Marie and Mimete

Marie chuckles softly. "I've been around here for a while, just took a mandatory vacation is all." She explained. "So tell me... are you one of those goody two shoes in the ring, or are you not above stooping to a lower level?" She asked her with a small, quiet grin.

Scoffs.

"Babe, good is so overrated. And most of the competition I met so far are too lame."

Pauses as she looks over in the direction of Marie's voice.

"Say are you looking for a partner?"

Marie grinned at her answer.

"I agree." She nods, rolling her head, then looks over in her direction as well. "I wasn't planning on it, but... I could see you and I working together a bit." She admitted.

Mimete nods.

"Good. I heard there is a tournament coming up for the tag belts. Gold looks so much better on refined ladies like us then that rabble."

Marie slowly smiled, chuckling a little. "I wholeheartedly agree." She replied.

Mimete finally finished showering and stepped out to towel herself dry.

"So it is agreed then?"

Marie nodded slowly, then lifted one finger. "One condition." She stated.

Mimete merely smiled petulantly as she dried her ears and waited for her to speak.

"I want a match with you. I do not doubt your attitude, but I must see if your skill is at par with mine. You don't have to win, just prove yourself. Catfight, in the ring. What do you say?" She asked her.

Mimete's face twisted into a more cruel smirk.

"Bitch, you're on. You might just regret this."

She too was eager to test Marie's strength to see if she was worth her time.