Jello Wrestling

A few whispers were exchanged between Rachel and the manager as they discussed what to do with Mackenzie. The redhead couldn't quite make out what they were saying as she was too caught up in her own frantic thoughts and worries. She was so caught up, in fact, that she barely realized it when she was ushered along and unceremoniously shoved into a dressing room.

Thankful to be away from the prying eyes of the strip club patrons and so close to finally having something to wear again, Mackenzie made a beeline for the first articles of clothing she could see. She was just about to pick up the flimsy satin garment when a hand firmly caught her by the wrist.

"What do you think you're doing, grabbing another girl's stuff like that? Fucking amateurs, don't even think about respecting people's wardrobes." said the woman who had grabbed Mackenzie. Turning to look at her, Mackenzie found herself facing a slender blonde as naked as she was.

"Er, I... I just wanted to-" Mackenzie began.

"It's fine, just don't let it happen again, alright sugar?" the blonde replied. "You're nervous, I get that. We barely see any amateurs, but they're always at least a little nervous. Boss tells me you're scheduled for the wrestling show? Here, I'll take you to what you're supposed to wear."

The blonde led Mackenzie down a row of lockers, stopping to quickly open one up. Sifting through the colorful array of garments inside, she quickly tossed a small tangle of red fabric in Mackenzie's direction. "I figure red suits you. Carpet matches the drapes, why not have the outfit match both, right?" she quipped.

Mackenzie looked at what she'd been given in disbelief. Her "outfit" was nothing more than a string bikini, and a quick guess suggested it wouldn't even fit properly. "I-I'm... supposed to wear this?" she asked.

"For a little bit, yeah." the blonde replied while rolling her eyes. "You're gonna be wrestling, but the rules are just slightly tweaked. When a girl gets pinned, she loses part of her bikini, so two pins and you're naked."

"So... it's over after I get pinned twice?"

"HAH! Oh, that's a good one. No. The match keeps going the full thirty minutes. If you get pinned after you're already naked, well..." the helpful blonde explained. When she trailed off, even she couldn't help but blush at what she left unsaid. "You, ah... get a forfeit. Each one is worse than the last, and you gotta do every one you accumulate. So... don't get pinned too much."

Mackenzie audibly gulped. If these forfeits were enough to make a stripper blush, what would they do to her? What on earth had Rachel **** her into?

"C-c-can we make a deal? D-don't pin me more than twice?" Mackenzie offered weakly. "I'll... I'll never pin you if you agree."

"Oh, sweetie, I'm not your opponent. The boss just told me to prep you." the blonde said with an apologetic smile. "You're going up against Amazonia. She... oh, sweetie..."

Before Mackenzie could press for more information, the sound of a cheering crowd interrupted the two. "That means it's go time." the blonde explained, taking Mackenzie by the wrist (though much softer this time) and leading her to a set of curtains that hid the back room from the audience. "Good luck." was the last thing Mackenzie heard before being led through the curtains and into the loud and crowded room.

"We've got a special treat for you all!" the DJ announced over the speakers. "An amateur has signed up to take on our reigning champion, Amazonia! Does she have what it takes to defeat the best?"

Amazonia certainly lived up to her name. She was easily six feet tall, with toned and defined muscles across her body. Despite that, she looked magnificent, as if she'd been carved from marble. Everything about her exuded power and confidence. The evil glint in her eyes as she sized up Mackenzie made the redhead shudder.

Knowing there was no way to talk herself out of this, Mackenzie reluctantly climbed into the ring.