Honoka Kobayashi had tried so many times to get her head in the game as it were backstage, that she had built up something a routine. A routine with arguably a success rate of 0, given Honoka's astonishing win record.
A lovely grand total of 0. And she wasn't exactly a brand new performer.
Stepping foot before the masses with a fake smile to boot, that smile became a little more genuine as she descended the ramp. It was hard not to cheer for the plucky lightweight, if only because of her insane bad luck. She often had the skill to go far in matches, and might have been amongst the physically strongest in the lightweight division itself. But something was always alluding the busty pinkette. Be it luck or destiny, Honoka always fell apart as the match went on.
And she was most certainly opening herself up to such a possibility again tonight, given that her opponent towered over her in nigh all forms. A discovery she made but should have very well known, as she clambered upon the ring apron before sliding her chesty figure through.
"I hope..." She'd gulp, asking herself yet again why she even opted to consider a match against a heavyweight, never mind outright go through with it. It was far too late to say no now, mind. Unless she wanted to abandon all attempts at looking mature, with the brief vision appearing in her mind of her sliding below the ropes and bolting it backstage. A vision she swallowed down and cast aside, as she stared into the eyes of Ishtar.
"...We have a good one..!"