"...I think you should get ready for your match while I talk to your opponents," Touku said matter of factly.
You resign yourself to your condition and prepare to leave the show runner's office when....wait!
"Did you say opponents? As in, plural?" you ask, looking down at your shrunken body.
Touku hardly glanced up from her paperwork, but responded. "Yes. Opponents. As the only male on the roster, we're starting you off in a handicap match. I can't introduce a man to my audience and have him go one on one with a woman can I?" she explains as if it were obvious.
"But you shrunk me!" you exclaimed. "I'm only 3 feet tall! How am I supposed to take on two women at once!?" Your pleas seem to fall on deaf, or at least uncaring, ears as Touku shrugs.
"Oh I'm sure you'll figure something out. But don't worry, I have something special whipped up for them too. Now go on, I can't keep the talent waiting," she says abruptly.
You shake your head as you drag yourself out of Touku's office, passing two tall, curvaceous women on your way out. They nearly trample your three foot body before you dive to the side. You take note of their powerful, sexual, confident stride and swallow hard in uncertainty surrounding your first match.
Who is Touku meeting with? Who are your first opponents?
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