They couldn't see any cellulite... could they?

They couldn't see any cellulite... could they?

As if to reply to Steph's thoughts, she heard voice from the crowd.

"Baby got back!"

"Culo Gordo!"

"I see some cottage cheese back there!"

"Twerk for us baby!"

Steph blushed furiously. She moved her hands to cover her butt, mortified, as she bent awkwardly under the rope, trying and failing to not stick out her butt as she did so. Even the Mexicans in the crowd, normally her fans, were jeering her backside!

"And her opponent, the indomitable... Hana 'Slaughterhouse' Sato!"

The crowd roared as Steph's opponent started down the ramp. A confident Japanese wrestler Steph had watched for years. Hana carried a mic and began talking trash as she came down the runway.

"Look at this, fresh meat!" Hana called, eyeing Steph. "Well don't worry hon, I'll break you in.. and by that, I mean break you down and crush you!"