your turn to fight

You see a few of the various women and cross dressed boys go at it for a bit, tense with how fierce the competition is proving to be, and how bloodthirsty the crowd can get. Suddenly after a blond girl mauls the tits of a chubby brunette milf, the ref girl looks with a smile at you and your mother. “Are we ready?”

“Yes,” your mother insists, grabbing your hand and walking up to the ring. She’s too strong to resist despite your fears, and she shoves you inside the low ring.
The ref smiles and winks at you. “Hello there, young ‘lady.’ What’s your name?”
You start to speak when your mother does it for you. “Princess Pink,” she replies, to the laughter of the crowd.
“Very well, princess! Let’s bring out your opponent now!”