Before Sylk could give her input, the voice of Showbizz hailed them from a nearby speaker, as though she had been watching, waiting for them to get dressed. "Good, you both look like a sexy party rendition of Aladdin! That ought to work. Now go back inside, head past hrs curtains, and find your teleporter rings. You'll go straight into your match after that. Remember, fight dirty; it doesn't even matter if it's wrestling at all. I want flash and pinache, people, flash and pinache! Class won't get you cash! Flash and pinache, hold the class, possibly bare some ass if you want that cash! Although uh... I have to pay for censorship fees, so you guys know the rule: if you show the tits then Showbizz has a fit!"
It seemed like Showbizz's job was full of unforeseen difficulties and created a need to temper all frustrations with gratuitous rhyming. Once the two were free of Showbizz's instructions and found the teleporter pads, they had a small period of time to stand and talk before her voice boomed out again, this time louder than before. "Ladies and gentlemen! In the quandrant two ring I direct your attention to our femme fatales for the night! You know her, you hate her, you might die after a headbutt from her: it's Dome! What you may not know is she has a partner: a criminal known in six parts of YumlandNet for chopping the heads of religious icons, it's Ruda!" Boos sounded out as the two presumably showboated... there was no way to tell until they were out of the dressing room.
"Their opponents tonight are from the Neo-Toucan Jungle! Cheetah is here to please with her limber body and sexy fur ensemble. Panther is here for those of you who want two times the boob mass and don't mind a set of abs like a rock wall to to with it! Together, they're the wild cats of the Neo-Jungle!" she announced; Sylk and Lucia heard cheers.
"Now, divert your attention to quandrant number four! With her shocking white hair and her dreamy blue eyes, Technica will trap you in a figure four heart-lock! Bringing up the rear is Shooting Star, who I must say is undoubtedly the best dressed tonight. Next, lets meet their opponents, hailing from the uncharted deserts of the Neo-Sultan Slampire! They're two girls who aren't afraid to fight dirty! First, we have a woman who loves wrestling other women and has several arms more than the average to do it with! Give it up for Mysteria !"
Sylk found herself teleported out and into the arena. Whereas Ruda and Dome were booed properly as heels, everyone seemed ready to cheer Sylk on and whistle besides. "Don't forget her partner: the Lillian Shade, who's fighting tends to be a shade too graphic for daytime television!" Showbizz finished, amazingly having yet to run out of breath.
Sylk and Lucia got a look around at last; they were now on a ring floating upon a star-shaped platform, which was hopefully secure, seeing as beneath that stretched endless quantities of space. The seating looked a little fuller than it had when they checked earlier, but still with a lot of room for people to pour in. The two noticed that the audience was at least 25% men dressed in the distinctive yellow tunics of Neo-Shogun soldiers. Despite Showbizz's voice ringing out and her having a big monitor, her face was nowhere to be seen...
... Except it was. As the two got a good look at "the Shooting Star," they recognized her as the host with her hair let down, wearing a light blue unitard with a silly looking superhero mask in the shape of a yellow star. A sash belt in a darker blue color ringed her waist with tiny, jingling star ornaments attached. Her figure was not terrible for this, but she looked misplaced amongst athletes, since she was short and showing the tiniest semblance of lovehandles.
Her partner, on the other hand, looked right at home. Technica was a tall woman with streaming silver hair and a blue mask to match Shooting Star's yellow one. She wore a sleeveless blue shirt, cut low enough to show her collar bone, and blue cargo jeans, spangled with yellow stars. Her arms, well muscled but not Escort's by any means, were crossed over her expansive chest in a no-nonsense way. "You may have outdone yourself... this may be the most terrible, degrading nonsense I've ever done on one of your shows," she addressed her comrade.
"Shhh! The speakers in here will be on soon!" the Shooting Star hissed. "And at least we're together!"
"... That just makes it worse," the other girl groaned.
"Wrestlers, on your marks! Get set! Cat fight!" Showbizz called out over the speakers, despite ostensibly being right in front of them with her hair down in a stupid wrestler get-up. Technica stepped over the ropes,allowing Shooting Star to lead. The pair would have to device how they wanted to begin as well... although, with dirty wrestling, a partner was often seen sharing the ring. On the other side of the ring, Showbizz paced the circumference of the area, acting like Bruce Lee in a martial arts movie despite having none of the rest of the look.
The two couldn't see Escort and Arch from their position, but they'd probably get a glimpse in a moment. This was because, alarming at least Technica, the rings were starting to orbit around a central point, also alternating height slightly above and below each other at short intervals. Looking out into the stars for too long would definitely be sickening...