Round 2 of the second match for Team Dragon vs Team Nightmare

Round two opens raw. Isamar Gutierrez locks up with Mistress Kara on the mat while Syd watches from Nightmare's corner. The ref checks Kara's grip, the crowd holds its breath, then the first hard takedown lands. Kara's forearm cuts across Isamar's throat, breath hissing between clenched teeth. She works the hold, twists, and drives Isamar belly-down. The brunette bucks, hips jerking, but Kara stays heavy. One knee pins the small of Isamar's back. The second slides between her thighs. Pressure. Heat. Then the slick press forward, deliberate, until Isamar's hole yields. The camera catches every inch: the slow, deliberate thrust, the tight ring gripping, the faint tremor that runs up Isamar's spine. Kara sets a steady rhythm—short, controlled strokes, each one sinking deeper than the last. Isamar's fingers claw the canvas. Her shoulders lift, then drop again when Kara shoves her flat. Sweat beads on Kara's collarbone, runs down between her breasts, drops onto the small of Isamar's back. The pace never wavers. Every thrust lands with the same measured force, the same quiet intensity, as if Kara is proving something to herself as much as to the room. Dragon Lily nods once from the corner, arms folded. The match is far from over, and she knows it.