Felicia's week off

It was yet another boring day for Felicia Espinoza. Ever since the aborted Sex Wars League, the Portuguese catgirl had been recieving little in the way of matches. Or, she though with aggravation, matches. She had no idea why, but no one wanted to fight her. Everyone instead seemed to be gravitating towards Tension's newer hotties, including Heather Sunderland and that Catelyn girl (a fact that irritated her no end-- she was supposed to be the most popular cat in Tension!) Felicia still had no idea if it was because of something she'd done, something she'd failed to do, or just because Ms. Sellers was feeling especially mean. Either way, it felt like her wrestling career had tanked.

Sighing, Felicia reclined on her couch, her slender figure clad only in a white tank top and matching panties, and sipped on her morning espresso. In the match she was watching, two former Wrestle Angels-- Natasha Han and Emily Nelson-- were busy slamming and stretching seven hells out of each other. Initially, Felicia's thoughts were internal bets on who would win, or decisions on who was hotter (she was vouching for Natasha to win, although she would have done either of of them), though watching the match stirred her old itching to get back in the ring. She wanted to take on a girl or guy, and setting, and either give them a long nice stretch, or a long nice pinfall. Whatever happened after that would be left to the imagination.

With a shrug, Felicia took another sip from her espresso. Today need not necessarily be a bad day-- not if she went out and made something good of it.