Besides, the little blonde was unaware of the real reason the raven-haired wrestler was whining - perhaps her blows were hurting her more than Katima calculated, but she was indifferent to tears and crying in a match. So she would smile at the crowd while extending an arm towards the ceiling so as not to kill the fun atmosphere and then seek to grab hers head and the bottom of hers leotard in a sort of wedgie to force her to the centre of the ring where she would set her up for a hold.
Roll dice
Author's note: failed roll.