call in the Amazon to take her down

Backstage, Amazon was furious. She'd just lost to Tikka via a submission hold like none she'd seen in her entire life of fighting. And worse, when she'd tried to attack Tikka post match, she'd instead been fucked ****.

(As in http://www.chyoo.com/index.php/main.story.page/81506/ this thread)

It was especially bad because it was almost like what had happened the first time she fought Mama Luv. She'd tried a post match chair attack, missed, and been ball gagged and fucked doggy style. But at least Mama had needed a dildo. Tikka had destroyed her with a trib attack that was so effective she hadn't even been able to fight back.

As she sat there, someone pounded on her door.

"Amazon! Tanya's office, immediately!"

It was a male voice, and she heard his footsteps go running down the hall. They ended in a yelp, as, presumably, he was yanked into someone else's dressing room.

Amazon sighed and stood. She kicked the door open and stalked down the hallway until she got to the door to Tanya's office. Without bothering to knock, she walked in.

As usual, there was a girl being punished, although this scene was a little bit different. Melissa, the wrestler girl, was shackled into some saddle-looking contraption, with her thighs and wrists locked into buckles on the machine itself, and Melissa looked intensely frustrated rather than aroused. Also, the machine was quiet and turned off.

Tanya was wearing her business suit and looked coldly professional. She was reading an investor's magazine, and looked up as Amazon walked in. She put it down and took off her glasses.

"You've been losing a lot of matches." She said.

Amazon had just been thinking that same thing, and couldn't come up with much to say.

"I know."

Tanya sighed. "Let me explain something to you, Amazon. Incompetence annoys me. Take this girl..." She gestured to Melissa. "For some reason, she thinks that by being the only girl in the federation that isn't oversexed, she's accomplishing something. So I'm dealing with her bad attitude in the best way I can. That machine is a multi-million dollar piece of equipment. It can read your body. It knows exactly how hard it has to vibrate to push you to your limits. It knows when to make you cum as often as you can, or to refuse to let you, to maximize your experience. It comes with varying levels of bondage, from full lockdown to nothing at all. It can sit still or buck, at any level between pony and buffalo. And Melissa, who thinks she's too good for sex, gets to sit on it without getting to use it until she agrees to let me break her with it."

Amazon had a harsh upbringing, and a merciless personality, and even she thought this was particularly cruel.

"So what do you want from me?"

"I'm going to give you an assignment, and an ultimatum. Or, if you can't understand that, a job, and a punishment if you don't do the job right. I don't know what that punishment will be, but rest assured, I have plenty of them."

"Just because I sometimes have trouble pronouncing W's doesn't mean I'm stupid." Amazon objected. "So, vat... what is this job?".

"I am having a bit of trouble with good girls. They seem to be more and more overpowered. At any rate, I want you to humble one of them. By which I mean, make her submit and then fuck her **** in the ring."

The Amazon looked at the three choices, and the writeups that went with them.

Rochell Divine - getting too demanding, needs to know her place

Tara - picking on the weaker bad girls, needs to fight someone her own size

Amber - Needs to lose a match for once