"Ladies and gentlemen! The finalist you've all been waiting for! Give it up for the one and only—LONG DICK BOY!"
The announcer's voice rang through the arena, met with deafening cheers from the spectators.
I strode in confidently, hands in my pockets, a smirk tugging at my lips. Unlike previous matches, there were no mattresses today—just a large, queen-sized bed at the center of the stage. No surprises there. After all, my opponent was none other than the queen herself.
I stopped beside the announcer, who met my gaze with a teasing smile. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she lifted the mic to her lips.
"How are you feeling today, Dick Boy?" she asked, holding the mic close to my mouth.
I let out a dry chuckle. "Still don't know why y'all gave me that name, but I'm feeling good. Exhilarated, actually. This is my final match, after all."
"You heard it from the man himself! He's ready! Give him a round of applause!"
