It's been a great run for me as the All-Comers champion at the high-stakes underground club... a simple gig... beat whoever steps in, and I get $10,000, the right to keep my status as the Queen of the Clubs... and if I like her, the loser for a toy in the ring after the match. What's not to like?
So, when I take my position in the ring for this week's event, I'm ready for whatever they throw at me... the usual collection of wannabes, once-weres, and drunk loudmouths... when I see a new girl rise.. tall, lissome and lovely... this could be a challenge worthy of my full attention.... "What's her name?" I whisper to the ref.. "Chante the Fab," I hear, "They brought her in to spice things up" I smile... this is going to be good....
Always wanted to spice up the rack... she'll do.