Round 3, Team Blue vs. Team Yellow. Isamar Taunts her Opponents

Cheyenne Jewel hits the mats first for Yellow. Five-five and 135 pounds of tight muscle, ready to answer for last round. Isamar Gutierrez steps out for Blue, same weight, half an inch shorter, all attitude. Sahara Rain’s still breathing hard on the sidelines after the finger-fucking she just took, two straight minutes pinned and wrung out. They need points fast. Blue’s feeling it. They smell blood. The tension is thick enough to fuck. Isamar circles Cheyenne, quick hands, quicker mouth, talking shit while she shuts down every drive. Cheyenne’s strength gets twisted and neutralized, her power turned back on her until she’s stuck, panting, nothing left but frustration. Sahara tags in. Yellow wants payback. Both girls rush, eyes on the 5’3” brunette who just made their teammate pay. Isamar ducks clean, slips the double-team, and laughs right in their faces. That laugh cuts deep. It says the match is already slipping away. Yellow keeps clawing, desperate, but the gap from round two is too wide. Every scramble ends with Isamar in control, every tag just buys another wasted minute. Sahara and Cheyenne push hard, but the damage is done. The cocky little brunette on Team Blue has them exactly where she wants them, and she’s not finished taunting.