The Baroness

"Baroness" Wanda Winters
She's a white Face in her 30s.
She's 5' 10" with long blonde hair and green eyes.
She's thick in her chest and butt, but slender everywhere else.

Wanda has the persona of an old English queen. Nobody’s quite sure if she’s very into her persona or just not right in the head, but she maintains it almost constantly. She thinks of herself as the peak of humanity, with all other people made to do her bidding. Those who do not need to be harshly reminded of why she is their better. She tends to be escorted by a maid or two, who are suggested to be able to fight but rarely do. While extremely proud, she is a tremendous bitch to everyone and will **** anyone over any disrespect.

Fave Weapons: scepter, mace or tazer (not wanting to dirty her hands)

Special Moves:
Udder Destruction: charges her enemy tits first, using them to **** her enemy into the turnbuckle and shove them in the opponent’s face, stretching their neck over the ring post.

Thorny Crown: traps her opponent in a hugging breast smother, shaking them up and down on top of her tits. When they flop high enough, she’ll use her tits for cover to quickly bite her enemy’s face or forehead, causing them to bleed.

Royal Treatment: Wanda traps them in a **** rack. If she can, she’ll try to have her maids beat the enemy’s face and/or groin to further weaken them

Bra Breaker: Wanda skillfully removes her bra, traps her opponent’s face in its cup, and uses it to hang them over her back as she struts around.

Throne of Gomorrah: plants her thick ass on her opponent’s face, pinning their hands with her knees. May **** her enemy to eat out her pussy or ass if she is especially confident.

“What uppity little pups you are! Talking as if you were actually worth a turn of my head.”
“Hey! We beat our sis, ya know!”
“Of course. You act as though that hickish, incestual mating dance you performed in there was some sort of accomplishment. The only thing you defeated is the notion of ever having children with five fingers.”

“Hey! You watch how you talk ‘bout the Luvs, you twisted old…” Casey began, but the twin stepped up.
“You don’t gotta worry, sis. We got this one,” Petty said.
“Yea! We can think for ourselves. We’re pros too.”
“Of course you are, dears,” Baroness smiles with suspicious politeness. “In fact, I’d be glad to honor you two with the right to enter the same ring as myself. Right now.”
“Done!”