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‘Quick, before he comes round!’

You can feel yourself being carried, the noise of an excited crowd getting louder as you try come to your senses.

‘Strap him in!’

You’re slumped into a chair and feel leather straps being tightened around your arms and legs. You can just about see two girls standing over you in front of bright, flashing stage lights. You feel a slap across your face.

‘Wakey, wakey!’ The one who slaps you says. ‘Let’s get started’ the other one chimes in.

'I want him to be awake for it.'

‘What’s going on?’ you mumble as you try and force your eyes open.

‘You lost. And now it’s time for your forfeit'

You come round fully. The noise of the crowd floods in. You’re strapped to a chair in the middle a wrestling ring at the centre of a packed arena. Two beautiful wrestlers stand in front of you laughing and going through items in a bag. The referee comes over with a microphone.

‘Alex Fox, you lost the 2v1 match to the Terrible Twosome, Angela and Molly. As you wagered, your forfeit will be that you must compete in WWE as a female superstar for the next year.

Your memory starts to come back to you. You challenged the girls to a fight as a misogynistic heel character. But it was scripted that you’d win. You saw one of them grab the chair and you’d assumed it was plastic. They had taken matters into their own hands and really knocked you out.

You start struggling, trying to shake out of the chair but you’re locked in tight.

'Don’t cry’ Molly says.

‘You’re going to be so glamorous’ Angela adds, walking towards you with a waist length blonde wig. She walks up behind you and covers your tight buzzcut in glue. Molly holds your head steady as Angela presses the wig down making sure it sticks. She flicks the long blonde locks over your shoulders. The crowd start laughing as the girls step away to show you off.

Molly takes the microphone. ‘Doesn’t she look good?’ The crowd whoop and laugh in response.

‘We haven’t even started yet’ Angela says, twisting a tube to reveal a bright pink lipstick. She gets you in a headlock and starts smothering it over your lips. You struggle at first but realise it’s pointless now.

‘Aww, she’s stopped resisting. Round of applause!'

The crowd clap and holler again as Angela continues your makeup. Pink eyeshadow to match your lips, and extremely long fake eyelashes. How do the female wrestlers see with these? She draws exaggerated thick, dark eyebrows on and paints your nails while Molly whips the crowd up.

‘And obviously’ Molly says, walking towards the bag. ‘A lady wrestler can’t wrestle in just a pair of pants, like you do now’. She reaches into the bag and pulls out a pink glittery body suit with built in breast forms. ‘She needs something sparkly!'

The girls pull and twist the suit in between you and the back of the chair before zipping you up. Angela leans in and whispers, ‘you’re going to wear this, the makeup and the wig, every night for the next year, or the boss is going to fire you. We’ll see after that if you’ve got anything to say about lady wrestlers.'

The girls undo the straps and take your hands. They pull you out of the chair and raise them into the air.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, please say hello to your new WWE superstar, Amy Foxx!'

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‘Quick, before he comes round!’

You can feel yourself being carried, the noise of an excited crowd getting louder as you try come to your senses.

‘Strap him in!’

You’re slumped into a chair and feel leather straps being tightened around your arms and legs. You can just about see two girls standing over you in front of bright, flashing stage lights. You feel a slap across your face.

‘Wakey, wakey!’ The one who slaps you says. ‘Let’s get started’ the other one chimes in.

'I want him to be awake for it.'

‘What’s going on?’ you mumble as you try and force your eyes open.

‘You lost. And now it’s time for your forfeit'

You come round fully. The noise of the crowd floods in. You’re strapped to a chair in the middle a wrestling ring at the centre of a packed arena. Two beautiful wrestlers stand in front of you laughing and going through items in a bag. The referee comes over with a microphone.

‘Alex Fox, you lost the 2v1 match to the Terrible Twosome, Angela and Molly. As you wagered, your forfeit will be that you must compete in WWE as a female superstar for the next year.

Your memory starts to come back to you. You challenged the girls to a fight as a misogynistic heel character. But it was scripted that you’d win. You saw one of them grab the chair and you’d assumed it was plastic. They had taken matters into their own hands and really knocked you out.

You start struggling, trying to shake out of the chair but you’re locked in tight.

'Don’t cry’ Molly says.

‘You’re going to be so glamorous’ Angela adds, walking towards you with a waist length blonde wig. She walks up behind you and covers your tight buzzcut in glue. Molly holds your head steady as Angela presses the wig down making sure it sticks. She flicks the long blonde locks over your shoulders. The crowd start laughing as the girls step away to show you off.

Molly takes the microphone. ‘Doesn’t she look good?’ The crowd whoop and laugh in response.

‘We haven’t even started yet’ Angela says, twisting a tube to reveal a bright pink lipstick. She gets you in a headlock and starts smothering it over your lips. You struggle at first but realise it’s pointless now.

‘Aww, she’s stopped resisting. Round of applause!'

The crowd clap and holler again as Angela continues your makeup. Pink eyeshadow to match your lips, and extremely long fake eyelashes. How do the female wrestlers see with these? She draws exaggerated thick, dark eyebrows on and paints your nails while Molly whips the crowd up.

‘And obviously’ Molly says, walking towards the bag. ‘A lady wrestler can’t wrestle in just a pair of pants, like you do now’. She reaches into the bag and pulls out a pink glittery body suit with built in breast forms. ‘She needs something sparkly!'

The girls pull and twist the suit in between you and the back of the chair before zipping you up. Angela leans in and whispers, ‘you’re going to wear this, the makeup and the wig, every night for the next year, or the boss is going to fire you. We’ll see after that if you’ve got anything to say about lady wrestlers.'

The girls undo the straps and take your hands. They pull you out of the chair and raise them into the air.

‘Ladies and gentlemen, please say hello to your new WWE superstar, Amy Foxx!'