Rhiannon

It didn't take the pervert long to start making her way down to the ring; and she would sway her hips proudly as she did so, soon enough Rhiannon would find herself right in front of the ring, and would climb onto the apron and enter through the middle ropes. Rhiannon would take a moment to grind against the middle rope with one leg at either side of them though; letting out a subtle breathy pant before making her way to her corner. Rhiannon seating herself on the middle turnbuckle; as she waited eagerly for her opponent.
Rhiannon hadn't looked into her opponent, but she wasn't pick. As long as the pervert got her fun she didn't care if her opponent was the next world champion; some inexperienced cosplayer, or a method actor that had gone too deep to play a wrestler role. The pervert was particularly excited today; so she had drive to win, even if it that drive was mainly built from the fact she could do whatever she wanted to do to her soon to be foe, if the pervert came out on top.
