Match scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit.
Standing behind the curtain was Carina Ricci clad only in her brown biniki attire. She rolled her neck and bounced from both legs, eagerly waiting to make her entrance. Today she had a match here at LAW’s arena near the city of Kyoto against an opponent she was all quite familiar with, the Lebanese powerhouse, Nayla Ameera. They had fought against one another in a smother bout at apartment with Nayla securing the victory in the end. Despite the loss it had been amazing contest ad learning experience for Carina.
In fact they had both express interest for a rematch, this time in the ring with an audience. Needless to say the company was more than willing to oblige the mutual request and now weeks later it was time. As soon Carina heard her theme song playing and the announcer calling out her name, the girl from LA walked out into view. Smiling ear to ear, Carina waved at the fans on both side of the ramp while proceeding to the ring. Climbing up to the side she flashed double v signs to the excited crowd before jumping over the top rope and landed on both feet, as the canvas shook beneath her.
Nodding to the middle aged referee present Ricci stood in the middle of the ring with hands on the hip. I been training as often as possible for this moment. Nayla is no doubt just as ready...wouldn’t have it any other way. She thought quietly inside the ring.
