Yuzuha came out and made her entrance soon after. Clad in her favorite leather studded pants and jacket, with iron chains wrapped around her left arm. She stood at the entrance, looking at her opponent for this match. Crowd reactions were rather mixed, boos and cheers could be heard. Not that Yuzuha cared much about the crowd, she's only there to beat the shit out of her opponent, she's not there to please the crowd.
Yuzuha then started to walk towards the ring, glancing towards the crowd that boos her before flipping them the finger. She loosened the iron chains as she walked. As she reaches the ring side, she walked to the stairs at the corner. Whipping the chain at the barricade nearby before taking the steps. Dropping the chains at the stairs, she took off her jacket while gazing at her opponent. Trying to gauge how she looked and how tough she really is. Sighing at her looks while tossing the jacket away, she entered the ring. Cracking her knuckles and loosening her neck before she points at her opponent.
"You, I don't care how tough you think you look... But a fucking sarashi on a hardcore match? Are you really asking for your tiddies to pop out for the crowd to watch?" Yuzuha spoke with a rather disgusted tone. As much as she likes fighting and the whole biker gang fashion, a sarashi is just a stupid piece of cloth that would wear off and reveal breasts if worn for a rather long time. Especially in fights, she shook her head shortly after. "Not that I care, but if that's how you want to look after I beat you to shit... Then so be it." She concluded, glancing at the ref. "Yo, start the match already you shitter." She asked as she readies her stance.