"Ugh! I can't believe I was paired up with such an old hag!!!"
The young American would exclaim as she was in the back having just met her tag partner. Tightly hung to her figure, she wore a minimal black string bikini that heavily contrasted against her fair Caucasian skin. Over it she wore an oversized white button-up collared shirt, that was tied in a knot underneath her breast. The woman's long blonde platinum hair flew freely behind her adorned with a small skull-shaped hair clip. Iris Zervas was barefoot and hunched over, clearly displeased by the situation.
"How the hell am I supposed to make a dazzling debut with some hag that looks like she could be going to the retirement home any day now!"

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Sitting across locker room from her partner stood a near middle-aged woman wearing a bikini as well, the striking blend of violet and rose-pink tones perfectly matched with her long purple hair. Despite her age, Caitríona Crowe had the body of a model, her size was just about perfect, her stomach the perfect mixture of flat and toned, her thighs in amazing shape, and her skin looked like she had just come out of a spar.
"Pardon my age..." The Irish teacher would say flatly.
"But I can assure you that my skills in the ring are among the top echelon here in LAW. I am currently undefeated in the two matches I have been in, and I am confident I will be a good partner for you."
"Ugh! I don't care about that!" The Artistic journeymen would explain, tapping her foot in frustration
"Of course we are going to win! I couldn't live with myself if we didn't. But I care more about looking good as we do it! No one gives a damn about a match unless it is for a title or the winners look hot while doing it! And I can't if I'm working with a senior citizen!" The American would groan out.
"Is there no way I could get another partner at this point? Or withdraw from the match myself?"
"Unfortunately not." The teacher would explain.
"It is to late to find a replacement, I suppose you could withdraw if you want, but that would mean a loss in your first match, which is rather unappealing for someone who wants to make a name for themselves..."
"UGH!!! I HATE THIS!!!" The Blonde would cry, falling to her knees, causing the former Olympic athlete to fidget slightly, showing that all this making fun of her age was getting to her a little bit.
"I know you are right when it comes to getting the audience's attention... and I know I'm the eldest competitor in the ring... but I thought I did an adequate job making myself look presentable and desirable..."
A generic theme turned on, signaling the women that it was their turn to make an entrance. The theme was merely LAW's opening number, as Iris had not had time to compose her own theme like she had requested, and Caitríona had specifically requested she didn't want her own theme.
The blonde would make her way to the entrance pouting, but then as soon as she stepped out and into the line of sight of the crowd, would change her expression and would start to wave and blow kisses at the crowd, trying to bounce on her tip toes, making her her breast would bounce as she would wave and smile to the crowd. On the other hand, Ms. Crowe would give a friendly smile and a polite wave, as she calmly made her way down to the ring. The Crowd was clearly not as into this as the previous entrance, since this time they weren't getting free merchandise, but clearly the two gorgeous woman was enough to get them to cheer slightly.
Iris would make it to the ring and would get to the top turnbuckle, make it look like for a second that she was going to untie her top and flash the audience, but instead would shyly put a single finger on her lips and wink, as if seeing her in such a way was a secret that she would only share with her most devoted fans. Caitríona on the other hand would give one last wave to the crowd, before going to her corner. She would nod at her two opponents before doing so. Zervas would not be as restrained though, as after she did her little stunt, the woman would get down off the top turnbuckle and would make her way over to the siblings.
"So like.... Hello! How are you two doing tonight?" The platinum blonde would say with a smile. She wouldn't offer out her hand to her opponents, but would raise a peace sign out to them, trying to give them a cute angle to see her in.
"My name is Iris, and I hope we can put on a show for these people tonight."
The American art student would say as she would look the two up and down, before turning to the larger male sibling. Her eyes would grow big as an idea crossed her mind.
"Also like.... hope you don't mind me being so forward, but you my guy.. are like... an absolute hunk!" She spoke in a slightly louder tone, making sure the cameras could pick up on what she was saying so that the audience, or at least the cameras, could pick up on what she was saying.
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Elsewhere...
Beyond the barricades, standing in the front row standing amongst the peasants and the onlookers stood a mature woman. She had long pink hair that flew freely behind her, and piercing gold eyes. She was clothed in a simple black string bikini, a pathetic attention grabbing article of clothing that she had been forced to dawn to fit in with these other pathetic neanderthals who were trying to get in to see the action. When the alluring Russian had asked for a box office spot for this match, she had been turned down by LAW officials, claiming that they couldn't provide that for her for one reason or another. Pathetic. LAW truly was an absolute abysmal joke of an organization.
Now though, the pinkhaired vixen would simply sit back and relax as she waited amongst the crowd, watching this match unfurl around her.