"Ggrrhh!" *The taciturn wrestler grunted from the anguish while continuing to try to stay indomitable. Ava had a particular glow about her however, something Zetta couldn't quite put her finger on, but it was intriguing to say the least. While she would usually be outright infuriated with something like this transpiring, having been so close to conquering someone of Ava's stature, she felt at ease and almost delighted that she had kicked out- It only meant that they had the chance to play together more.*
"Not bad..." *Zetta nodded, showing a smidgen of respect for Ava's resiliency. She would subsequently bow as a means of personal veneration for the taller woman, maintaining eye contact all the while.* "But I'm better..." *She shot the massive mechanic a small yet present smirk before approaching her, guard up, to engage in combat. Her hands folded into tight fists, Zetta separated her feet at shoulder's length, exhaling upon assuming her traditional fighting stance.*