Brief interlude.

A week has passed since your debut at LEWD. You make your way into the shady building, excited for your next match, but you’re stopped by the receptionist. She tells you the promoter wants to see you in his office. You weren’t informed about a meeting ahead of time, and now you’re quite nervous. You apprehensively walk into the tiny office, the promoter waiting for you at his desk.

You still haven’t learned the promoter’s name, and now it’s probably too late to ask. He stares at you intently and motions for you to sit down. You take a seat as he takes a deep breath. “Listen, I’ve been crunching the numbers, and while you were amazing out there last week... We need to make some cuts.” The promoter says with a melancholic stare. He looks down at his lap and continues, “I don’t want to have to cut you. But we already have a designated jobber.”

You begin to sweat, you just got your start in professional wrestling, and now it’s going to be ripped away from you. You’d do anything to stay here. Your thoughts are interrupted by the promoter’s voice, “I’d love to keep you on, truly. But I feel like a need a little incentive. Know what I mean?” He looks at you with a forlorn expression as he fiddles with his tie. He looks down at his lap again and motions for you to come around the desk.

You make your way around and see that the promoter is wearing nothing below the belt. His penis is fully exposed as he shoots you a wicked grin. “Well, don’t make me spell it out for you.” He says with a salacious tone. You give him a quizzical look. You did think to yourself that you’d do anything...