Back to my changing room...

My palms are sweating beads and I'm practically shaking from the mix of excitement and nervousness. Pacing back and forth, I look down at the incredibly tight speedo my wife chose for me to wrestle in, and my cheeks start to turn pink. "I can't believe she talked me into this..." I peak out the door when I hear the ref start announcing the match. "Holy shit... that's a lot of people. What if I lose?" With that thought in mind, I decide this isn't worth the risk and turn to leave, quickly walking towards the door I entered to try and sneak out the back. As I try to turn the knob, I remember the waiver I signed saying these doors are one-directional, meaning if I want to leave it's through the crowd outside and everyone will see.

The sound of the announcers erotic voice cooing over the intercom snaps me back. "And in the blue corner, standing 5'10", weighing a lean 145 pounds and wielding an impressive nine inches, "The Blue Bunny"!
The blood in my face boils bright red at the discovery of my ringname. "Blue Bunny!?". I never should have let Kelsie sign me up for this, but where did she even come up with such an embarrassing name? Looking down I notice a small playboy bunny symbol is sewn onto my speedo. "Great..." I mumble to myself. It's too late to do anything about it, so I open the door and step out of the changing room and into the spotlight.

I walk quietly towards the ring, hoping no one notices my bright red cheeks, contrasting harshly against the blue choker around my neck. I can feel the audiences eyes crawling over my lean and almost nude body, and my sizable bulge bouncing awkwardly with each step in the shiny blue spandex that only technically covers it. Arriving ringside, the gorgeous referee gives me the same treatment she gave you, pulling apart the ropes in a sexy display for myself and the crowd. I catch her eyes as I climb into the ring and she shoots a wink at me, though I'm not sure if it was supposed to be comforting, or her signing that I made a big mistake. I look across the ring briefly to size you up, then quickly beeline to my corner, extremely aware of the catcalls and whistles coming towards me from the audience.