As Nastie as They Wanna Be

Then she dives back into the ring and tries to pull down the strapless bra of the third wrestler, a thin girl with long blond hair who's been rolling around and spanking Chew for the past few minutes. The long-haired blonde, it seems, is rather prudish. After Claire attempts to disrobe her, she jumps up and runs to a guy in a blazer who's refereeing the fight. He shields her from the crowd with the jacket as she adjusts her bra.

"I didn't agree with that," says Jesse, a clean shaven, 25-year-old Miami Lakes investment analyst who's here for the show. "I'm actually going to start a petition about that kind of behavior."

As the wet blanket fiddles with her bra, Claire wastes no time. She removes her own boy shorts, pulls off Chew's fishnet stockings, mounts the sloppy lush, and jiggles her body atop her like a human vibrator.

Soon the fight ends, and Claire puts back on her boy shorts. I ask her if she ever considered a job stripping. "I'm trying to become a nude model, but they're telling me I'm too overweight to do that," she says. "But I'm not really into being a stripper. The lifestyle is messy — all the drugs and crackheads who hang around, stealing things from you. I actually dated a stripper for a year and a half, and she quit stripping for me. She made a career out of being a cashier at Barnes & Noble. I know it sounds kind of weird, cashier as a career, but she was good at it."

As a fresh orange tarp is rolled out on top of the oiled mat in preparation for another match, I decide this is all the raunch I can handle so early in the week. As I walk out the door, all I can think is, this is Nastie.