Casey Luv, your idol

“Oh, sorry, missy,” says a familiar-sounding voice. You turn around and can’t help but be star-struck. The lovely blonde behind you is wearing a string bikini bottom and a towel draped over her shoulders, just covering most of her breasts.

“Oh wow! You’re Casey Luv!” You knew that she wrestled, but you didn’t know she was in such an **** league. You mostly just read about her in magazines, knowing her mostly for her modeling career.

Casey laughed. “A fan, huh?”
“You… could say that…” The images you had saved on your computer of her could fill up and crash a less capable hard drive.

Casey laughed. “Oh, I know that look. Yea, I do more than just act like a pretty face, wouldn't ya know it."
"But.. but here?! It's so... WEIRD here!"

"Yea, but helluva lotta fun once you're used to it. I've been around for a while now, but I can tell you're a new kid. I’ll give ya some advice, for starters.”
“Oh, please!” you urge eagerly.
“Energy’s the best weapon you’ve got out there. Get some enthusiasm boiling and you’ll be damn hard to keep pinned. Don’t be modest out there, cuz sooner or later, you’re going to be stripped and fucked in front of a crowd. Also, watch your back. Just by beating some random fighter, you can draw the attention of another, good or bad. Enemies come easy, so don’t worry about making them.”

“Tell me about it…” you murmur, remembering the little Asian who had jumped out before you even joined.

"And McVan's a lot of bluster, but don't worry too much. If you're makin' her money, she'll keep ya. Just don't go complaining to her about anything, is all. Bitch don't take to criticism. And don't go killin' yourself over some silly loss. There's stronger girls, there's cheaters, and there's lucky shots, so you're gonna lose some fights no matter what. Roll with em, learn from em, and keep kickin' ass."

You try and let that all register as you keep glancing at her towel, eager for it to twitch again to show off her beautiful chest. "Th... thank you so much, Miss Luv."
Casey smiled warmly. "Missus, technically. Got married, ya know? Well," She took your shoulders and gave you a kiss on the cheek. "Glad to see a new cute face around here. You lemee know if there’s anything ya need, aright?”