(sorry for my abscence in the earlier rounds, but I am here now so lets have some fun with this.)
The water park is bustling with a different sort of activity today as Storm's newest tournament has brought its remaining cat fighters, quite the intriguing location I must admit and one I am particularly interested in making full use of in my own fight this day. For this special event I've chosen to come out in a black bikini which clings tight to my chest and hips, highlighting my generous curves and my well toned body for the viewing pleasure of my opponent for this round Sara. I brush my shoulder length crimson hair out of my eyes, using my hand to block out the bright sunlight as I scan the various fighters around the water park looking for my particular one, spotting her near the wave pool where she is standing about waist deep near the center as if waiting for the big wave to come and crash upon her.
"Why hey there Sara! Don't move a muscle I am going to come over to you!" I cup my hands around my mouth and shout out to her before waving as she looks my way, a broad grin on my soft pink lips as my excitement begins to build rapidly now that I've caught sight of her. My feet splash in the surprisingly warm water for this time of year, a credit to whatever machine heats the water up in this park, but soon I am wading through it as the water gets deeper until I too am waist deep with Sara only a few yards away. "I was hoping to get Michelle again since our last fight was so...incredible..." I pause then to smile a little wider as I think back to the incredibly sensual battle we had in the previous round that left us both exhausted but never happier with one another. "But you look fun enough."
(Apologies myself, had a long work week so just finding the time to get around to this now!)
Contrary to most January weather I'm accustomed to, I'm pleased upon my arrival to the water park that it's nice and accommodating for such an event.
'Wow, what a change of scenery and atmosphere,' I think to myself as I get out of my car and make my way to the park gates. The parking lot is empty and to my surprise it appears that Stormy's bought out the entire damn thing and booked it as a private venue for us fighters.
I'm fashionably late, as I tend to be, and I already hear screams, splashes, and tormenting laughs from the other girls. I pull out the park map which was given to me earlier in the week and check the back which has information about my match up.
Okay, Lyanna... old vet... lots of fans... seems like she's not too shabby in a fight... Probably annoyed by 'Napoleon' jokes... Well fuck, this isn't gonna be another cake walk like that wannabe rambo no-show. Heh... that rhymed.'Might as well enjoy the warm weather while I hunt for Lyanna, so first thing's first, I hunt for a chaning room so that I can change into something a little more appropriate. After touring the park for a few minutes I find a spot to change and slip into a cute, simple white bikini top and black bottoms, stashing my street clothes in one of the lockers.
Fuckin' A, I look good! I think as I check myself out in the change room mirror.
Damn girl, you deserve to be here. I've fought through two rounds to get where I am. Let's do this.I step out into the sun and immediately feel relaxed, content, and pumped to kick some busty chick's ass down a peg or two. I explore around the park, smiling as I see all the rides, slides, and attractions that I remembered from summers long ago. My favorite was of course the wave pools -- regular pools that generated artificial waves as if you were in the ocean. Since I can't find Lyanna I decide to chill there, thinking she's even more fashionably late than I am. Before I know it... "Well hey there Sara!" Speak of the devil... the buxom dye-pack ginger splashes through the waist-deep water to meet me.
