Win by: there is no Visual fall, only K.O. and submission. The one who manages to submit or knock out her opponent twice in a row wins.
Karisma was ready for almost anything, but she always felt those nerves that made her jump in place. Pulling on her boot and buckling the last strap of her thigh high before taking her changing room exit for granted. Katima snorted and gave the occasional childish short hop, giggling. She didn't know much about Isabelle, except for the certainty of its appearance; but she knew she had a diverse background in moves to watch out for, and also, Katy had a clear view of her appearance. She seemed like a nice girl, someone fun!
She had to tone down the euphoria for had to keep her composure beause Whatever the conclusion of this fight, Alice had given it to her as a way to train her skills, and measure her limits. "Yeah, limits. I can do it, I can," she said quietly to herself before finally straightening up and continuing.
As soon as her track started, this little piece of heaven crossed the entrance with her arms raised in a big general salute and trotted up the top ramp and concluded by passing her body between the canvas and the bottom rope in a full split, drenching the front of her leotard and cleavage in the oily lubricant prematurely.
She didn't laugh at her own clumsiness, not at all. Katy stood transfixed, gazing at her own oiled hands with eyes of decilusion - her chest and abdomen were shiny and smooth before their time and her hands were now slippery. "No... tch, well!" it was going to happen anyway! So she just climbed up to her corner and waved greeted everyone with a big smile! before going down, careful not to slip, and looking forward to what this game has in store for her and Isabelle when the Argentine finally crosses that gateway and enters for this match.
Katima's Gear
