Masako walked out and groaned, brushing a hand through her hip length golden blonde hair. She was wearing a Leather halter top and military fatigue style pants with combat boots, she seemed unarmed as she glared about with teal colored eyes.  "This is wrestling not a fucking spar. I demand a different ring!" she shouted loudly and crossed her arms over her very large bust. "I'm not doing a single damn thing until my demand is met." she growled, as a wooman used to getting her way. She had toned muscles in her arms and a barely defined 6-pack.