Girl

It's the night of your big debut in the fight league. You've been training with your big sister Kelly, but there's a big difference between her putting you through your paces and a real fight. For your debut you've drawn Helene, a tall, slim redhead in her mid 20's. She has a respectable record, 8 wins to 7 losses, and nobody rates your chances very high. Helene certainly doesn't - she looks without a care in the world as she's out in the right right now, stretching. You try to calm your butterflies by studying her: She's about 5'8", with a little bit of muscle on her lithe frame. She's wearing a red sports bra, short red shorts, wrestling boots, and red MMA style gloves.

Your name is called and you're on your way to the ring. You slide under the bottom rope, handing your sister your robe. Helene looks you up and down.

You're wearing a modest white one-piece with boots your sister brought you for your debut. She cocks an eyebrow at you. You feel even shorter than your 5'6" height as she looks down at you. The ref waves the two of you to the middle of the ring. You shake hands, but as you turn to go back to your corner, Helene won't let go. She pulls you close, whispering in your ear with her slight German accent, promising that she's going to make you her bitch, that you're going to beg her for mercy, and that she's going to beat you and then fuck your ass raw. Flustered, you can't think of anything to say as she lets go of your hand and shoves you. The ref steps between the two of you, waving you both back to your corners.

Your sister massages your shoulders, giving you a last minute pep talk you only half hear. The bell rings and the fight is on.

Helene comes at you, hands up.