With a loud crash, the Tigress sends her opponent into the mat with a brutal piledriver, driving the air out of her opponent. The roar of the crowd is deafening, and the harsh whistle of the referee signals the end of the round. Panting, the Tigress lets go of the opponent and comes over to the corner of the ring where you're waiting for her with a bottle of water and a wet towel, which you hand over as she slumps onto the stool and leans against the ropes, her chest heaving as she takes deep breaths.

"Thanks, boss," she says with a wry grin as she empties the water bottle and wipes the sweat off her brow as well as she can without removing her colorful luchadore mask with the towel. "Any surprises I should watch out?" she asks, focusing on her opponent who only just managed to stumble into the other corner. You shake your head. "Nah, I don't think so, Carmen. You got her beat, just keep up the offensive." A minute passes quickly, and the bell rings again, signaling another round to start. The crowd roars in anticipation, and Carmen greets them eagerly, her huge mane of red hair whipping about as she showboats for them. Her opponent is far less confident, and for obvious reasons. Carmen is a mountain of a woman, thick, strong and meaty all over, with curves that are the envy of all her opponents. Her black, red and tiger-themed luchadore uniform reveals far more of her dusky, hispanic skin than would be appropriate in polite circles, but the Tigress has nothing to be ashamed of, and she knows it, swaggering through the ring with absolute confidence as the crowd howls its approval.

You watch closely as Carmen squares up against the other wrestler in the ring, and the referee blows his whistle, signaling the start of another round.