Amy Winehouse, Teach Me Tonight
The mature woman walked down the ramp with a confident swagger. She sashayed towards the ring in her wrestling attire. A green one piece that highlighted her best assets. The leotard was painted on; it hugged the swell of her breasts and barely covered her thick backside. It was cut in the classic 80's style, an homage to her roots, with some modern embellishment. It pulled everything tight and made The Ring Therapist look every bit as sexy as she was powerful.
Once inside the ring she'd lift her palms to the bottom of her bobbed hair, making sure it was perfectly styled. She then placed one foot on the bottom turnbuckle and bent over. She tossed a coy look over her shoulder at her motherly opponent. The pose offered the crowd a full view of her curvaceous figure. From her heavy lycra veiled breasts; To the fullness of her thick, pale thighs. And most importantly, her round, perky, perfect ass.
"Introducing her opponent! Weighing in at 169 lbs, fighting out of Hokkaido Japan! She is! The Motherweight! Mina! TAKEMI!"
Spoiler
The enthusiasm of the crowd and the anticipation of the night's event brought a shiver to her barely covered body. She turned her eyes towards the ramp hungrily. She'd been told tonight was another debut. She'd once again been put in the role of the Gatekeeper.
"Mmm. I wonder if this one will be cute..." She pondered with a soft bite of her lower lip.