The locker room

Still riding the high of riding Zoey’s pathetic little face, Vicky gets back to the locker room. Sweaty, out of breath, she gorges herself on cheesecake and beans to fill the gas tank back up. A slight sense of fatigue plagues her, but Vicky is hooked on the sensation of victory. After a catnap, she marches right back up to the bunny girl receptionist who signed her up for the first match.

“Hi Victoria! Congratulations on your fantastic win in your first match! We’ve deposited 100 Gasscoins into your account as a result. Would you like to sign up for your next match?”

“Yes please, let me at them! They won’t know what hit them.” Vicky declares confidently.

The receptionist gives a knowing smile, “Your next opponent is even newer to the sport of wrestling than you are, good luck and please put on a lovely show!”

Vicky lights up at the news as she makes her way down to the ring. After facing so many dangerous, stinky girls like Sophie, Julia, and the bully, another pushover under her round booty sounds like a welcome change of pace. Having Zoey react to her touch like that—she could get used to this wrestling thing.

Victoria practically skips down to the wrestling ring in sheer excitement, traversing the tunnel from her locker room once more. As the ring lights beam down on her, shooting jets of intense, white light onto Vicky’s face. She averts her gaze slightly as she turns to get her bearings…

“STILL NOT USED TO THE SPOTLIGHT, WRESTLETORIA? I THOUGHT YOUR FIRST MATCH WOULD HAVE GOTTEN YOU READY FOR THIS!”

The announcer’s booming voice jolts Vicky slightly. When she turns to face her opponent she sees…