Music was playing, the spotlights were shining and you, Bella Bottom, was strutting your way into the ring. Sweet sensual jazz was your intro, and it melded so perfectly with your body. Swaying, swinging, running your hands down your body and feeling the greasy, slick sweat that covered your beautiful booty. You approached the ring and grabbed onto the post and spun around it like a low class stripper, twirling your svelte, smelly body until you were sitting on it, spread eagle, facing the crowd
You put to fingers to your lips and blew a kiss to your fans, simultaneously farting and filling your fan's section with your nasty ass stench. You spun about on the post again and hopped into the ring to face your opponent. You gave them a wink and smiled, because you were about to fight...
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