Meet Tikka at the airport

Tikka was waiting at the airport.

She wore a pink Mandurian collar contrast trim cut out front bodycon dress. Over her shoulder she had her gym bag that carried her clothes and other items for America.

Tikka gives a heavy sigh as someone of the intercom said it will be another hour before her flight is ready. She was bored and getting antsy. Of course, she was getting suspicious as people were being slowly escorted out of the lounge area she was in, leaving her pretty much alone.

“Greetings, Chinese slut.”

Tikka turns to see Galaxia in a tight latex, red dress swinging a dog collar attached to a chain. “I have come to claim you.”

The young wrestler gives a small smile, bows her head, and then throws her bag at Galaxia’s head.

Galaxia catches it but Tikka does a high kick sending Galaxia to her knees.

Tikka then jumps out of her heels and does a foot jab at Galaxia’s face.

Galaxia catches it and growls. She then throws Tikka’s foot in the air, which the young gymnast flips in the air and lands on some seats.

Tikka looks down at Galaxia with a smile

The crowd that had gathered around started to clap.

This was going to be harder than Galaxia thought. Good. She wanted a challenge.