Next challenge

As the crowd's applause and cheers slowly died down, Mackenzie lay there, still panting and trying to process what had just happened. She felt a mix of emotions: humiliation, shame, and to her surprise, a lingering sense of arousal. The jello beneath her seemed to be sticking to her skin, making her feel even more uncomfortable. Amazonia, still standing over her, gazed down with a triumphant smile, her chest heaving slightly from the exertion.

The DJ's voice cut through the silence, "And now, folks, it's time for the main event! But before we get started, let's give our lovely loser a chance to... recover." The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers as Amazonia reached down and grabbed Mackenzie's arms, pulling her up into a sitting position. Mackenzie's legs wobbled beneath her as she struggled to maintain her balance on the slippery jello. Amazonia held her in place, a condescending smile spreading across her face.

The DJ continued, "And as a special treat, our challenger gets to choose the next match's stipulation. Amazonia, what do you say we make things interesting?" Amazonia's eyes sparkled with mischief as she gazed down at Mackenzie.

The DJ's question hung heavy in the air, and Mackenzie could feel herself growing tense as she waited for Amazonia's response. The red-headed wrestler's mind raced as she tried to come up with a stipulation that would give her even the slightest chance of winning.

"Alright, I have an idea," Amazonia said, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Let's make the next match a greased-up mud wrestling match. And the loser has to spend the rest of the night on stage, serving drinks to the audience."