This was easily the most fascinating sight Aroha had witnessed in her entire life.
No, she supposed that wasn't true. But her blue eyes were still as big as saucers as she watched LAW's match techs mechanically pour mud into a pit. She had never seen such a thing. Of course, back home, the mud for matches had not been hard to find; it had found them. After any rain, they would have many pools to choose from, made naturally from the soil. Sometimes, they would have huge pools, and a dozen of them could all hop in at one time and have one of those large matches like they often did in LAW - a battle royale. Seeing them prepare mud in a small pit that was fit perfectly for two people had her incredibly fascinated.
With her own prep being little more than showering and throwing on her typical wrestling attire, she had come out early to watch all the prep. Most of it was like nothing she had ever seen before, even beyond the creation of the mud "arena." She thought it was fascinating to watch all the preparation to record and to make the match safe and to do... whatever else they were doing. Much of it, she did not fully understand. But seeing people skitter about completing their jobs in and of itself was fascinating. Life here was so much faster than back home.
She had already spotted the man approaching in his tiny briefs - it was almost impossible to miss a body like that. She peeped around one of the men preparing in front of her to get a better look at him. She hoped
that was the man she would be rolling around in the mud with, and since he was the only mostly-naked person here besides her, she figured-
Yes, she was right. Good. He was quite loud and brash-sounding, though. Looked very... what was the word... regal? They had called him a wrestling prince. She didn't know if that was legitimate or simply a moniker. Maybe he was like one of those Nigerian princes. Nonetheless, the chipper Kiwi, unperturbed, emerged from within the small crowd to approach him with her biggest grin.
"Here! Hello!"