Even in a library, some voices couldn't remain mute as evident by their little brawl being partially leaked. Either way Wicke had to explain her motives for the higher ups as if this comical incident wasn't spicy enough already. Rivalry aside, this was a very important match for both ladies, an opportunity to break out into the main card. Can lightning strike twice for Wicke or shall today be dedicated to the newer generation.
The researcher at least enjoyed her temporary vacation. If she wasn't performing any last minute preparations, Wicke would be seen strolling at nearby beaches to monitor tide and the variety of beautiful seashells, being the fixated woman she was. Now the veteran looked to keep her pride on top of quell the flame that tormented her in the classroom.
Attention gravitated away from the ring temporarily as Wicke's theme played on the speakers. Purple smoke shrouded the entrance wrap, but wasn't thick enough to obscure the heavyweight making her grand entrance. In contrast to her usual in-ring style, she performed a modest walk across the sands and entrance ramp, wearing her trademark labcoat. Even with the stakes laid out, the purplette had an image to uphold, so she greeted her loving fans with a warm smile, but took appeal into account by subtly swaying has hips. Believers in karma and those who followed the story mostly flocked to Wicke's support.
"And her opponent, standing in at 5 foot 9, weighing in at 180 pounds! She is a blast from the past and the Swimsuit Smother Smackdown champion...WIIIICCCCCCCKKEE Sykes!"
How novel for the announcer to reference Wicke's recent accomplishment related to the beach, almost like she had a title to defend. Perhaps one fall could be dedicated towards a specific field?
Eventually she set her bare feet on the apron, flicking away the little bits of sand. Carefully slipping her entire body through the middle rope and then make her station at the nearest corner. Now to unveil a real treat. Wicke started unbuttoning her entrance outfit and by glimpsing her skin she wasn't wearing the usual leotard. In one swift notion, she tossed her coat to a lucky fan but all eyes were on the curvy scientist's bikini body. Feeling proud of her beauty, she let every curve shine in the spotlight while spectators whistled in delight.
Wicke directed her attention towards the fellow bikini clad fighter. A developed musculature and figure that she couldn't even ignore, but a reminder that competition was fierce. Strutting towards the centre, her smile into a more serious expression, desiring to have a little chat with the other wrestler.
"It is never too late to take responsibility dear. I might not squash you as harshly in front of our captive audience..." Both were confident fighters, but had differing presentations.