Victory by Pin, KO, or Submission
Ingrid's Bikini

One of the wrestlers had already arrived, and had already made her way through the small entrance. Ingrid Fuentes, LAW's pink-haired Latina, was staring at the oil pit with a distasteful look on her face. She was better than this, she thought. She was above fighting in such a thing, but she knew she didn't have much of a choice. Management had put her into this match, and so she would do it. She would be a good girl, and obey.
For now, at least.
Wearing only the skimpiest of white bikinis, the top of which barely held her huge, heaving breasts, Ingrid slowly stepped into the oil. She shivered as the liquid covered her legs, coming almost-but-not-quite up to her knees, and then she let out a hmph. It didn't seem too bad. It would take some getting used to moving around in, but it didn't seem that bad.
Reaching up to adjust her dark sunglasses, Ingrid turned to the entrance path, and folded her arms over her chest. She stared at the entrance with a cold stare, silently and impatiently waiting on her opponent to make her arrival.
