Second Person Mode

Your head feels like an a jackhammer just went off in it. You spent the whole night partying as you were finally off the indies of the Sex Wrestling Industry and just got invited to join the big times.

A moan is heard next to you in bed, more then one moan. Heh, you been busy.

You slowly waked up to the bathroom mirror over the sink, the room smells like alcohol and sex as you try to avoid the used condoms and sex toys that litter the floor from last night partying.

You look into the mirror as you hope it will bring some life into your brain as you don't remember what you look like, how experienced you are in the sex wrestling industry, or what league you were invited to join. Hell, your brain is so fucked up you don't remember what you got between your legs.