Ayesha Mustafa vs. Kaylee Shay - One Night Show

Standing in a corner of the gym ring, her legs wobbling quite uncontrollably. The lack of steel in her eyes was quite apparent, not that anyone was too complaining about it. A few of the ladies in the gym had stopped here to watch today's One Night Show at the gym, eyeing the foreign stranger they'd been seeing come here every day for the past couple of months now. The One Night Show was a small wrestling show that happened now and then, for anyone interested in wrestling to show off for whoever was watching.

Ayesha gulped. She had tried to take all her training and lessons from Anne and Lily's stable to full commitment, and had picked up the gusto to actually sign up for the gym's One Night Show. She figured it'd be a good way to start; maybe get used to having a crowd staring at her for when she'd go big.

Unfortunately, the moment she actually crawled in, the cold feet came. The blizzard on her legs were blowing in even harder when her opponent walked into the ring.

Kaylee was eying Ayesha the whole time it took her to walking down to the ring, only looking away as she rolled into the ring under the bottom rope, using the ropes to stand up straight at the opposite end of the ring from her opponent. Confident radiating off of Kaylee despite this being her first appearance in a venue like this one. Barely noticing the eyes of the onlookers as she had her full attention on Ayesha. To Kaylee, her performance every single night will determine how successful she becomes which to her means she will give it all even at a simple one-off sign up competition.

Having a strategic background from her years of playing fighting games, she knew that whoever got their momentum going first was more likely to win in the end. So she waited to see what Ayesha's first move was going to be. Taking a couple of steps closer, she reached out her right hand to offer a friendly handshake to her opponent to try and help with her nerves. It was clear as day to anyone with some level of experience in these situations that she wasn't fully there and that wasn't the type of fight Kaylee wanted right here and now.

Ayesha, her legs still wobbling, walked up to Kaylee, her brown tank top and cream color underwear, and with the biggest, least stable looking smile she could give, reached her hand forth to shake Kaylee's hand.

A sort of wet slap sound would come, as it became notable Ayeshas hand was drenched in sweat, as was the rest of her. With her lips quivering, she said, "G-good day!"

Kaylee chuckled softly under a sly smirk as she eyed down Ayesha, her confident in this going well growing by the second as she firmly grasped and shook the girls soaking wet hand once before letting go and taking a few steps back. Her bright yellow hues moved up and down examining her opponents body and attire which made her feel overdressed in comparison. Which was quite silly in fairness considering she only wore a tight fitting tank top and short shorts which fell by her waistline loosely. This exposed her long muscular legs and arms to allow them unrestricted movement so she can utilise her flexability to her fullest.

With her smirk turning more into a friendly smile she said "Show me your best and I'll be merciful" jokingly to Ayesha hoping it wouldn't frighten her further before approaching her slowly with both hands held out infront welcoming a test of strengh to get this match started off strong.

The bell rang aloud, as the few spectators started hooting and clapping, to cheer on both competitors.

The posture Kayley immediately took (if Aye remembered correctly) was a test of strength. And from her previous experiences and other things that had been told to (and beaten into) her, she was terrible at that stuff.

A half plan, half instinct idea came to her. As Kayley approached with her stance, Ayesha....proceeded instead to walk sideways, her hands instead held open outwards, palms exposed, like a magician who just finished their trick, trying to circle. Her wobbly lips were a strong indicator of her lack of confidence, though the determined fire in her eyes was a completely different story.

She knew she had to hold out as much as possible.