Femi Zahara vs Bianca Garcia

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Femi remembered the exact moment Sydney had discovered that her child was still alive and had followed not just hers, but her families footsteps. However, it also left a sinking feeling in her stomach. She knew it only brought her closer to the women of their Household that surely would use their descendant for their devious purposes: her sister, Aya, was surely and gradually reaching for Yona Giovanni, but she just hasn't struck yet. Femi and Sydney had to protect their granddaughter, and daughter, or else she'd either be killed by Freja or used by Aya as her replacement heir for her deceased daughter.
It was a horrid situation, both women of the Giovanni side of the family, having to come out of hiding, only making the appearance of Freja more and more likely. Of course, they didn't care, confident that they'd find Yona before that, but the two legends weren't going to get away with returning to the wrestling scene without having a few matches of their own. It was a hard reality they'd have to face, but they were celebrities.
Regardless, she walked down to the entrance, and descended the ramp, crowds of people cheering her on. It had been decades since she fought, but it seemed like she had pulled in much more publicity than she expected. The men in the crowd begged her to address them, the chubby brunette surprised that she was still desirable despite her weight and age. She had always been quite curvy, but staying in hiding doesn't exactly give you much time for exercise. She could feel her folds jiggling slightly, her ass cheeks bouncing up and down, the crowd going crazy. The grandmother blushed, climbing into the ring, with one arm covering her breasts.
"Oh boy~ I'm too old for this.." She uttered under her breath, getting on her knees and posing for the crowd; her sights blinded with flashing lights.

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