Stacy 'The Hot Flash' Recht

‘Just think about the money,’ Stacy reminded herself as she waited to enter the arena. She had enjoyed a good career as a wrestler, and when the promoter had first approached he about taking part in this ‘Strip League,’ she had of course said no. But the money, wow. Even if she did lose this fight she would still take home a bigger purse than she would make in six months of normal bouts.

But she didn’t want to think about losing. If she won a few of these matches she would probably be able to retire on the proceeds. Also, losing was very bad news for other reasons. But Stacy knew she was good, and was determined that she wouldn't be the loser in this match.

Stacy peered through the curtain. She had thought that an underground sex wrestling thing would take place in some seedy basement with a handful of perverts in the audience, but this was to be the biggest match she had fought yet. The place was enormous, and there were cameras everywhere. Apparently the match would be shown on some internet TV channel she had never heard of before the contract came through.

She didn’t go through her agent or lawyer of course, and she wasn’t doing this under her usual name of ‘The Thunderbolt.’ They had picked out a frankly ridiculous name for her, but at least she would remain anonymous. And she had negotiated that she would wear a mask so that whatever happened, nobody would know it was her.

The MC was whipping the crowd up for her match and Stacy made final checks to her outfit. Black boots and black shorts with a black bikini top with silver lightning flashes streaking across it. The bikini was not all that much smaller than her usual outfit, but she had to admit it did make her tits look good. With her curvy but well-toned frame and large breasts only just held in by this top, she knew she was going to be a real crowd-pleaser as soon as she strutted out. That’s probably why they were paying so much money. Around her knees and elbows were red ribbons which the other fighter would try to remove for points. She checked her mask in the mirror – her red hair was pulled into a ponytail through the back of the black cowl which covered her head and face.

She listened to the announcer as she stretched in preparation. ‘…new fighter to the league… well known mainstream contender… very excited to welcome… in the red corner, Hot Flash!’

The crowd roared and Stacy strode out into the arena. The Hot Flash had arrived and was taking no prisoners.