Rose's music cuts and she's left alone in the ring. Her lithe form leaned against the turnbuckle as she watched the stage she'd just emerged from. Eager. Nervous. To see her opponent. Rose Gold was a woman of two minds. The kind, shy Kelsea Rose. A dedicated student who loved sweets, and had an extremely hard time talking to beautiful women. Whose nervous habit was to clasp her hands over her stomach to comfort herself, as she did now. And Rose Gold, the confident, sensual and primal representation of women's professional wrestling.
As Izzia's music hit and the focus turned to her debut entrance, Rose Gold pushed away from the turnbuckle, leaving Kelsea in the corner and stalking to the center of the ring to take in all her opponent had to offer. Rose Gold was dressed to impress. Standing all of 5'2" with a body built for the business. A sheer bodysuit was worn beneath her ring gear and was practically painted on and showed off her flat, toned tummy. Atop that a stylized midriff baring top. Her breasts were modest but pert. The top forced them together and lifted them, causing them to sway as she shifted her balance from one hip to the other. The window showcasing her cleavage made them easy to appreciate and was not too different from Izzia's.
Finally, she wore a pair of hot-pants that would make a thong blush. Pulled across her hips, they covered only what they needed to and left the curves of her inner thighs tantalizingly exposed. All of her ring gear seemed to be one size too small, leaving very little to the imagination. Even less so when considering her incredibly supple backside. She had an ass made for smothering. Round, supple, and firm.
Rose couldn't help but admire Izzia's backside as she stood on the ring apron. This was doubly true as she flipped over the ropes, offering (perhaps unintentionally) an alluring glance at what was beneath her skirt. If Izzia looked at Rose as she moved to the center of the ring she might catch her pretty eyes. Swimming beneath them was a look of hunger. Izzia was beautiful, and Rose couldn't wait to get up close to her. Rose approached her, meeting her in the dead center of the ring. Her hips were on full display as she moved with an eager, hot confidence.
"My my, you are lovely. I'm looking forward to our match."
She offered as she licked her lips. Then, the bell rang. Rose offered up her hands. Her fingers flexed tauntingly as she offered up a test of strength. The game had begun.