Well, you'd better make sure you're ready...

Alright, alright, don't panic. A quick assessment of yourself and the area as the bell rings tells you that- man, your breasts are really spilling out of the top of this bra. And your bum's basically hiding your panties, instead of the other way around... oh, hey, your shoelaces are undone.

You take off your gloves, crouch down, and begin tying your shoelaces back up just as the sprinting Bombardier reaches you, and- owwwww! Her stomach hits right into your head. You look up towards her accusingly as you rub the top of your head, but she doesn't look all that good herself. She's taken a few stumbling steps away from you and into the centre of the ring, where she's doubled over and gritting her teeth, both forearms wrapped across her stomach. Gosh, you hope she isn't hurt.

Abandoning your shoelace project you stand up straight and walk over towards her, still rubbing the top of your head. That really hurt...

When you reach her, she doesn't seem to want any help. In one fluid motion, she stands back up and grabs for you, one arm going between your legs and hooking onto your ass and the other bending around the top of your chest as she hoists you into the air. You only manage to let out one small "eep!" before suddenly she slams you back into the floor of the ring! Which is padded, so it doesn't actually hurt that bad. Physically! But emotionally that was really mean! You growl out the side of the face not currently pressed up against the ring mat, and hop to your feet, arms raised.

Right! Now you're really in this fight!