Bad news for Sara

"What do you mean I have to lose the belt?" Sara asked Michael Vincent, the head of her wrestling league.

He'd just called hr into his office for an important discussion. Sara had come straight from the gym, her gothic straight black hair in a black ponytail, her regular wrestling star uniform replaced with yoga pants and a tank top. She'd been needing more and more gym time lately. Since she'd hit 30, it was so hard to keep the weight down! Even with workouts five times a week, her thighs, ass and lovehandles kept growing. She was worried she wouldn't fit into her unitard soon enough!

"I mean ratings are down Sara." He explained. "Big time. Your time as champion has gone on too long- and frankly, it's been dull." Michael explained. "We need to spice things up."

"By taking my title?" Sara exclaimed angrily. "Mike, I've been here for years working my way up to this, now you're shoving me aside?!"

"Not at all!" Michael reassured her. "We've got big plans for you. You seen, this will be the start a your new big rivalry. We got a new girl, she's going to be the upstart, you're the seasoned vet. You, the face the fans know and love: her, taking your title and trying to replace you! It's great story potential!"

Sara realized there was some possibilities with this idea. And besides, she really didn't call the shots. She had enough clout to argue with Michael, but at the end of the day it was his league and she had to do what he said. Her contract required it.

"...Okay." Sara agreed.

"Great!" Michael said excitedly. "And, to spice things up even more, we got some new match types as well..."