Taped, Gloved, and Warmed-Up

You're surprised to see your dressing room empty, you had thought Mr. Stevens boy would be waiting for you, but no matter, you leave your gear, head to the showers and jump in with one of the middleweights you've never met before.

He offers no resistance as you strip down and take his stiffening prick into your ass. Riding him quickly, he tries to start a dialog, but you offer him none. Simply skin-on-skin, you doing all of the work until he fills your bowels with a load of cum.

You savor the soothing feeling and let him enjoy the view of his cream leaving a small pearl of white in the center your chocolate starfish.

You wordlessly walk out, grab your wet clothes and stride back to your changing room. The boys are used to your routine by now and hoot & whistle at you on the way by. Nobody gets grabby anymore, Elliah's nose just healed, they don't want to suffer the same fate.

You put on your playlist, you slide in your earbuds, you apply liquid latex to your sperm-filled asshole, wait until it sets firm and then slide on your gear, compression top and shorts, You tape your feet, and ankles, then do your hands. and fingers. When the wrap is good and tight you grab the white gloves provided, emblazoned with the "PRIDE Underground" logo.

As you finish, you work the hanging heavy bag. You think about how your opponent likes to fight, he's a pressure fighter, which is why grapplers take him down so easily. You doubt you're good enough on the ground to win there, but you might be able to score with some well-timed grappling if the fight is close enough.

Anyway, this goes, he's going to want to push the pace and you have to be ready for long exchanges. You slam your fists into the bag working on your head-movement as it settles from its swing. Soon you're well lathered, your flesh glistening in the awful fluorescent light.

Being in the main event you aren't called out until around 1 AM. And when you do you get a glimpse of the new McAndrews as you make your way to the cage, his dark auburn hair has lightened to a prettier strawberry blonde, his body has shrunk down a bit, gone are his rippling pecks, replaced with palmable cups. He's wearing white and blue gear, clearly scrambled together for him.

He is awkwardly bouncing on the toes of his feet clearly not used to having flaring hips. He throws a slow, telegraphed high kick and holds it about his head, trying to stretch himself out as you go by.

You take out your earbuds and put your phone back in your bag handing it off to staff to take back to your dressing room. The music begins to blare, and you stop and wait for the first verse to come out of the tunnel.

We some head bussas, we some head bussas,

We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussas

We some head bussas, we some head bussas,

We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussas

As the the last line hits you start walking, you look around and see that there are now 3 more rows above the bar, and many more people behind the glass in the dance-tank. It looks like a packed house, the old man always did know how to run a business.

I'm made up my mind that I'ma strike

(Wha wha) and I'm ready to fight

Takin' out my steel killin' every punk nigga in site

We expite, I knew you bitches didn't want to brawl (uh what you say?)

Bitch I'll swang on all of y'all

You are groped, as always, but Greg the Bouncer. He takes his job of making sure nobody has anything, foreign in them quite seriously, but before long your in the cage. The music cuts out and all is silent for a short while.

McAndrews enters to Killing In The Name Of, and you see him almost take a swing when Greg does his thing.

People are swarming the bar in hopes of being able to sneak one last drink before the fight starts. Michael T. Martin, the ring announcer takes his place to call your first ever main-event.

"Ladies and Gentleman, freaks and geeks, welcome to our MAIN-EVENT of the EVENING! Our contest is 3 rounds in the Women's Bantamweight division.

"In the Black Corner, our special attraction! Please welcome, newly female looking to make a special fantasy fight a reality. He had a record of 10-5 with all of his wins coming by DEVASTATING KO! He is a Brawler! But this will be her first contest as a female. Give it up for Erica "Push" McAndrews!"

He pauses to allow the crowd to chant "Chick, Chick, Chick!" at hir(?)

"And in the White Corner, a true contender at Bantamweight, with a record of 13-1 with 9 wins coming via stoppage and 4 by way of decision. She fights the style of ass-beating, and she is Asha "Annihilation" Akintola!"

The crowd chant "We want Blood! We want Blood!" and you're all too ready to give it to them as you both walk to the center you offer a touch but (s)he smiles at you and the newfound rage and the adrenaline drown out the referee and the announcer.

You watch the announcer shuffle out of the cage in silence, only the sound of the cage latching shut bringing back sound to your world.

You're now in your favorite place in the world. And nobodies getting out now!

"FIGHT!" the ref cries out.