My WWF fantasy

I'm a bit particularly .... Incredibly twisted. I know. Apart from being morbid and slightly of tangent, my mind tends to also get carried away with my own directed trailers of film shooting in my head.

This one I managed to record and pay attention to whilst watching WWF on late night TV. I don't want a bra and panties match but neither do I want to be stuck in garments that stick on to me like cling wrap. And let's make it fair... I'm no match to a man in the ring so I kept it as a woman. Someone I'm still abit ticked off with. (Luckily, this person doesn't read my blog! phew!)