Revitalize the Mixed Division

Tanya McVan was getting ready for a meeting with the men of the roster.

For her, this meant doing a quick workout focusing on her arms and pecs, making sure her body was in peak presentability. Next she had a team of personal assistants touch her makeup up. She undid an additional button on her blouse and dabbed a couple drops of oil on her cleavage.

Finally she was ready for them, and so first she called Theresa and Ninjette into the office before buzzing them in.

The Cowboy, Alex Steel, 40 Cent, Rikki Richards, Shadow Ape, Alexander Scar, Thunder, the American Hero, and James Green all walked in.

"Gentlemen." Tanya was sitting behind her desk, with Theresa and Ninjette each guarding a corner. "I do not often do this, but I bought the lot of you in for open dialogue regarding the Mixed Division. Namely, that it might as well not exist. You - well, most of you..." She glared daggers at James, who cringed in his chair. "are what I call 'not entirely useless' in the ring. I've seen most of you able to win matches against actual stars of the league, not just jobbers. What I haven't seen from any of you, however, is the slightest bit of ambition."

Tanya stopped talking and watched the assembled men. Some of them fidgeted but no one spoke up.

"No one has anything to say for themselves?"

The Cowboy took a deep breath, then stood up, took his hat off and held it across his chest. "Respectfully Miss McVan, you made it clear years ago that you don't like seeing men win."

"S'the only thang you an the Luvs agree on." 40 Cent added.

"Don't remind me." Tanya stood up. With spiked heels on she was taller than any of the men except the Beast. She walked around her desk and up to the Cowboy. "Is there something..."

She leaned forward, giving him a great view of her cleavage, and licked her lips as she watched the bulge in his jeans twitch.

"...holding you back? Interfering with your motivation?"

The Cowboy swallowed. "No ma'am it's not motivation."

"Then what on earth is the problem? Don't any of you boys have any spunk?"

"Permission to speak freely, Ms. McVan?" Alex Steel asked.

Tanya thought it over. Keeping the talent, especially the men, on their toes was a lot of fun. But... this was business. "Granted." she said.

"There's two reasons we just, well, know our roles and shut our mouths. The first is that there's really no rules for the division so we can't earn a title shot. The second is that none of us want to fight Simone." All the men nodded agreement.

"And why is that?" Tanya asked.

"Because sex wrestling is usually about getting laid, and Simone doesn't do that. Getting pegged by Amber is pretty rough, but it's different from Simone being allowed to use a staff in matches that aren't even no DQ to hit us in the balls until we quit. Every man who's still here knows how to take a loss, but Simone just makes the whole thing no fun."

"I see." Tanya said. "Well boys, I already have plans to revitalize the mixed division. I don't usually do this, but I am going to take your concerns on board. At next week's show I'll be making the announcement, I suggest you all be sure not to miss it. You may go now. Ah, except for you." She pointed at the Cowboy. "You stay right there."

"Good luck homie" 40 cent said as he left. "You gon' need it."