First match

The Diva's snubbed the Humiliatrix as she found a make-up table. She heard a few snide remarks about a "stupid noob," or "silly cartoonish bimbo," as the Diva's went over their routines and bragged about their calendar sales.

The Humiliatrix smiled to herself. This was no act for her, but a mission. She changed into her outfit. Black leather shorts, black leather vest, black leather boots, and black leather gloves. She put on her "bitch" make-up and checked her bag of tricks. Inside was handcuffs, rope, a paddle, Super-Glue, a hair trimmer, a bottle of chocolate syrup, a ball gag, a large diaper, and a hood with no eye holes.

Her first match was with Jillian. Jillian came over to her and looked down at her as Humiliatrix quickly closed her bag. "You won't last two seconds in this biz," said Jillian. "You got the bod, but you don't have the looks. You're too plain or even boyish looking. Oh, don't forget I'm supposed to win this match, twinkie!"

"Oh, I understand," said Humiliatrix fighting every urge to smack this bitch right now, "It's just an honor to be here!"

"Hmph, you better believe it is!" said Torrie Wilson from across the room. "And don't you forget it!"

A man stuck his head in the door, "Jillian, Humiliatrix, five minutes!"