Becky get's a late start. It sounds like she;s trying to cast a simple antimagic barrier, but she keeps stuttering over the middle syllables.
You finish your spell eloquently and Becky is magically doubled over: she drops to the mat, stretching her arms out so her wrists are even ankles and tucking her legs up so her knees touch her collar. She topples over, exposing her bare feet and round ass. Her face flushes with embarrassment. Her glossy bubble-gum pink toe-nails shimmer in the arena lights as she desperately clenches her feet.
You almost feel bad as you haughtily approach your bested opponent.
Her eyes go wide with fear as she continues to attempt to cast some spell, mumbling and botching the phrasing horribly.
"Becky, just submit," you say.
She continues her feeble "casting", butchering the syllables even more as she rushes to cast.
"Do you want me to cast Aundia's Jawbreaking Lemon Gag?!", you ask, increasingly exasperated. "If you keep on babbling who knows what sort of magical train wreck you'll concoct!"
"Just submit," you whisper loudly. "I won't even tickle you."
Becky stops her blabber-casting for a moment, eyeing you incredulously. She notices you looking at her slim, helpless feet, scoffs and continues trying to cast her spell.
It's likely that Becky will flub whatever spell she's trying to cast, but even if she does it could be unfortunate for both of you. It might be best to magically gag her and go for the referee-determined win.
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