NO WAY!

"WOAH, WHAT!?" you exclaim, suddenly realizing the meaning behind his question. "No thanks man!"

"I'm sorry... did I say something wrong?" Lucas looks down, confused and dejected.

"I just..." you take a second to think. "Is this kinda stuff even allowed here?"

"Oh it's encouraged! Part of my job is to make sure that the wrestlers are completely satisfied."

You sit in silence for a bit, still partly in shock. "Man, what kind of wrestling is this!?"

He replies with, "It's 'Underground' for a reason. Most people watch the show because of the sexual aspect... you know, it's like a battle for sexual dominance."

Obviously you had no idea of this at all. That wanted ad REALLY could use more explaining. You thank Lucas for the insight before you hear the announcer call your name.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, INTRODUCING OUR FIRST WRESTLER OF THE NIGHT..... STANDING AT 5'5" AND WEIGHING 125 LBS, GIVE IT UP FOR...... JESPER LAURSENNNNNNN!"

The crowd cheers as you run out onto the stage. It's a sizable crowd tonight of about 500 patrons. They seems almost morbidly excited for the match. After running around the floor area for a bit, you climb into the large ring and head over to your turnbuckle. Your stomach churns; who could this mystery opponent be?

"NOW GET READY FOR OUR NEXT WRESTLER," the announcer calls out, "STANDING AT 5'7" AND WEIGHING 130 LBS, GIVE IT UP FOR.... CLARISSA LAROUUUUUUUUUUUUE!"

Your opponent appears from backstage and begins skipping around the ring. Clarissa is a blond, pretty, athletic woman with the body of a seasoned gymnast. She's wearing what looks like a typical ballet outfit; a tight pink leotard with thin, shiny leggings, dance shoes and pink bows tied into her long ponytail. She does a few flips for the audience before climbing up into the ring. She stares at you with an arrogant look on her face before walking to her corner. She says nothing to you.

"DING DING DING!"

The bell has rung!