The Sleepy Lamb

You nearly stumble on the ropes as you enter the ring, unable to take your eyes of the rather unique women standing in the opposite corner. She was slightly taller than you, about half a head or so, and her outfit was definitely eye catching in more ways then one. She wore a short fluffy skit around her full hips made to look like a sheep's wool along with a pare of white stockings along her thick thighs. Her tight top had the same woolly gimmick and looked to be barely containing her large soft breasts, with generous amounts of cleavage spilling out for all to gawk at, like yourself. To top off her little outfit was a black band in her messy shoulder length blond hair that sported two small plastic curving horns on either side of her head like that of a sheep, which you suppose is the look she was going for. You cant help but blush as your eyes wonder all over the fluffy beauty, only stopping in confusion when you reach her cute face and realize that her eyes were...closed?

'Is she sleeping... standing up?' you thought.

You blink in confusion, but didn't get long to ponder it before the announcer did her job, and gave every one in the audience the run down of tonight's match. "GOOD EVENING LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! TONIGHT WE HAVE A SPECIAL TREAT FOR YOU, THE DEBUT MATCH OF DWL'S FIRST MALE WRESTER TOM THE TERRIBLE!!!" The audience gave you an earnest cheer at your introduction much to your surprise, but you were definitely happy that people were willing to give you their support so early. Hopefully you can give them reason to keep doing so through out the match.

"AND HIS OPPONENT, RATHER NEW HERSELF TO THE DWL BUT QUICKLY RISING THROUGH THE RANKS: THE NODDING BEAUTY, THE SLEEPY LAMB, SHARREN FLEECE!!!" The announcer finished, her voice finally seeming to snap your opponent out of her little nap. She cutely yawns before gazing around the ring with droopy eyes, her confused frown quickly turning into a lazy smile as she seems to remember were she is and begins to wave to the audience who were currently cheering up a storm for her. Eventually her lovely hazel eyes fall onto you and you cant help but feel nervous at how her small smile seems to pick up at the sight of you.

At the referee's orders, you both make you way to the middle of the ring, her 'laxed and easy movements a stark contrast to your jittery and stiff ones. As you two meet each other you decided to take the initiative and hold out your hand for a friendly greeting, trying your best to keep your voice from stuttering as you take in her curvy body from up close.

"H-Hi, I'm Tom, the new wrestler here as I'm sure you've already heard," you say rather lamely, but she giggles in response giving another short, soft yawn before answering.

"Hehe, yep I heard we would be getting a new guy around here and I'm happy you're just as cute as (yawn) I thought you be," she sleepily states before shaking your hand with a rather strong grip, but not before giving you a soft pat on the head. She giggles again, seeming to enjoy the blush spreading across you cheeks from her friendly antics. Before you could attempt to brush her hand away, she leans down, granting you a very good look at her cleavage and gives you a angelic smile, tho you couldn't help but notice the devilish gleam in her half-lidded eyes as she continues;

"Don't worry about getting too ruffed up little guy. I promise, I'll be as gentle as a lamb with you."