Lola Pop responds to feedback from her new fans

"Here at the S-A-T, we rake in a lot of money-- more money than you'd think for an underground operation like this! That's on account of our hyped-up viewers and sexy strippers like you that pump them all the way up! With that in mind, we like to give them the chance to offer feedback at the end of our shows," the announcer's voice rang through the steel cage. "And of course, with our fighters raking in that dough, we want to make sure they're taking fan feedback very, very seriously! So Lola, let's see you really put your back into it!"

The 99% naked clown continued to grin stiffly and nodded her head, speaking through her teeth. "Mmm hmm! Lola Pop's always here for her fans!" Her mind was rapidly swinging like a pendulum between the options of sticking it out and having some money to show for all of this and just punching her way out of the cage and leaving all this behind her.

"Let's hear from our first fan! Ooooh, this one's one of our loyal patrons alright! He says that he's not big on fighters who cover up with their glove too much-- for defense or coverage! Guy's got a point, don't you think?" the announcer chuckled. "People like a flashy, offensive fighter! So let's see you flash 'em!"

"I mean, I do like to be flashy, but defense is kind of important too! As demonstrated in the last fight. And um... That really doesn't have anything to do with showing off my body."

"Hmmmmm kind of a lukewarm answer! Where's that trademark showmanship of Lola Pop the Candy Clown? If you want a celebrity sized payout, you ought to act like a celebrity!"

There was no use fighting it. Even if she didn't show off now, she couldn't help the fact that the cameras had already caught every inch of her on film. A little more wouldn't make a difference. The clown girl bit her lip and lowered her gloves, crossing them behind her back instead so at least they'd cover her bottom. Her well-shaped breasts, big and pale in color with stand-out pink nipples on each tip, were exposed to the audience, soliciting another whoop of excitement that caused the red to return to her face.

"That's the stuff! A flashy fighter ought to be willing to flash!" the announcer continued approvingly. "Let's hear from our next fan. This one says he loved the part where you inflated your tits! They're surprisingly big for a kid-friendly act like yourself! They're still inflated right now, huh?"

"I uh... I can't actually inflate them again right now. It's on cooldown," she muttered, staring self-consciously down at her exposed chest.

"Woah! That's the natural size, huh? Nothing to complain about there! How about you give those balloons a little bounce for the fans?"

"I'm telling you, they're not inflated," Lola pouted, puffing up her cheeks and looking to the one side of the arena where no one was located. Red-faced, she swung her torso a bit, letting her funbags swing in the open air, then bounced on her toes, making them shake up and down. "There. See? Just natural boobs."

"Can you believe it folks? Big naturals!" The announcer laughed along with the audience, then cleared his throat. "Uh oh! We're getting a little personal with this next one. Girl like you, with those great big honkers, has probably been with a lot of guys, haven't you? When's the last time you got fucked, Lola Pop?"

The girl's face somehow became even redder, beginning to approach the shade of the rubber nose she usually wore. "H-Huh? That really is way too personal... It's not really any of your business."

"Well, that's a shame. You were so close to getting that money too! If I were you, I'd just make up something fun to appease the crowd, but that's just me. You're the famous entertainer, ha ha ha!"

Lola looked down at the floor, squeezing her legs together tighter. "... Never been."

"Sorry! Couldn't hear you up in the announcer booth! Could you say that more clearly?"

"I said I've never had sex with anybody!" the clown shouted out into the stands. "There's too much to do between my career and running the candy store. I-I can't very well entertain kids if I'm thinking about that kind of stuff! It's not a big deal, I'm only halfway through my twenties! Plenty of people my age are still virgins!"

"Ha ha! Well, I don't think you have to worry about finding potential takers after tonight!" the announcer continued with a wink in his voice. "I think you're getting a taste for it. You're a girl who stands in the center of a crowd of horny guys and bounces her tits for money now, Lola!"

"I-I'm not a pervert like you guys! I'm just.... grrgh!" she growled, now instinctively crossing her gloves at her chest again.

"Sure, sure. Let's take one last feedback then, before we send you on your way. Hmmmm, our next fan has a very good point! He says that he felt like it was a bit of an anti-climax that nobody ever got a really good look at that last piece of clothing. He thinks that for the sake of the show, you ought to show it off!"

"I lost all my clothes, if you didn't notice," Lola grumbled, no longer managing to keep a grin on her face. Her eyebrows were lowered critically as she judged all the pervs in the audience who were now getting off (hopefully figuratively, but she couldn't say that for sure) on making her squirm.

"Not so! What's that right between your legs? Don't tell me you've got a big purple bush?"

"I-I don't! It's just uh... Just a sticker they put there." Understanding now where this was going, Lola tried her best to put on another smile, although it was crooked on her face. Still using her hands to cover her breasts, she stopped squeezing her legs together and opened up wider, so that the heart-shaped fur sticker over her groin was more clearly evident. Her face lit up beet red as the various monitors around the ring captured the image in high definition and displayed it for the audience, close enough to see a bead of sweat rolling from her belly down the shape of her pelvis.

A little brushing of pink pubes with yellow accents, matching her candy-swirl hair, could be seen over the pasty.

"Ooooh! Candy pubes! You truly do know how to excite your fans, Lola! A mouthful of pussy probably tastes all the better when it's got a sweet candy flavor, huh?"

Lola grinned awkwardly, having no idea what to say. The guy was probably right, but the subject was far too embarrassing for her to speak on any more. Her throat felt so dry that she didn't think she could get a protest or even a joke out-- there wasn't a person in the world who'd ever seen as much of her as she was being **** to show off today.

"I think that's all the fan feedback we have time for today! If you're interested in checking out the tape from today's fight, Lola Pop vs. Raw Randy, you can purchase recordings at the front desk, or online via pay-per-view!"

Lola Pop re-entered the dressing room, barreling straight past her manager without listening to what he had to say. Once she was back into her colorful clown clothes, including, blessedly, her usual underwear, she breathed a sigh of relief. She styled her hair back into its signature curls and put on a bright smile. Finally, she could put this all behind her.

She left the venue as soon as she could slip out, avoiding all kinds of cat-callers and pervs. As she checked her messages on her phone, she found what she was hoping for: the money had been wired to her account. It was a tremendous sum... it was actually extremely degrading to see how much more money she could make in a day showing off her body than the ARMS association was willing to pay her as a professional competitor.

And it looked like that was a good thing, too: she'd received a suspension for conduct unbecoming of a championship contender. Specifically, they protested the use of her officially trademarked license and name inside a competitor's ring. What good was it to have all this cash if it meant she was losing out weeks of pay for her usual job? She sighed deeply, slumping her shoulders and dragging her Funchuck fists on the ground.

... Then noticed that the suspension e-mail was sitting among dozens of specific sponsorship offers from managers inside the S-A-T. Untold amounts of cash were waiting for her.

She grinned nervously, trying to psych herself up for what was to come. "I guess... I'm gonna have to come up with a new stage name and some different make-up for when I come back tomorrow... Honk honk."

She might change her look and even her name, but it was certain: nobody in this town was going to be able to get Lola Pop out of their heads any time soon.