You don't know yet, because the Ringmaster of the "Bedeviled" stable is on the stage.

You see that some of the wrestling fans are eyeing your attractive curves, and the healthy D-cups contained in your tight, one-piece, full-body singlet. As you prance around the ring, with your black wrestling boots on, a pair of black kneepads, and athletic tape around your wrists, you hear the music of the villanous stable, "Bedeviled". The crowd unload the boo's on the ringmaster of the stable, Dr. Sodomy, as the big, muscular man hits the stage in his business suit. You see that he's brushed his rather long, dark hair back, and he's got a stubble on his face. His brown eyes, though, is giving you that devilish look.

"Well, well, well, look who we have in MY ring!" Dr. Sodomy speaks on the mic, as the boo's rain down on him. "The sex-crazy, dirty little bitch, who couldn't cut it in the music industry! (After another round of boo's.) You know, Red, if you weren't as crazy about sex, as you are about your singing career, you could use that money to get yourself...oh...a boob job!"

The fans give him the "What?!" chant.

"I know about your underhanded tactics..."

"What?!"

"...how you like to hide brass knuckles somewhere in your gear..."

"What?!"

"...or roll your opponent up, and show her cute little pussy to the camera, as you score the winner!"

"What?!"

"You think you're so badass, that you can do whatever the fuck you want?!" Dr. Sodomy pauses for another "What?!" chant from the fans. "Well, I have a proposal for you. Beat my choice of opponent for you, and I'll let you fuck with one of my boys! But if you lose, my entire stable will gangbang you, right in that ring!"

You give Dr. Sodomy that look of disgust, as the boo's rain down on Dr. Sodomy.

"Oh..." Dr. Sodomy tells you, "...did I mention that it's...No Disqualification?"