The Wrangler vs. The Scorpion

Tulip entered the so-called arena and what she saw amazed her. The room was a small thing with three sides that fake columns on four sides and a black wall with signs that says in big green letters ‘Titty Slam’ with the four-wall covered in shadows where Tulip can clearly see silhouettes of people sitting there watching.

In the center of the room is a small ring with mats surrounding it.

“And coming to the ring.” A small man in his early twenties says wearing a referee outfit, “The Wrangler!’

The crowd cheers as Tulip enters the ring not knowing what to make of this.

“Wave to the crowd.” The small man whispers with his hand to his lips, “It will make them like you.”

Tulip waves to the crowd as she speaks from the side of her lips, “Who are you?”

“I’m Scot Stevens. I’m your referee and ring announcer. I’m the only one they could find to do this job.”

“Are you old to know what you are doing?’

“Lady, I might be young, but I been refereeing matches since I was twelve and I know my way around a whore’s pussy. They don’t nickname me Horn Dog for nothing.”

“OOKay then.”

“And her opponent.” Scot yells, “The Scorpion!”

Out comes

The young Filipino woman comes out wearing a red bikini, flicking the crowd off as she gets into the ring.

The woman known as the Scorpion looks Tulip up and down, “Hell yeah! I like them when they’re big titted, usually means they are dumb as well as slow.”

“Keep talking.” Tulip says cracking her knuckles, “We will see how far that match will get ya.”

Scot signals for the bell.