*Folding her hair backwards before tying it up within a glorious ponytail, The Fashion Assassin fluttered her eyes before approaching her personal locker- It was teeming with personal mementos throughout her LAW career, pictures of valuable friends and detested foes she had encountered.*
"Aaahh, lovely little memories~" *She jubilantly sighed before retrieving her wrestling gear.*
"It's about time I made more~" *flipping through her phone, The Turquoise Shadow brought up the almost vacant gallery regarding her impending foe- Nuo. From what the pictures conveyed, she seemed to be a rather upbeat competitor, quite feisty for a rookie.*
"Hmhm, perhaps I'll introduce her to what law's elite are truly capable of~" *Slipping her signature coat and top on, Kieda proceeded to finish her transformation into the dazzling star of the spotlight before exiting the otherwise lone locker room. Tonight's fight would be no ordinary spectacle however- It was a new type of contest, something she dubbed a "Make it clap match", where the victor would be determined only by smacking their adversary's ass three times without being interrupted.*
*Strolling through the hallway with an unabashedly haughty grin plastered across her countenance, she didn't have to traverse too far before she was nearly swarmed with miscellaneous upcomers, all fawning over her ravishing beauty and striking fashion sense. However, she knew that dawdling for too long would seem rather rude in the eyes of her fans in attendance, casually waving the unnamed peasants before bursting through the curtain and blessing her "entourage" as she calls them with her presence!*
"Magnificent, I know~" *As the sea of flashing lights reinforced this statement, Kieda sashayed towards the vacant arena, sauntering down the metallic ramp before ascending up the staircase. However, as a treat to the spectators in attendance, she would vault flip over the top rope, landing squarely on the platforms of her ornate boots.*
"Let's see her top THAT~" *She guffawed under her breath, approaching her empty corner before filling it with her svelte figure.*