Alisha Grace was slated to have a match for tonight, and the Indian beauty was looking forward to it. Clad in her skintight purple leotard, she would wait for her cue. Soon, her
music was played, and she stepped out to the ramp. She shed her timid self, adopting a more confident persona as she made her way down the ramp, heading over to the ring.
Upon reaching the ring, Alisha would then climb up the apron before rolling under the ropes. Once she was on her feet, she would take a good look at her opponent for tonight. It was a voluptuous beauty clad in skimpy attire that left nothing to the imagination. Smiling, Alisha placed her hands on her hips as she decided to address the other woman before her.
"What a curious sight..." Alisha began.
"Try to make my night. Don't disappoint me." She would approach the other woman, planning to engage her in a banter. At the same time, just to assert her dominance, she would then stand before the woman, Valentina, looking to press her bust against hers. The crowd would love such a sight.