You get a mic

Lisa, and you can't tell what she's thinking, gets the microphone from the ref and hands it to you.

"To Mrs. McVan and Miss McVan, I apologize. I know you told me no winning matches in six seconds with armbars. But guess what? That only took me FIVE seconds!"

The fans are booing you. You can't see Tanya's expression, but she's standing up in her skybox.

"Yeah, I counted!" You did no such thing and have no idea how long it took him to tap, but that's not the point. "And really, what's the point of playing around with Timmy Luv anyway? There's nothing I can do to him that his mom and big sis haven't already done to him, in this very ring! So while I'm at it, to all you hypocritical backstabbing cunts in the face locker room, don't throw shade at me, because you've all done it, and you're supposed to be the good guys!"

You take time to let the fans boo you. The words are coming comfortably and - weirdly - you can feel your nipples hardening. No, you definitely want a woman. Just the thought of having your way with Bambi... and then the thought of Roxi punishing you for it... wait, focus, you don't want to be a jobber, FOCUS.

"Miss Lisa, if you want me to be entertaining, find me something interesting to work with. And not his sister either! I've got no use for a cunt that's all stretched out when she's only 19, who's already been had twice by all the bad girls and three times by all the good ones! Something that you and these fans haven't seen before."

You lean back in the corner and tap your foot.

"You want something new, Christy?" The sound is heard around the arena and you realize it's Tanya, all the way up in her skybox but still talking to you. "Hmm... I've got just the thing. Theresa, can you bring Lena Lenore out to the ring please?"

In no time at all, a muscular woman in workout gear appears with a much younger, smaller woman held by the back of the neck. The muscular one gives the small one a push, sending her stumbling to the ring.

You look this one up and down. She isn't as voluptuous as Bambi. Her hair is yellow-blonde, and her eyes - her eyes are mismatched, one green one blue. She's wearing a demure white blouse but a tiny miniskirt and high heels, and with the heels - you step forward, as close to her as you can get. With the heels, she's just tall enough she can't fit under your chin.

"Lena here hasn't been in the SWF much longer than you have, Christy. She doesn't have Bambi's tits, but she's got great legs, and she's a former gymnast so she's verrry flexible. So there you go - something new. Let's hope for your sake you can be as entertaining as you seem to think you can be."

You look down at Lena. She looks up at you, so very innocent looking, almost like a puppy dog.

But there's something off that you can't quite place about this whole thing...

And before you have time to figure it out, the bell rings!