You get called to the Ring

A buxom blonde woman in a long evening gown wearing a red dress cut with a plunging v-neck showing just how well her cleavage amplifies her personality takes to the ring. She puts the vintage hanging microphone to her lips and speaks with a sultry contralto voice, “Ladies and Gentlemen… who am I kidding how are you degenerates doing?” The crowd mixes laughter with excitement.

“Now, for tonight’s first fight, we’ve got something special for you all! A debut match! Two new lovely ladies are going to show us all what they’ve got! So what do yah say? Wanna meet ‘em?” The crowd responds quite well, but you can’t tell if it’s for you or in general. “Alright then. For our first fighter, coming straight from the local indy circuit with a whopping 7 wins, no losses. Jaime “The Number 1” Jane!!!”

Now’s your time to shine, and you don’t plan on disappointing. You rush out past the curtain, hand in the air, index finger held high to keep with your title. As you come down the ramp you hear a general positive cheer from the crowd as they give you the benefit of the doubt.

You jump onto the apron and slide between the ropes, taking your place at your assigned corner as the announcer gives you a wink.