Awaki was getting ready for the match. Wearing her very short skirt leaving her slender legs revealed, she fixed her top that is if it can be considered as an actual gear which is basically a bondage that was wrapping around her breasts. It was nearly her time to make the entrance as it was audible that her opponent, Haley Thomas, was just making her own. She slowly stood up and made her way towards the gates that would open in seconds now. She made her long red hair into two pony tails, getting into mood for the upcoming brawl.
The gates opened and she rushed down the ramp as her theme song rocked through the LAW arena. She jumped and slid under the bottom ropes. Now that her theme song started to fade, she moved back to her corner gazing back at her opponent. A bigger rack and a wider butt than she had. That woman had some curves and Awaki was never fond of those who was more curvy than she was. Not that she wasn't comfortable with her own body. She knew she had the looks to allure most man easily. But say it's spite or jealousy, that was the fact.
Leaning on the turnbuckle at her corner, teasing her opponent up and down without any type of shame she yelled out
"How do you handle those..." making motions with her hands as if she was groping her own breasts as if they were that big (much like groping some air tits).
"... don't they interfere?" She was exaggerating nevertheless but went with it anyways. Awaki tried to make Haley uncomfortable, poking into her in her comfort zone.
