Melody, a fellow new recruit.

The ring is lit up with floodlights and the loudspeaker blares music as you march out to the ring.

“A new contender stands before us today,” begins the announcer dramatically. “John passed his tryouts with flying colors, but whether he can hold his own in the ring is still unknown. He’ll have his first chance to prove himself right here, right now!”

The crowd claps and cheers appreciatively as you enter the ring. You wave to the most enthusiastic ones among them and shed your robe, dropping it in the corner to reveal your match attire. You’ve been given a pair of briefs that are simple and unadorned, but tight enough to display and highlight your bulge to anyone watching. You stand there self-consciously, shifting from foot to foot, as your opponent enters.

“Opposing him is another newcomer, but one who took an unorthodox path to earn her place. She’s rumored to be favored by the Champion herself, and recruiters whisper of natural talent. But like her opposite number, Melody is still untested in the ring...until now!”

The door opposite you opens, and you get your first glimpse of your opponent.

She doesn’t really seem to be physically remarkable; her robe is a little oversized for her short frame and she’s having to pull it up to keep from tripping on it. Her dark hair is pulled up in a sensible ponytail, and you’re surprised to find she’s wearing glasses, of all things. She’s a little twitchy, like she’s suffering from stage fright.

When she reaches the stage, she sets her glasses aside and reveals herself slowly and reluctantly, cringing a little bit as her robe hits the floor to display a simple black bra and panties, more-or-less the female version of your own outfit. But you realize she’s far better-looking than she seems to give herself credit for, sporting some quite impressive curves on her small frame, especially in her hips and thighs.

“Um...hi,” she says hesitantly, without turning on her microphone.

“Hi,” you reply as the two of you shake hands. “So, first time, huh?”

She giggles quietly. “Yeah. I hope we can make it a good one.”

“Fingers crossed,” you say, as the bell rings to signal the start of the match.