The clown makes her entrance.

Booming circus music, accompanied by kazoos and whistles, begins playing out of the arena speakers. “And barrelling down towards the ring to brighten our day, it’s Doinkette the Clown!!!” The announcer shouts out your opponent’s name with infectious enthusiasm, spurring the crowd to join in on the excitement. On a tiny bicycle Doinkette the Clown makes her way to the ring. Her bright curls bounce lightly as she pedals down the ramp. Her tight blue overalls hug her curves nicely, her yellow collared shirt and red and white polka-dot tie flutters in the wind as she speeds up. Doinkette wiggles her big red nose as she hops off of her chopper, adjusting her overalls and reapplying her red lipstick before entering.

The curvy clown climbs into the ring, pulling a horn out of her large front pocket, and honking away to the delight of the crowd. You’re unsure what’s so amusing about this, but you imagine a clown shouldn’t be too difficult to defeat in a wrestling match. Doinkette runs about the ring, appealing to the crowd with smiles and honks, stomping about in her big brown boots. She’s boisterous and loud, very fitting for a clown, and you’re unsure whether this is endearing or irritating.

The referee enters the ring, sporting a black and white striped bikini top along with some booty shorts. She’s got quite the rack herself. She tells you both, “No funny business you two! Teehee!” Before winking and strutting away. The bell rings as Doinkette sizes you up. The blue makeup around her eyes make them look especially large, and her gaze surprisingly intimidates you. Her eyes narrow on your crotch, your junk barely encased in a tiger-striped speedo, as she licks her bright red lips. The white makeup she wears is applied meticulously, making it very difficult to discern her actual expression right now. She flashes a bombastic smile, catching you off guard, as she sticks out a hand. She says nothing and looks down at her hand emphatically. It appears she really wants you to shake her hand. You shoot her a suspicious stare as you try to determine the best course of action.