Nicole, another recruit from the same training group as you.

Nicole made quite an impression on the others in your training group as you prepared for the ECL, and you and she had some intense practice competitions in the lead-up to your tryout. Word has it that she's been hoping to find out which of you is really the better sexfighter. It's a desire the two of you share, so you decided to send her a challenge...

“Yo, dildo! Get your bitch ass up here! I don't have all day!” you hear as you make your way to the ring. Lights are everywhere and Nicole is already standing in the ring, impatiently tapping her foot as she watches you come up. Nicole hasn't gone for the usual skimpy, sexy costumes other fighters use; she's just wearing a black sports bra and a white-trimmed pair of booty shorts. The body they cover sits balanced on a knife's edge between enticing and intimidating; a D-cup rack and well-rounded rear compete for space with lean abs and toned biceps in your mind. She's got a couple inches on you, making you look up a bit to meet her sparkling blue eyes. Her black silky hair hangs over her shoulder in a loose ponytail, just grazing where her nipple would be behind that bra of hers.

You step up excitedly, eager to come to grips and settle the debate between you once and for all. But first: banter. What's a wrestling match without it?

"Why'd you have to go all Puritan on us?" you tease, gesturing at her outfit. "I'd have liked to get a better look at that sweet body of yours. Would've helped me figure out which hole to fuck you in."

Nicole smirks. "Oh, I'll bet you would've liked it. But my naughty bits only come out to play when I'm ready to dominate you with them. Meaning, after I've pounded your little twig of a body into the canvas."

Scoffing, you shoot back, "Not gonna strip until you've beaten me, huh? Guess that means I'll have to peel that outfit off you myself."

"Come try it, bitch boy," she challenges, beckoning you forward as the bell rings.