*Brushing the bangs out of her hair to catch a clear view of herself in a nearby mirror, Ikiala caught a glimpse of what could only be described as a snarky grin- She had cleanly annihilated her first opponent on law, the ravishing Cynthia, and was now looking forward to the impending bout she had this very evening. Casually snatching her phone from inside her gym bag, she proceeded to scroll over to Mary's Ivonskaya profile page, and suffice to say, she was immediately intrigued- A radiant bouffant of hair, accentuating outfit and humungous build, such as her own, that would be hers for however long she wanted was almost enough to coax out a coo of unbridled elation.*
"Hmhm, this should be quite the memorable encounter~" *The voluptuous Samoan remarked while dawning her traditional wrestling garb. However, while nonchalantly perusing through Mary's incredibly extensive gallery, she couldn't stop thinking about her previous encounter, wondering if Cynthia would possibly be watching somewhere in the stands- Would she cheer her on, or wish for her imminent downfall? These thoughts swirled around in her mind as she slipped into her ensemble, right up until she pulled the ceremonial shirt over her healthy orbs.*
"I believe it's time to continue my undisputed dominance~" *Effortlessly pushing the door open with her pinky's fingertip, Ikiala marched through the long corridor, causing an aura of unprecedented fear to fill the hallway from her presence alone- Anyone who didn't immediately flee on sight scurried from her peripheral vision, causing a condescending chuckle from the colossal behemoth. Once she reached the curtain, Ikiala pushed through, causing an uproar of applause from the crowd!*
*The instant she appeared into public view, Ikiala clinched either side of her shirt, tearing it asunder much to the delight of the audience!*
"GGRAAWH!" *She shrieked before charging towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope before hopping to her feet, suddenly dialing her intensity down to a more regulated level. Once her theme faded out, she approached her designated corner, pressing her backside against the metallic pole and crossed her arms over her bare chest in anticipation of her opponent.*