Amber intercepted

Amber goes for the ball, hoisting it up. Even her big biceps bulge as she lifts it, moving slowly for her corner basket. Ilsa moved groggily for a bit, but then moved by the ring apron. She grabbed Amber's ankle and pulled, making her trip up. Amber tripped and fell, just avoiding landing on the hard ball and groaning. Ilsa slips back into the ring, grabbing the ball away from her.

Amber grabs at the chain, holding her in place so she can't go any further. "Oh I'm sorry," Ilsa says with a cold grin. "Did you think I was going away with this?" She kicks Amber in the chin, knocking her onto her back holding her jaw. She lifts the ball up high and drops it down on Amber's hard abs. They absorb some damage, but Amber still curls up howling in pain, holding her hard belly. Ilsa laughs coldly at her.