The name's Thora The Thunder Queen. And I'm the baddest, toughest, roughest lioness in the world. They told me not to take on this bout, "you don't know what you're going up against." Ha! I've been looking for a real challenge, and this F.U.R.R.Y. wrestling league was my best chance at one. I've heard many intriguing things about this place, and I'm very pumped to have a chance to wrestle here. I couldn't think of a better place to assert my dominance. Whoever they put me against I will prove that I am, without a doubt, the best wrestler there is.
I made my way down to the ring, adrenaline rising as the roar of the crowd filled me up with excitement. I stood in the ring wondering what fool would show up for a fight against a 6 foot tall, 200 lb lioness with the strength of a dozen men. I pulled up my crimson tights further onto my muscular, toned ass. I adjusted my plump breasts. No reason I can't look good while I pound some wannabe. And I ran my fingers through my golden locks as I mentally psyched myself up for the chump that would enter this squared circle. I took a deep breath as I anxiously awaited my opponent.
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