Time to let her in on the "joke".

An exasperated and embarrassed Daphne replied, "Yes! A fashion show! Not a...a rip-off-the-fashion show!" To her bewilderment, Daphne would watch as her fellow redhead was having trouble keeping her laughter in. "What's so funny?!"

Taking a moment to compose herself - with a chuckle or snicker - Kim would answer the distressed Daphne. "I don't know how you didn't already notice the lack of a catwalk...or would it be the addition of the ring? Either way, this is no fashion show. This is a wrestling event."

If it was possible, Daphne's face got even redder as she processed her mistake. "O-Okay but...why strip me?! Surely you could've pinned me by now, right?" This caused the cheerleader turned hero to laugh once again.

"Clearly someone missed the final pre-match meeting; let me guess, touching up your makeup?"

"Uh...w-well..."

"I'll give you the quick and dirty then; this is no simple wrestling match, this is battle royal, a Royal Rumble but unlike others, you're not eliminated until you're naked and well..." She'd simply give the mystery solver a sultry look, believing it'll get the point across and from the blush forming on Daphne's face, she was right. "And now that we've caught you up on what's going on..."

Seeing Kim starting to advance upon her, Daphne started to look around for some form of salvation as her eyes darted between her opponent, her shoes, the entryway.