"Please shake hands," Natalie said with a sweet smile.  "Remove your gowns and get ready to fight." 

As asked, Rana and Cyrene extended their hands and shook.  The handshake was anything but friendly and sincere, as they gripped and twisted each other's hand in a preliminary show of dominance and control.  Cyrene clearly won the battle, as her expression stayed calm and stern, while Rana gasped and snarled, her wrist cranked around painfully by the blonde.