Answers

Q: Arent you affraid of pissing of to many bad girls?

A: Absolutely not. I want them to be pissed. I want them to hate me. And I want them to come try to take me down, and fail, and have to beg me for mercy that I won't give them so they can find out what it feels like for once.

Q: Who in the leauge you think need protecting anyway

A: I don't like the word 'protect'. I'd rather teach someone to fight than fight their battles for them. But to answer the question, Kimmy the Teacher needs someone to step in for her badly, I have no idea why some of the other good girls haven't tried it yet.

Q: What type of tag team partners you like?

A: Anyone who can keep up with me in the post match celebration! I've teamed with Amber, and I've almost never seen her not ready for five more rounds of fucking. And Presto may not have Amber's, uh, exuberance, but she's got more than enough imagination to make up for it.

Oh, in the ring? Anyone who is good enough to not make a habit of losing my matches for me.

Q: Whats your favorit fighting style?

A: What we do here!

Q: what type of match you like the most

A: My favorite match type is the three consecutive falls match. Where you have to either **** three straight submissions or three straight orgasms from your opponent. Against a good girl, it can turn into a half hour of good clean fun, or even more. Against a bad one, I can prove to her what a bitch she is at my lesiure. Three consecutive orgasms wins the match, but I can **** two, then refuse to give her the third, and she's not even allowed to submit the match! Submissions aren't quite as fun, but I do get a kick out of applying dozens of different holds, either not keeping them long enough for the girl to submit, or not applying them very hard. Sometimes it's fun to see how long it takes another girl to admit she's out classed by me. That's what I'm going to do to that dumb bitch Melissa once she quits running from me. She's a submissive little bitch at heart and she'd just enjoy being fucked, but to twist her into pretzel after pretzel...

Tara trails off. She's staring into space with her eyes glazed over, slowly stroking herself through her tiny boxing shorts, a distant smile on her face.