Robin's life, one of pure misfortune, somehow led to her eventual downfall from a woman of science to a brute of a wrestler. Thankfully, her outfit's proportions fit like a glove on her breasts. She wasn't much of a fighter in her figurative "past life," but she told herself it was a David and Goliath scenario. She just had to use her intelligence, and the win was within her grasp. She didn't want to lose, but she also didn't have much motivation to win some materialistic object like a belt. After all, it's either this or scraping around with some street thugs that she barely managed to escape from last time.
She wasn't much for theatrics either, which became ironic as she walked down the ramp, adored by millions behind two borders. She slipped through the ropes, looking at her opponent objectively. She wasn't afraid of her all too much. She's read up on Rin and knows she's just as new to this as she was. Though comparing the two in physique, Rin shockingly had faint signs of abs and muscles despite her perfectly angled hips. In contrast, Robin had a sustainably skinny belly covered in paint to hide her withering corpse of a body. Rin surely had the strength advantage, but Robin would solely bring home the glory with her unfathomable intelligence.
"Oui, girl. Make this easier for both of us, and drop out now. I wouldn't want to get my attire dirty."
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