CHALLENGE ISSUED to Kyra "The Babyface Assassin" by yours truly, the Picture Perfect Pro Princess Megan! I won't be bowing down to any tramp in the group, especially the biggest slut of them all.
This chump wants to challenge me?!?!? Well she will learn the hard way that her one purpose in life is to be a picture perfect loser
I have arrived at the club for the big day. Well, club is a stretch...it's more or less just a shitty basement that the whores in the Classy Tramps make their club. Tonight my chance to get my hands on the first member of the Classy Tramps, Kyra. She calls herself the Babyface Assassin, but after the match she'll be known as the Bustedface Assassinated.
I am in front of the mirror, as I usually am, admiring myself as I make final preparations for the match. I tie my shoulder length silky auburn hair back into a pony, and take a step back to look me sexy, slender body up and down, "perfection" I tell myself with a grin as my eyes trace my body from my pretty face, down to my modest but perky tits, clad in a black lycra sports bra top, then down to my sexy flat tummy, then to my matching skin tight black lycra booty shorts that look to be painted on my perfectly toned, round bottom, and thighs below look to be toned to perfection as well. On my feet I wear black patent leather boots that rise to mid-calf.
Having sufficiently admired myself in the mirror, I hear a knock at the door and an aggressive voice grumbles "it's time" so I take a deep breath and blow myself a kiss in the mirror, then exit my dressing room and walk down the hall and pause behind the door that leads out into the club, take a deep breath, and step through as I am introduced.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, INTRODUCING FIRST...STANDING 5'4" TALL AND WEIGHING JUST 95 PERFECT POUNDS, SHE IS THE PICTURE PERFECT PRINCESS...MEGAN!"
I hear a series of boos and jeers as I realize for sure I'm in Tramp territory. It's so obvious as I look around and take note of all the tramps in the crowd. I strut to the ring looking like a supermodel on a runway with a sexy strut and an arrogant smirk on my pretty face. I get to ringside, hop onto the apron, step slowly through the ropes, straddling the middle rope for a moment and shaking my sexy ass to get a rise out of the crowd as I do before stepping on in, strutting around a little, striking a few more supermodel poses, then back into my corner and lean casually back against the buckles, arms outstretched across them as I wait eagerly for my Classy victim.
