAW arena.
Walking down the ramp with wide, hip-shaking steps, Sola presented her body for fan approval all the way down to the ring. Along the way, Sola gave winks to the fans, smirks. She teased brushing against a few with her hands, but pulled away at the last second, leaving them wanting more.
Finally, the Latina street fighter walked up the ramp, and stepped between the ropes. Sola climbed the nearest turnbuckle, running her hands along her muscular curves, over her ample chest, and up into her half-tied hair. Presenting her toned body for the fans, showing off, Sola listened to the announcers call her name and heard the roar of the fans. The entire time, however, Sola watched the entrance ramp, awaiting her opponent. Despite her cocky demeanor, Sola head heard her opponent for the evening was no one to scoff at, and she couldn’t wait to see what LAW’s management was going to challenge her with, tonight!