Her Return

So, I quickly set up a meeting with SFL's management. They were thrilled to get back a throwback from back in the league's 'older days' as they called it. But, they were not exactly thrilled in the shape I was in. I mean I was just getting back on my feet after a car wreck that broke both my legs. So I was certainly a far cry from being ready to step in a ring. Aside from a treadmill and the exercises to get my legs back in working order after my accident, working out hadn't been high on my list of priorities. But now it was. I threw myself back into the gym and sparring with an intensity I hadn't felt since, well, the first time I joined up. And the SFL sent me a dear of a trainer. And, you know it felt good. Not just the losing weight and looking better part, but getting my wrestling skills back, the discipline of having a boot camp like workout routine. It took almost a year to get me where I felt ready to come back, so the trainer sent me back to management. The second meeting went better, seeing me in better shape and hearing reports of how well my wrestling training had gone got the ball rolling. There were a few more minor tests and medical checks and then a few weeks later and here I was, about to go out and sexfight for the first time in over ten years. Nervousness washed through me and I did a quick walk away from the mirror, taking a deep breath before returning back to it.

Adjusting the red bra that covered my breasts and then the matching panties, and after making sure I took out my belly button piercing, I gave myself a final check then headed out the door. Outside was Mina, my godsend of a trainer that the SFL assigned to me when they were certain I was serious about returning. It was in no small part thanks to her that my wrestling skills were as dusted off as they were.

"Sorry, I just had to, you know, make sure everything looked ok." I said lamely as we began walking towards the entrance.

"Don't worry, jitters are to be expected." Mina replied, seeing through me. "Just remember a lot of the game is confidence. You know this. Project fearlessness, or else they'll sense weakness. Now deep breath...fill your lungs with all the doubt, the second guessing yourself."

I nodded, taking in a breath.

".....now let it go...."

Letting out the breath I had been holding, I steadied myself.

"Good. Now, your opponent has a trainer that has been scouting you, so, it was only fair I do some of my own." Mina spoke.

Ignoring my startled look, she went on. "He's got a height advantage on you, and is definitely a striker. Saw him putting in some training, and he is more than a little into boxing. That being said, he's also built for speed. Expect a lot of hit and run tactics. Remember your grappling game, it was your strength back then, it still is now."

"Wait, they were scouting me? I haven't done this in like ten years." I put my hands on my hips, calling to mind my opponent's stage name due to Mina mentioning him. It turned out these fake names didn't get any better as the SWL's years went on...I mean mine was pretty bad.

"Yep, and that's what his trainer was telling him too. What of it?" Mina's terse reply was immediate, snapping me back to focus. "He's a guy who just came into the league, and then got a three match winning streak going, only to have it broken last week. A win helps him bounce back from that, but a loss drops him to three and two, and where he's at in the rookie rankings, he can't afford that. So he needs a win. But don't let it come at your expense. You're not here looking for a one and done guest spot. You want to be taken as seriously now as you were then? Then beat this guy. Make him tap, fuck his brains out, and leave him on the mat as an example to rest of the roster that you are not to be taken lightly!"

Holy crap, can she give a pep talk....