Kayla, a judoka fighter with a penchant for pegging.

The crowd is absolutely electric as the ring announcer finishes his bombastic introduction, serenading you with a sizable yet always satisfying pop as you ascend up the steel steps and enter the squared circle once again.

Adrenaline pumping through your veins, you immediately climb up the nearest turnbuckle to pose.

Smiling as the various camera flashes and signs from the audience greets you, you pump both fists into the air for a second or two before jumping back down to the mat.

Just like always, anticipation quickly takes over as you discard your entrance attire and await the arrival of your opponent.

Kayla.

You had heard tales from the ECL locker room about just how brutal and dominant the seemingly sweet and nerdy black sexfigher could be between these ropes. Some of the veteran sexfighters' match anecdotes even verge on horror stories as they painstakingly recount how she had utterly destroyed them, physically and especially sexually.

Seeing as how you are now being booked in this exhibition match with her, you figure that now is a good a time as any to determine the fact from the fiction.

And not a second sooner, as her entrance music blared through the arena heralding her presence.

“And introducing his opponent….”

Cracking your knuckles eagerly, you are about to jump in place to warm up before a familiar blend of contemporary R&B/hip hop pounds your ears.

The overhead arena lights dim, replaced by a predominantly purple hue that lights up the entrance stage.

And upon that stage, comes the woman herself.

The funky and distinct beats of Bell Biv DeVoe’s Poison floods the arena as Kayla finally appears to a thunderous ovation.

The JumboTron, even in all its pristine HD quality, barely did enough justice to her stunning match attire and overall look.

A silky blue robe clinging to her generous feminine curves barely conceals her daring and quite captivating bikini set.

Absolutely gorgeous from head to toe, her sudden supermodel-esque good looks are a far cry from the nerdy persona that she had assumed behind the curtain.

Kayla’s raven black hair, sans bun, cascaded down her shoulders in wavy, seductive bangs with dark eyes peeking through to gaze out into the crowd.

Contrasting her beautiful ebony skin, she wore a lacy white push-up bra that perfectly highlighted her perky yet certainly potent breasts along with a G-string thong that hugged her hips in all the right places.

Finishing off the set, she wore a pair of expensive Christian Louboutin high heels accentuating her petite yet obviously powerful legs.

Kayla stood on the ramp for a moment longer, enjoying the spell that had been placed over the entire arena (including yourself) at her mere presence.

Just as the song had implied, within seconds Kayla has already poisoned your mind.

Seemingly recovering first, the announcer’s voice finally booms into the PA speakers, “Making her way down to the ring: you know her, you love her, she is….the baddest woman in this ring or any other.”

You audibly gulp as the black woman confidently begins sauntering towards the ring, keeping her eyes locked on you each and every step of the way.

“Kayla! Kayla! Kayla!” The crowd had nearly whipped themselves into a chanting frenzy as she descends down the ramp with the purple spotlight still on her.

Both hands on her swinging hips, she flashes appreciative grins and playful waves to her adoring fans as she nears the ring.

“She’ll fight you like a man, and then fuck you like a woman. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you…..KAYLA!” the announcer enthuses, echoing the sexfighter’s own infamous catchphrase.

Kicking off her high heels next to the ring apron and handing her robe to a nearby ring hand, she sensually slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope.

As her entrance music dies down, the crowd remains pumped as she takes her time getting up.

Despite weighing no more than 120 pounds at first glance and the obvious height/weight discrepancy between you two, Kayla is completely fearless, unintimidated by your masculine physique.

An aura of smug confidence instead surrounds her as you two meet in the middle of the sexual arena, ready to clash in more ways than one.