lowblow emma
Star
- Joined
- Sep 21, 2013
- Location
- London
It was the day before the Championship fight. The peak of KayCee's career. She'd been close several times, but this time she had made it. And about time. In the past, there had always been an excuse. She wasn't ready yet. It was someone else's turn. The promoters wanted to bring on a rising star, not for her to win but just to give her more exposure and a boost to her career. KayCee had no illusions. She knew these decisions weren't based on the merit of the wrestlers; they were business decisions, taken in favour of the bottom line in the accounts.
This time, though, the time was right. And she was ready. She had never been fitter, or stronger, or more skilled as a fighter. She was up against the reigning Champ, Diana. But she had had her day. Everyone was agreed on that. The bookmakers especially. They were laying odds in KayCee's favour. It would be a tough fight, certainly not a walk over. But, barring mishaps, tomorrow would be the night when KayCee finally held the Champtionship Belt high in the air as she received the applause of the crowd.
Right now, she was waiting to be called into her agent's office, fully expecting to hear about the plans for her future, for her career as Champion.
Viv was a former fighter. Tall, muscular, strong, her body still toned although she had not fought for at least a decade. She emerged from her office and strode over to shake KayCee firmly by the hand. Dressed for attention, bare legged, short leather skirt, and a dazzling white satin blouse.
'KayCee, thanks for coming, good to see you. Let's go into my office.'
She led the way, treating KayCee to a view of her tight ass.
Settled into their chairs on either side of the wide desk, the pair checked each other out before Viv came, as she always did, straight to the point.
'I asked you to pop in because I knew you'd want to hear about tomorrow's fight and your future.'
'Yes, you're right, it will be an exciting day tomorrow and I'd love to hear about the fights you have lined up for me.'
'Right, that's my girl, of course. The plan is tomorrow is the first day of your new career. You will get off to a good start, but by the third round Viv's experience will tell and she will steadily take control of the fight. You will lose the fight, but your performance will set you on your new career,' Viv paused.
'Sorry, did you say I am going to lose?' Where the hell had that idea come from? 'And starting a new career? Just what does that mean exactly?'
'It means,' Viv paused again for effect, 'it means that you are going to become a jobber.'
This time, though, the time was right. And she was ready. She had never been fitter, or stronger, or more skilled as a fighter. She was up against the reigning Champ, Diana. But she had had her day. Everyone was agreed on that. The bookmakers especially. They were laying odds in KayCee's favour. It would be a tough fight, certainly not a walk over. But, barring mishaps, tomorrow would be the night when KayCee finally held the Champtionship Belt high in the air as she received the applause of the crowd.
Right now, she was waiting to be called into her agent's office, fully expecting to hear about the plans for her future, for her career as Champion.
Viv was a former fighter. Tall, muscular, strong, her body still toned although she had not fought for at least a decade. She emerged from her office and strode over to shake KayCee firmly by the hand. Dressed for attention, bare legged, short leather skirt, and a dazzling white satin blouse.
'KayCee, thanks for coming, good to see you. Let's go into my office.'
She led the way, treating KayCee to a view of her tight ass.
Settled into their chairs on either side of the wide desk, the pair checked each other out before Viv came, as she always did, straight to the point.
'I asked you to pop in because I knew you'd want to hear about tomorrow's fight and your future.'
'Yes, you're right, it will be an exciting day tomorrow and I'd love to hear about the fights you have lined up for me.'
'Right, that's my girl, of course. The plan is tomorrow is the first day of your new career. You will get off to a good start, but by the third round Viv's experience will tell and she will steadily take control of the fight. You will lose the fight, but your performance will set you on your new career,' Viv paused.
'Sorry, did you say I am going to lose?' Where the hell had that idea come from? 'And starting a new career? Just what does that mean exactly?'
'It means,' Viv paused again for effect, 'it means that you are going to become a jobber.'