Back in the locker room.

When you wake up, you're lying on a sofa. Your body is covered by a fluffy white towel, and your jean shorts and bikini top are folded up next to you.

You feel mostly normal, but the afterglow from that incredible fuck you got from Missy is still there.

"Wow..." you say to no one in particular.

"You're awake?"

The girl who spoke, you don't really recognize. She was wearing spandex microshorts, and nothing else. Her back was covered with some sort of tattoo.

"Yeah. Where am I?"

"Good girls locker room. Casey met Missy at the stairs and they kinda argued over you. Casey won, and she brought you in here, then got your stuff and brought it too."

Your idol did that?

"So, I don't mean to be rude, but who are you? I haven't seen you on TV yet..."

The tattooed girl groaned. "Yeah... my name's Layla but people call me Sharkbait. Not surprised you haven't heard of me either. Tanya went on this huge recruiting spree last winter and hired a whole bunch of people, including me. Most of us haven't done anything besides our debut matches. I fought this mob girl from Italy. Kaavya here..."

Sharkbait gestures to an Indian girl who was sitting so quietly you didn't notice. As you look at her, she lowers her head and smiles shyly.

"She fought my sister. Now, her problem, Kaavya that is, is that she's a great lover, but she can't fight for anything. Too nice I guess. I just haven't gotten a chance to do anything. You know, there's some others of us in this same situation. Mostly tag teams, but they're all out doing stuff."

You sit up. Your head aches a bit.

"I probably better go see Tanya. She's going to be pissed that I lost though."

Sharkbait shrugs. "Even Tanya doesn't expect perfection from rookies, and Missy's one of the most underrated wrestlers in the entire league. Hell, she was more the caliber of the 'wrestler you're supposed to lose to' than just another opponent."

Your heart skips a beat.

THAT.

"Um... who do you think I'll have to fight?"

Kaavya answered. "Tanya mostly makes people wrestle whoever she thinks they'll be bad against. She made me wrestle Melissa..."

"The girl in the wrestling costume with the muscles and fake tits." Sharkbait clarifies.

"Anyway, she spent the whole match twisting my arms and legs around until I couldn't get back up. Then she just sort of played around with positions while fucking me."

"Yeah, I had to wrestle Amazon." Sharkbait says. "I actually do kinda know how to fight, I'm pretty well balanced between technical skill and sex skill and I'm not weak. But Amazon kind of did everything I could better. More skills, more libido, and... well she can curl my max squat for reps, so yeah, a whole lot stronger. Scary thing is she's not even the strongest girl in the league."

You sigh.

"So who's going to be my opponent?"

"Well obviously I don't know. " Sharkbait laughs. "Miss H would be a pretty good bet... but there's one thing."

"Yeah?"

"You haven't decided between face or heel yet, have you?"

You shake your head. "I hate being pressured into something. I'm actually kind of thinking I'll do like Kim Austin did and refuse to pick."

The door slams. "Bad idea, hun."

Two black girls in tight, sparkly dresses had just walked into the room. One, wearing gold, was a bit tall and kind of athletic looking. The other, who was wearing silver, was shorter and curvier. It was the taller one who'd spoken.

"We're Danielle and Amanda, but you can call us Sugar and Spice. Or Danielle and Amanda, we're not uptight. But seriously, trust me, don't try to refuse to pick."

You begin fastening your bikini top, more to give you something to do than out of embarrassment. After what Missy did to you, being topless just doesn't seem like a big deal.

"What if you don't?"

"Well, it's open season on you whichever locker room you pick to change in. Notice how there's no Tweener locker room?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Yeah, so, if Dolly wants a scissoring dummy and you cross her path, you're in for a lot of pain. Or if Tara wants a sparring partner. Or if Amber's horny. Or if Becky Luv wants to throw someone against the walls. And because you're on your own, you won't have anyone to get your back. Trust me... name?"

"Christy."

"Christy." Danielle nods. "Anyway, yeah, if you were 6 foot 10 it'd be different, but since you're not..."

"Anyway." Sharkbait says. "As I was saying before I got interrupted, Christy, since you haven't picked between face and heel, your 'no chance' opponent might be a face. Hell, since you've got such a thing for Casey Luv, Tanya might think making you fight her is funny."

"Then again, she might think making you fight Becky and get beaten up is funny." Amanda said, a little sourly.

"Yeah, I think it's time to go talk to Tanya. Thanks girls." You stand up and pull your jean shorts on.

At least none of them make any wise remarks when the crotch of your jeans presses against your still tingling pussy, making you half moan. Although they do mostly look away and smile.

Originally by ThaCat005