The Beginning

The opening bell had rung.

And per the referee’s orders, it won’t ring again until the match is brought to an official close and the winner is announced.

And that winner, come hell or high water, will be you.

No matter what.

Emerging from your corner with a visible degree of caution and wariness, you (smartly) keep your distance from the tattooed Goth staring you down from the opposite side of the ring.

Coming out of her corner with a smug grin, her body language reflects her personality: confident yet dangerous.

You two then begin circling each other, slowly but surely closing the distance with the crowd watching and waiting in fervent anticipation.

Already, conflicting strategies are forming in your mind for how to initially confront your opponent.

One half of your brain, perhaps the more logical and level-headed one, says to go for a traditional lockup and see what (little) actual wrestling she actually knows without relying upon her sex toys as a strategic crutch.

Then, you can feel out her strengths and weaknesses, and at least get the upper hand there.

The half of your brain, the more emotional and impulsive one, says to do to her what she’s probably aiming to do to you anyways.

Take her own toys, and use them against their owner, right in the opening seconds of the match.

It would be a bold play, but, given who you’re dealing with her, you’d definitely have to go outside the normal comfort zone to take care of her.

All things being considered, you decide to…