Face Win

You decide to be merciful to your former friend, and go for a simple count-out pin instead of something more humiliating. You throw your arms around her legs, catching her in a pin.

"1... 2... 3! It's over!" The referee signals the end of the match, and you throw Amy's legs to the side of you. You stand up and the crowd voices their sign of approval, yelping and whooping cheers for you with thunderous applause for a small arena. You turn towards Amy, who is staring dejectedly at the floor.

"Amy?" You say, offering a hand to her. She contemplates it for a moment.

"Oh fine, good match Andrea." The referee announces your win to the crowd, and your arm is raised. It is a joyous moment to be able to prove to yourself that the win you had years ago over Amy wasn't just a fluke.

The rest of the locker room starts to treat you with more friendliness after the grace you handled yourself with after the match with Amy. A few days go by and you continue your training regiment as normal, improving your endurance overall.

One day you are in the gym and a fellow competitor appears hurriedly in front of you. You put down your weights and wait for her exasperated face to say something.

"Wendy just *huff* called you *guff* out on a *huff*... Promo. Challenged you to a *Huff* submission match!" You are startled at this sudden callout, and immediately leave the gym to go and seek out answers.

You find Wendy in the hallway leading to your dressing room. Wendy is a tall slender Indian woman, with long black hair, and a somewhat bitchy demeanor. She is a heel in your league, and definitely composes herself that way. She is gossiping with other wrestlers when you arrive, and dismisses them with a giggle. She flips her hair and struts over towards you.

"You got my message? Good. See, I saw what you did the other day, trying to act like a little babyface for everyone to love. In this league, when I spot a babyface, I just know who my next bitch is going to be." Wendy lays a hand on your shoulder as she finishes this thought. You smack her hand off rejecting her attempt at intimidation.

"Did you see what happened before that, when I destroyed Amy? I promise you if you want to threaten me, the same thing is going to happen to you." You stand up confidently. You're not going to let this girl take advantage of you!

"Okay, good! So you agree to my match then! I assume you heard the terms of my victory, right? Oh don't worry, I'm sure someone will tell you." With that Wendy strolls away, leaving you nervous. What did she mean by that? What terms?

You find out that Wendy has declared that if she wins, she will be humiliating you in front of the whole world. You will be **** to remove your clothes, and bend over as Wendy tattoos "Wendy's babyface" on your ass cheek. Your backside flinches at the thought of this, but you try to shake off the nervousness. Surely it won't come to this, right?

The day of the match arrives, and you enter the ring to cheers of what feels like thousands of people. This is the biggest match you've attended yet, and you feel the slightest hint of pride as you pace your corner awaiting the arrival of Wendy. The mood of the stadium changes as Wendy comes out, with the chants being replaced by jeers and boos. Wendy flips people off, yells back, and smacks her ass telling people to kiss it. She paces confidently to the other side of the ring, and begins stretching her arms. When you make eye contact, she blows kisses at you and winks, sending a shiver through your spine.

The announcements finish, and the countdown completes, signalling the start of the match.