I was greeted by loud boos as I stepped into the ring. There were used to seeing big machos up there of course so as a woman, I did not stand a chance especially against my fearsome opponent. He was a fat burly man, extremely sweaty and riddled with battle scars. He spat on the ground and leered at me. I could totally guess what was in his accursed mind, it was plain for all to see. Following the ring's protocol, we walked up to each other and stared each other down. We were meant to say a few words to each other.
"Good fight," I said.
"The only fight I want to do with you is the one in bed but oh well, we'll discuss that later after this."
Yeah he was disgusting. I caught sight of Maultner glaring at him.
"Don't worry, I'll avenge you," Casper assured me. I flexed my shoulders. My opponent cracked his neck.
"What's your name by the way?" I asked.
"You can call me Pussy Pounder. PP for short."
I cringed.
Everybody in the crowd was hailing P.P
"Put the bitch in her place!"
