The WWL
“Welcome to the WWL, Tess!” You smile at the manager, Mr. Powell, and shake his hand. “Now, you’ll be taken to the locker room where you can pick your ring gear in a second. First things first, though. How’d you like to take part in our yearly tournament? It’s a great way to make a splash, especially if you win. Though that’s a long shot. We’ve got ladies here who’ve been doing this for a while.” “Wow! That’d be great.” You say, excited at the prospect. You don’t really know much, if anything,...
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