The Amazon.

You're billed in the EWL as "The Amazon", a female warrior from a lost tribe in remote central africa. Your stage costume reflects this story with a leopard print loincloth and halter top and plastered on warpaint all over your face. Feathers and brightly coloured ribbons thread through your carefully prepared wild hairstyle. According to your intro you can't speak any english and on stage you have great fun making your native language up on the spot to harangue your opponents and to work the crowd up.

In reality you're an African-American from Miami and your so called "jungle fit" physique comes from captaining the judo and swim teams in high school rather than running down enemies in the forests. At 5' 11" with a lean, sports hardened body you're a tough opponent for any of the wrestlers in the league.

In the changing room making your final preparations for your bout you listen to the muffled sound of the audience and a thrill of anticipation goes through you. Though the EWL has it's gimmicks the fights are unscripted and the competitive streak in you pumps up your adrenaline. Squirting some KY jelly onto your palm you flip aside your loincloth and liberally smear your waxed pussy lips with the lube before working your greasy fingers into yourself. Extra points are awarded for fingering an opponent during the match and it pays to be prepared. Putting one foot up on a bench you spread your buttocks with one hand and grease up your asshole too.

Outside you can hear the crowd hooting and hollering, meaning that the present bout has reached it's climax when the victorious wrestler gets to fuck their beaten opponent. You feel your nipples harden with excitement beneath the flimsy top and you wonder if your fight will end with you defeated and face down on the canvas getting fucked or victorious and dominating your rival.

A knock comes at the door and a voice calls out that you're up next. With a last glance in the mirror to check your warpaint you head out towards the arena.