The punk

“So this is somewhat good news for you. Your first opponent will be Shelby, also known as the Punk. She isn’t too highly ranked, only 36th out of the 48 women fighters we have. She is likely hoping to beat up on a rookie to raise her rank, but it also means she wont be quite as good as most of your potential opponents.”

‘Well that’s good’ you think. You certainly didn’t want to be put up against the champ right away, so this would let you build momentum.

“Um,” you begin, “So how do we do this?”

Penny grabs your paperwork, files it, and tells you to follow her as she starts to explain. “Ok, so we will get you changed, and your match will go down as soon as you are both ready.”

You gulp, this is all happening so fast, you really have **** now but to go with it all. Penny leads you into a locker room, and up to locker number 32. “This is yours for now. Once you get your ranking your locker will match your rank. Strip fully, and put on what’s in there. Then come out to the big mat, and we will begin.”

You watch as Penny leaves you alone in the locker room, then open the locker. All that is in there is a pair of very short red shorts, and red wrist and ankle bands. You strip and dress, trying not to panic or over think anything.

Finally dressed and feeling a little exposed being shirtless, you close the locker and head out to the main hall. You don’t know at first where to go, but see on the corner most mat three people setting up various cameras, as well as Penny now wearing a black and white striped collared shirt, and a tiny woman standing next to her.

As you walk closer, you get a better look at the tiny woman. She was probably just short of five foot tall, slim but visibly toned, with a flat ass and maybe between b and c cup breast bailey contained in a basic black bra. Other than the bra she only wore black panties and black wrist and ankle bands. All the black popped against her pale skin, flawless except for the large shoulder and half sleeve tattoo. Her hair was jet black, with straight cut bangs and a ponytail holding the rest. Her makeup was simple other than the bright red lipstick.

You join them on the mat, and feel the Punk look you up and down. She smirks, and you aren’t sure wether it is confidence or false bravado, but either way it is disconcerting.

“Ah, Wolf is here and ready. So, Punk, Wolf, lets do a quick intro to the camera, then we can get going!”

A woman holding a large camera approaches the Punk first, as Penny asks the tiny girl “Wrestlers, tell us your name and your record, followed by how you think you’ll do.”

“Hi.” She says firmly. “I’m the Punk, currently 3 wins and five losses. And, looking at my so called competition, I think I have this in the bag.”

The camera lady switches to zooming in on your face, waiting for you to respond the same.

Hesitantly, you say “Yes, um, I’m the Wolf, brand new rookie... but honestly I’m not to scared. Considering the punks record and how tiny she is, I think I’ll be alright.”

“Good!” Penny says, as the camera zooms out to show all three of you. “Any threats or extra wagers for the afterrounds, or are you two ready to begin?”