Take a chance and take on Fraulein Fury.

"I wouldn't be here to wrestle if I wanted easy," you declare. "I'll take on Fraulein Fury."

"Oh, dear," Sara sighs and puts her hand on your shoulder.

"You sure?" The Scheduler asks, eying you again. "I don't want you breaking your neck or something."

"I think I can take her," you say, although Sara and this guy are starting to make you nervous.

"Alright, it's your funeral," he mutters and hands over a clipboard. "Just sign on the line and I'll get you a swimsuit. D-cups, right?"

"Yep," you reply, trying to act chipper.

You sign the form and set it back on the table. He returns from a side door with a pink bikini. Not the sort of thing you'd normally wear, but it could be worse.

"You can change back there," he gestures to the room he just left. "The match is in five minutes or so."

You and Sara head into the back room, just a small windowless cell with a rack of bikinis and a gym-style bench. Sara plops down and watches you as you strip out of your coat. She admires your body and you make a show of placing your feet up on the bench and slowly rolling down your silk stockings.

"Very sexy," Sara says. "If I wasn't worried half to **** I would eat you up."

"Can I get a raincheck?" You ask as you stand naked before her.

Sara pulls you to her and you lean in and kiss. Her hands are warm on the bare skin of your back and her tongue tastes like peppermint in your mouth. You reluctantly pull away from the kiss.

"I've gotta hurry up," you say and quickly step into the bikini bottoms.

It's a generous cut, covering most of your ass and tying at your hips. The top is certainly revealing, but it too does a good job of covering your assets as far as bikinis go.

"How do I look?" You ask, modeling the bikini.

"Like the hottest girl about to get her butt kicked I have ever met," Sara says.

You frown and give the older woman an angry flash of your eyes.

"Stop worrying," you say, "this is supposed to be fun."

"Alright, alright," Sara relents as she gathers up your clothes.

You exit the tiny changing room and find the scheduler waiting for you.

"Good," the scheduler says. "Fraulein Fury is very excited to meet you. What do you want your name to be?"

"Just Joy," you reply.

The scheduler shrugs and says something to a stocky man in a referee shirt. He then turns back to you.

"Alright, Just Joy. Head over to your side's entrance there," he points to a tunnel that leads beneath the bleachers and to the wrestling rings. "They're all set with the green goop, so just wait for your name to be called and head on out."

"Green goop?" You ask.

"Yeah," he says, "it's like slime or something. We use it on the lopsided matches to help keep people from getting hurt."

You give Sara a last kiss and stand at the mouth of the entrance tunnel. You can hear the crowd murmuring with anticipation for the next match. Your stomach is filled with rabid butterflies.