"Sorry if I've kept you wait...I simply couldn't get away." Kayla saunters in to the room, still dressed in her business attire.

"Actually, you have kept me waiting. But then again, I've been waiting weeks to get my hands on you." Her opponent grumbles -she's dressed in an athletic tee and shorts.

"Well, I'm here. I'll try not to disappoint." She begins to remove her blouse and slips out of her skirt and heels, revealing a bikini. She begins to stretch, preparing for combat.

Her opponent doesn't reply and instead takes off her tee and shorts. She is wearing a b...

"Sorry if I've kept you wait...I simply couldn't get away." Kayla saunters in to the room, still dressed in her business attire.

"Actually, you have kept me waiting. But then again, I've been waiting weeks to get my hands on you." Her opponent grumbles -she's dressed in an athletic tee and shorts.

"Well, I'm here. I'll try not to disappoint." She begins to remove her blouse and slips out of her skirt and heels, revealing a bikini. She begins to stretch, preparing for combat.

Her opponent doesn't reply and instead takes off her tee and shorts. She is wearing a black one-piece suit, and places her hands on her hips, looking ready for action. "Ready?" She brings her hands up ready to engage.

Kayla simply nods. With a flash, she throws a kick and follows it up with a powerful punch, leaving her opponent writhing on the floor. Her opponent holds her face and groans "We didn't agree to strikes..."

Kayla stands over her opponent. "I never agreed to anything of the sort." She punctuates her statement with a stomp. Kayla kneels over her opponent, pinning her and begins to slap and backhand her. With a smile, she begins to count her pin on her fingers.

Looking down at her opponent she mocks "Don't beg. I'll get off of you when I'm ready." Once her pin reaches a ten count she slowly rises to her feet, standing over her defeated opponent. " This is what you've waited so long for? Who put it in your head you could challenge me? You're pathetic."

Kayla turns her back and hits a double bicep victory pose, leaving no doubt who was superior today.

She begins to walk out of the room, pausing to gather her skirt, blouse and shoes. She pauses and turns back around, "If you ever develop any real skills, reach out. I might give you a rematch. But don't waste my time like you did today, I've got no patience for jobbers." Kayla turns and leaves the room.