The Threat of a Good Time

Between matches the arena goes dark save for the faint glow of a few people who have rudely kept their cellphones out for this entire time. Over the sound system comes a woman's voice in a soft southern drawl "Y'all thought you had gotten rid of us, huh?" The big screen flashes a momentary image of a tall, smiling blonde woman. In an instant the arena is plunged back into darkness and now mild confusion. Absolutely no one recognizing the voice or face of whoever that was.

Another voice follows the first, a terse and severe woman, "You thought you were safe at last." Another flickering image, this time the blonde is joined by a statuesque Thai woman with long dark hair. Still there is no collective memory of who the hell these people are. Finally, a spark of recollection is brought by a voice with a thick Australian accent "Eh, but we couldn't stay away foreva'." The image blips back to reveal a buxom brunette wearing bunny ears. No one can quite place her name, but a few folks are saying "Oh, I think I saw her in a match that was alright once."

"We're back and ready for business." A new voice, serious but small immediately followed by a more cheerful voice, "Business? I'm here for pleasure." The image flickers again to reveal two new figures in the growing cadre, a petit woman who looks like she might be Mongolian and beside her a curvier Chinese girl with glasses. The smaller girl scowls sourly as her full figured friend hugs her from the side.

"We're here to be your hero!" Another voice chirps out brightly, the image flashing to reveal a garishly dressed young woman with purple hair. "Or to be your nightmare." Contradicts a voice with a thick German accent. Another flash shows a half naked woman in a chainmail bikini with a sword over her shoulder. The audience is still confused and now mildly annoyed by the brevity of these glimpses, eyes hungry for light and flesh.

"Prepare to surrender your soul." Hisses a voice with an obviously affected British accent before being joined by another with a light Arabian accent, "Prepare to surrender your body." The screen lights up again to reveal a small blonde dressed in black, half shrouded by her golden locks, and beside her a dark haired girl dressed like a belly dancer. This elicits a few whistles from the crowd and a couple of fans half recall seeing them before.

With a thunderous laugh a smoky, raucous voice lights up the room, "Prepare to see your bitches broken!" The screen lights up once more to show a lean girl with long blonde hair and a vicious smile. Finally there is a small pop from the crowd as the few fans of Anne Archy recognized the long lost rocker. This time the screen stays up, allowing the audience a good long look at the now crowded shot of gathered wrestlers. One last figure emerges from the rear of the pack where she had been obscured by a couple of the bigger girls.

In a black pencil skirt and white blouse that was just sheer enough to tease her red bra beneath, emerged Lily Bell adjusting her cateye glasses as she approached the camera. A few more cheers rose up in the audience as she leans in as if looking back through the camera. More importantly this posture exposed more of her lightly tanned cleavage, "Did you miss us, darlings? Well the wait is over, and things around here are never going to be the same again." She blows a kiss at the screen before it goes dark and stays that way.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled match...