As the woman climbed into the ring the referee gestured and the metallic creaking from over head echoed through the room. With only that noise as warning a flood of fresh, milky white whipped cream dropped from overhead the coat the fight. Glory had never minded the strange, usually sweet tasting, subsanstances that the fight was carried into. It was the pouring from above that she'd wouldn't miss if it was gone though. She ran a fingers over her lips and the licked away the dessert topping that coated it.
The speakers buzzed and then the song changed and the intro to Christina Aguilera's Dirtybegan to blare from the sound system. The music was meant signaled the start of the fight.
With her co-workers, Glory almost alway waited for the other girl to make the first move. When it came to audience volunteers, it was better to do the opposite, usually because many woman unfamiliar with being in the ring were unsure about how to begin. She moved slower than she had with Honey or the other girls. Crossing the space that separated her from the other woman--who appeared to be grinning with excitement!--Glory would get hands around the woman's waist and try to shove her back abit. Not too hard--the manuever was clearly not a regular attack but more a move to gauge just how much force the other female could handle.