They make an statement

Cathy smiles, "I know."

She pushes a button on the intercom, "Bring her in."

Two security guards drag a naked women with a hood over her head into the office.

"What's this?" Sara looks intrigue.

"Something that our little PR official cook up." Cathy nods to Ann, "Ann."

"Thanks Cathy." Ann walks towards their captor, "If we want to to score some serious points during this election. We got to get people attention and as Cathy says this league is rampant with sex, ****, civil rights towards men. We need people to know that we mean business."

Ann leans down and massages the women's breasts, "So that's why I decide to handle one of those social ills of this league right now." She pinches the woman's breasts and says as she stands up, "Gentlemen."

One of the guards remove the hood and reveal:

Judy “Juice” Winchester
20’s
Good girl
Half-Asian
5’8”
Blonde hair dyed purple, blue eyes
C cups
Slim but lean. flexible figure
Wears loose, revealing clothes that smell of all sorts of things. Often loose sweatpants and a tank top, sometimes a ski cap

If you can smoke it, inject it, trip on it, or get upped, down, or sideways on it, Juice has taken it. She is an unbelievable **** fanatic, experts believing her to be a downright miracle of science that she’s not only alive, but fit and fairly healthy. Judy’s parents were outright hippies, living on an all-organic community. Judy grew fed up and ran away in her teens, denying all they stood for. Well, except the **** and free love part. Judy sampled countless ****, including some that were experimental and rare enough to barely have names.
Judy is a sweet girl at heart, but her style is wild and unpredictable. Her lucid nature and flexible frame lets her hit opponents from all sorts of angles. Her fighting style is easily comparable to dancing, involving a lot of motion and momentum. She believes in free love, and that everyone should be friendly and lusty with each other. She has no qualms in bashing heads with those that start trouble with her, though, and certainly takes some genuine entertainment from it.

Moves:

Acid Drop: gets her opponent front-first at the turnbuckle, stands on the turnbuckle, and grabs their hair before leaping down and spiking their head down.

Purple Haze: blows smoke, a chemical ala Asian Mist, or some other substance into her opponent’s face. Can have a variety of affects, based on what she uses, but mostly blinds or dazes them.

Pill Popper: Juice does a front handstand, lashing her legs around her opponent’s neck and whipping them to the mat. She does it so she lands on their chest, performing a front facesit to smother them out while she leaves her hands free to play.

"Aw, the druggie." Sara smiles.

"Aw, what?" Juice says still reeling from her latest high.

"That's right. We are going handle the **** problem that Mcvan so throughly neglects by cleaning this junkie whore up, making everyone realize how good we are for this place." Ann says as she back kicks Juice in the stomach making her fall forward in pain.

"Ladies meet our poster child of the new league."