"Ladies and gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall and it is a falls count anywhere match. The winner must win by pinfall or submission. First, making her way to the ring, standing at 5 foot 10 inches and weighing in at 148 pounds...."
It was at that moment that Rylie's new music kicked in as it was now music that was less flirty and was more hardcore and meant to get the adrenaline pumping. Wearing a two piece blue and black bikini with matching calf high boots and a blue and black flannel shirt tied around her waist that had a hole in the body of it for her racoon tail to freely wiggle from side to side as she strutted into view. Hauling a trash can over her shoulder, she heard the cheers of the crowd, welcoming her back as she looked at the crowd and smiled in thanks as she then got serious and let out battle cry as she held the trash over her head.
"From your nearest video game dumpster. She is the trash queen. That Rascal...Rylieeeeee Maaaaarrrshhhhaaaalllllll!" She then kept the can hauled over her shoulder as she walked to the ring, slapping fives with those reaching out for it as she then tossed the can over head to land in the center of the ring with a loud crash as she then made her way to one of the sides of the ring and leapt up onto the edge of the ring and twisted around to curl her arms around the top and middle rope as she rested her back to the ropes as she looked out at the crowd, also acknowledging the second level of audience as she looked up with a smirk before she twisted back around and entered into the ring swinging her arms back and forth and rotating her neck to loosen herself up as she hopped up and down, warming up and waiting for her buddy, but at this moment, her opponent to make his way to the ring.