"Eight...gghh..nine...ggrhh...ten!" *The colossal figure occupying the locker room shouted, completing her final squat with nearly four hundred pounds encumbering her before finally rolling it off of her broad shoulders as a reverberating*
"THUNK!" *filled the room. Clasping a nearby towel within the palm of her olive-skinned hand, Ikiala patted her forehead down, the rag absorbing the beads of perspiration dribbling down her skin while taking a light breather.*
"Alright, that should be enough of a warmup~" *Ambling towards a vacant table, she began scrolling through her phone until finally stopping on a particular message- Her impending opponent, a ravishing blonde that went by the name of Cynthia, who's natural beauty and poise instantaneously caught her attention. Despite this being her debut fight, Ikiala had developed a cult following in the indies, amassing a strong presence for this important bout!*
"Well, I don't want to mar that gorgeous countenance of hers, but I fear as though I'm not left with an ulterior option~" *Nonchalantly shrugging at her own statement, the humungous amazon proceeded to toss on her tight tank top which clung to her body, eager to be torn asunder whenever the moment struck her. Before she knew it, the backstage staff gave her the signal to approach the dividing curtain. With her tanned physique glistening from the dim, ambient lighting Ikiala confidently sashayed towards her destination, catching the eye and envy of those that she passed.*
"Let's get this started~"
*Emerging from behind the scenes, Ikiala received a strong amount of support from the audience before tearing her shirt like a piece of tissue paper, causing the audience to be whipped into a frenzy! With that, Ikiala charged towards the ring, sliding underneath the lowest hanging rope before returning to her feet and fist pumping towards the sky, her mammoth breasts blithely bouncing with her vigorous motioning. After a few seconds of this, she approached her neutral corner, waiting for her music to fade out as the anticipation to meet her opponent grew with each passing second.*