At last ! never a patient person, I see my opponent sauntering in and I slide off my robe, unveiling my white bikini, as I see her in her black two piece. Just like in the old movies, the good gal is wearing white, and the evil villain is wearing black. I step away from the door, allowing her to enter, and giving myself an opportunity to size her up in person. Long legs, flat tummy and tits, her dark hair swishing around, she seems ready to scrap. The crowd can be heard perfectly in our ‘room’, just as they can hear us, and there is a loud buzz from them.
As she takes her place on the opposite wall, I sneer at her, and take a stride forward. A simple bell sounds, no intros, no fanciness. The crowd knows what the rules are, and they have already heard all the information about us while they were sipping away, awaiting the fight. No one is wearing a mask, the scene is too primal for that. I hear shouts and instructions to us, as she takes a step forward, and I take my second. There really isn’t a lot of maneuver room, as the distance is already close when I ask her whether she wants to be embarrassed again.
Whether she tries to reply or not, without my usual feints and dodges, I lunge in at her, and drop down, hoping to snare a kicking leg or trip her , before she shifts . Tensing up for her reaction, my hands are already scrabbling for her thighs.