You go to your agent's office

When you arrive at Jane's office you barge in without knocking. Jane rolls her eyes, but is used to your bullshit and doesn't say anything. You sit down, legs wide apart, and smirk at her "So, what's the job? Some new campaign? You remember I told you I wouldn't work with the people on the list I gave you?"

Jane tuts. "Lists. Plural. And that's only one of the reasons I can't find any work for you. Everyone else on my roster will accept work because they know they have bills to pay. Not you though, Brandon. No one will work with you. What I have you now might be your last chance."

You say nothing. Though you'll barely admit it even to yourself Jane telling you off turns you on slightly. You feel your dick stiffen slightly at her half-mocking, half-angry tone.

"Anyway," Jane continues "This offer from a wrestling company is _literally _the only thing I have for you. It's really not that bad. You turn up, lose some staged fight to one of their girls and they pay you. They've said they'll let you wear a mask. They've mostly done videos where the girls lose before but they're quite experienced. They have a website, if you want to check it out first."

Put like that it doesn't seem so bad, and you're running low on inherited money. So you tell Jane you'll do it and leave her office once she's forwarded you the email, giving her what you think is a cheeky wink.