The arena for the opening game of TWW, True Women Warriors, was not big. There were less than 50 seats in the small gym, with a square professional wrestling ring in the center. Becca, wearing a pink crop top rashguard with panties, was stretching in her corner, with a smile on her face.

"I don't think we are weaker than the pro-wrestlers. We also practice, and exercise a lot to make great actions based on the scripts. Besides, prowrestling has also scripts, don't they? They're also FAKE. How different can it be?"

Becca's confident interview heated the mood. There were less than 50 people in the arena, but there were more cameras than most of the other wrestling promotions. Because TWW has divas from pro and indi wrestling, and from underground wrestling also, like internet based productions. Many viewers were expecting the match between the real pro-wrestlers and underground wrestlers.

"I think she's out of her mind. Y'know, because she earned some money, she thought she could WRESTLE. I think she doesn't even know what wrestling is. So, I'm gonna show her tonight."

Becca's opponent was Amber nova. She wore her trademark orange tight outfit, showing off her firm six-pack abs. Amber glared at Becca while Becca smiled lazily at her.

"So, YOU are the first? You pro-wrestlers don't wanna win this game. huh?"

"Sh*t up. I'm gonna show you the REAL prowrestling."

"Oh, scary. But you lost all your matches when you were a pro. How can YOU show what pro wrestling is?"

Amber was speechless. Instead, she spoke with her eyes.

"...You are gonna pay for that."

And the match started. At first, it looked like Becca had the upper hand. Starting with the test of strength, Becca overpowered Amber and threw her to the ropes. And BOOM! A knee kick to the six-pack belly made Amber collapse on the floor. That is just the beginning of Becca's rush. Like a snake, she wrapped Amber's body with her arms and legs to use submissions. A single-leg boston crab, a camel clutch, a full nelson, and bodyscissors from back continuously tortured Amber.

"I think this was it."

Becca, scissoring Amber's belly with her skinny legs, suddenly grabbed Amber's full hair, made her scream.

"All of your pictures were like this, y'know? F***in jobber."

"Okay, that's it."

Suddenly, Amber turned her body towards Becca. It was so fast that Becca didn't notice even after Amber grabbed her thighs under her armpit.

"Done? Is this all you got?"

"F***, no...Ahhh!"

Amber turned her body again, which smoothly changed the position into a boston crab. Becca used the same move just some minutes before, but this one was at a different level.

"Argh!"

"Sh** up, B**ch."

"Arghhhhhh!"

Becca's back bent in a dangerous angle. She desperately tried to grab the floor, but it was useless. Pro level submission was something Becca never experienced. And this time, there was also a little bit of personal business.

"Say that again. FAKE? A FAKE?!"

"Ah... but that's true, you id***!"

"Okay, more lessons."

Amber used the same moves that Becca used. A single-leg boston crab, a camel clutch, and lastly, a full nelson with the bodyscissors.

"Ah... Ahhh!"

"You F***in' B****."

Becca couldn't do anything. Her arms were outstretched helplessly while Amber's legs squeezed her skinny stomach. Unlike Amber, Becca had no six-pack abs. She spread her arms and legs wide for the cameras to see her pathetic and humiliating body.

"Say it, You B****. I can break your arms and neck if you don't."

Amber, while using the full nelson and a bodyscissors at the same time, grabbed Becca's hair and shook violently. Everyone can see how effective her threat was, because Becca was almost crying at that moment. The only thing she could move was her skinny belly, panting and gasping for the air.

"G... Give up.. .. Give! GIVE UP!"

The bell rang, and the match was over. Amber squeezed harder even after the bell rang, and threw Becca's helpless body on the floor. The opening match ended like that. The online jobber almost got knocked out by the submission from the pro-jobber. As Becca gasped pathetically on the floor, Amber stomped on her chest and grabbed her hair.

"YOU are the fake, assh***."

SLAP! Becca's face and her blonde hair spread dramatically in the air. Amber, showing off victory poses while standing over the loser's chest, then left the arena. It took a minute, which made thousands of pictures of the loser's humiliating moment.