Island Match - Makani vs Carbi Queen

Bikini Beach Match: Win by Knock Out, Submission, Pin, Climax, or Humiliation

Caribe made her way down to the beach for her first match, smiling as she felt the sea breeze. 'Feels like home.' The breeze rustled her straw colored skirt as she stepped calmly over the various cobblestones around the beach area as she headed towards the ring. Pausing at the beach house she checked her appearance in the reflection off the glass, also looking out at the small crowd who were seated on wooden benches. Her hand went up to press her makeshift turnban, a bleached burlap cloth that held her hair up. She sighed to herself, "Day ref will probalely c'mplain iv I keep dis on. Bigini madgc..." Her accent waver back and forth between a heavy Jamacian accent and coherent english with the slight hint. She then looked at her reflections breasts and frowned. DD-Cups. She grabbed at them through her straw colored halter bikini top, squeezing them. "Useless tings. You get in me way." Sighing she turned and headed toward the ring. The tide had begun to come in and the sure had begun to lap into the designated area. Caribe looked at the ref, the water was coming in on her side. "Ay der luv, wads wiff dis? You gonna try drown us?" The ref girl shakes her head, "It won't come up much more than this. By the way..." She gestured to her skirt. Caribe sighed, "I'll take id off when my 'ponent comes." With that she stomps her foot, kicking up some wet sand in the process.

There was quite a number of heads that turned to admire the figure of the other tropical beauty that now walked towards the ring. Her walk was not particularly fast or determined; it was essentially a stroll on the beach. Clad in a white bikini with a halter top and a colorful piece of cloth over the bottom, Makani looked at the beach. That beach had a different, salty fragrance from the one she was used to visit, and she liked it. Over her left shoulder, she carried a wooden pile to which a sign was attached. However, the sign was facing down, so it was still a mystery concerning what was written on it. As she approached the ring, she waved to the small crowd with a smile. Before entering it, she sticked the sign to the sand near her corner; there was a logo in it, and you could read the name "Paterson's".
Makani entered the ring and threw the cloth aside, revealing the matching bottom of her bikini. She then asked the ref in a low voice: "Am I late?", and let out a little phew when she shaked her head. She then walked towards Caribe, offering a handshake. "Hello, I'm Makani. Nice to meet you." She talked as slowly as usual, despite her excitement.

Caribe smiles and steps into the ring as well. She shakes back and you can see multiple scars on her arm, "Call me Caribe luv. Neething goes heer, ride?" Her accent flares up, almost to an undistinguishable degree. The ref indicates her skirt again and she gives a sigh as she takes it off, leaving her hair well wrapped up above her head. "Alride luv, soons dee bell ring I'm gonna havta move ubta your sid kay?" Caribe backs to her corner, leaning on her pole as the tide washes over her ankles.

"No hard fealings, then." Makani moved back to her corner. Seeing the conversation had ended, the ref rang the bell. Makani then assumed her stance, keeping her feet apart and raising her forearms on front of her head and upper torso. She'd start stepping towards Caribe, waiting for a first move.

"Nah nah, none at all." As the bell rang Caribe stepped out of her corner as well. She had already looked her over once but was being a little more scrutinious, thinking once more, 'Part boxing part wrestling it seems. But can she fight?' Caribe smirks and steps forward, gesturing for a classic lock-up, wanting to test her arms strength before anything else. "Come on luv, less see watchu got."

Makani accepted the lockup, wanting to gauge the opponent's strength as well. Once she had done that, she would aim to push Caribe back to her own corner or, if it was the case, not being pushed back. "I think it's time we stopped chatting."

Caribe gives a grunt as she feels herself being pushed back. Her muscles flex, long scars on her outer arms begining to show. She gives a press forward, the wet sand on her side offering better footing. "Nah luv, I'm ot good when I'm seerus."

Makani was initially satisfied with the opponent going back, but the sand's help brought things to a stalemate. This, however, wasn't the first time Makani had to deal with something like this. "I wondeer what would happen if I made you serious." She gave a sudden and stronger push in order to unbalance Caribe's posture.

"MMmm, naugonna happen luv." Feeling Makani bgin to push harder, Caribe rises up to the balls of her feet, neutralizing the pressure using her powerful thighs. But she doesn't stay for long. She suddenly reverse the hold, pulling Makani towards her by the arms and twisting her body, aiming to throw her down and straddle her.

Makani put up a bit of resistance, but in the end she was brought to the ground, her back making a small depression on the sand. The opponent was good. Makani would try to roll and throw Caribe too before she was straddled.