Return to your locker room in triumph!

You exit the ring with a confident stride, leaving Jobberella lying in the middle, grumbling and pounding the mat in anger as she tries to remove the taste of your ass cheek from her mouth.

I did it! I won a fight! Maybe this can be a career for me after, all...

Arriving back at your locker room, you sit down and try to take stock. You won your first battle, but the war is far from over. You'll have to win every fight to claim any prize money at all, so you've got an uphill battle ahead of you. Still, winning your debut match has you feeling very confident.

You take a deep breath, change your outfit and stretch a little while the next match plays out. After a short time, you hear a knock at the door to your room.

Surprisingly, it's Sophie, the announcer you met when you first signed up.

"Hey, good job rookie! I knew you'd win," she says with an honest smile.

"Th-thanks..." you stammer.

"Look, I'm actually not supposed to be here, but I told Chloe I was going to the bathroom. I wanted to let you know... well, who your next opponent will be."

"I'm not supposed to know that?"

"No, but I want you to be ready, like, mentally? I dunno..." she lets out a dry chuckle and blushes a little.

"Ok, who is it?" you ask.

"She's calling herself "Wedgie Woman". Apparently she used to be a big bully in AHS and now she's looking to re-live that thrill... so try not to turn your back on her."

You shudder a little as you think back to your time in Adult High School. Women didn't get wedgies as often as the men, but it did happen... just not to you. It looked more than a little painful, especially when some nerd got hung by their tighty whities inside of a locker. But still, compared to the brawl you were just in, a few tugs on your panties should be easy to endure, right?

"I think I can handle her."

"Oh, I know you can! But don't underestimate her either. She's participated in a few other tournaments, placed pretty high too... until she lost to Wedgie Warrior of all people. Now she's out for blood, and this time the organizers thought it'd be a fun stipulation for the loser ... well, if she wins, you'll be her 'wedgie ****' for an entire weekend. I'd hate to see you lose and have to deal with that, so-"

A buzz on the intercom interrupts her, "Blondie, you're on in five minutes."

"Shit, I gotta get back. Remember: don't turn your back on her! One tug on the back of your uniform is all she needs..."

Before you can even process what a "wedgie ****" might be or how to respond, she's out the door and you're **** to hurry and get everything together for your fight.

I really don't wanna know a wedgie feels like, much less what it means to be a wedgie ****... I have to win this one for sure!