Humble Beginnings

That's right, it's not my first time in the SFL. Back when I was twenty one, I joined the league. It was a lot more underground then than it is now, but I still made good money off of it, which helped with college. I was good at it, took to the training a lot better than I thought I would. I grew to love the mix of physical competition and sex. It helped that I was good at it. I won more matches than I lost, had some great rivalries. I was almost the champion at one point, but, I lost that match to a better sexual grappler. But, eventually after four fun years, I left the league, at around the same I time graduated. I went on to become a business accountant, work at a big firm. Get married. You know, the normal life.

But life has a way of blindsiding you sometimes. A car accident that puts you in a wheelchair for almost a year. That's followed by finding out the man that you promised 'til **** do us part' with has started cheating on you. With your physical therapist. Who is a man. But....that's done. We divorced, I got the house, he got the cars. He also got the physical therapist, so I guess all is well there. But I also got the hospital bills, physical therapy bills, (yes, I even had to pay the one that my husband cheated on me with.), lawyer bills, the lists roll on. And for those of you that don't live in America like I do, those medical bills can get out of control.

Of course, I went back to work, and I was making decent money despite having been away from the business world for a while. Still though, things were still looking more than a little bleak. I could sell the house, maybe move somewhere else. But, it was my house, the one I spent years of my life making into my home.

So, pride kept me from that course of action.

Meanwhile, by this time the SFL had become a much bigger organization than it was in my time there. You could go online and stream their matches....which I did, just on impulse. What I felt surprised me. I expected to miss it, sure. But, as I watched those women wrestle and sexfight their way to victory, or defeat, I remembered a time when I felt like I was in control of things. Sure, I didn't win all my matches, but when I lost, it was because my will failed me and I let my sex drive overcome me. Or because I was out wrestled.

When I won, it was because I had more control and skill than he or she did. And testing that control in competition, it made me feel alive in a way I didn't appreciate back then. Then I did some research and saw the kind of money that could be made by even a mid carder on the roster these days. The number was....much higher...than it was during my career there. I decided then and there that I would return to the SFL, to gain back what I so desperately missed, and to solve my money troubles to save my home.