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Hello all. The Erotic Wrestling Federation is a newly started efed focusing on female and mixed wrestling. It relies heavily on membership participation for creating and voting on match results. Membership is currently open, and if you like what you read below and would like to know more or even join in the fun, email me at ewfmod@[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]mail.com - I will get back to you as soon as my schedule allows. Membership in the EWF is a first-come, first serve basis, as we need to be keep a healthy balance between male and female characters.

The EWF runs events twice a month (giving our members enough time for participation with all the busy schedules). The following show is our very first and took place two weeks ago. Our current event is currently open for results voting. You can find it here: [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]. Voting is open until Sunday, August 26th at 12:00 MST.

Following the above link will take you to the main polling site, bring up an Adult content warning and will stop you from accessing the EWF poll. After clicking that you agree, simply re-paste (or re-click) on the link and it will take you right to it.

Without further ado, the results of our first Event:


EWF Domination - 8-12-2016

After the show opens, the fireworks stop and the main theme music fades, "You're the Best" by Joe Esposito hits the loudspeakers and a group of five men walk out of the back and head down to ringside. Super-Stud is in the lead, and he and his cronies make rude gestures to the audience as they enter the ring.

Super-Stud grabs a microphone and waits for the boos to die down a bit before speaking. "Seeing as how the Erotic Wrestling Federation is now running official events twice a month, I felt it my duty to come out here and make sure everyone knows that the reign of women in the EWF is OVER!" The boos continue, but Super-Stud presses onward. "I have always preached the superiority of men over women. And we are here to prove it to the world! Yes, women are pretty. Yes, women are sexy. Yes, women are great cooks. But when it comes to fighting... Especially fighting MEN... They just can't do it. Not without cheating. And cheat they do! Every single time they get in the ring. I haven't seen a woman fight fairly since I joined this Federation! But that all ends tonight! May I introduce to you all... The Fraternity of Misogyny!"

The crowd boos again as the four men in the ring step forward and raise their arms in the air. "May I introduce to you: Hercules! Doug Siegfried! Mister Machismo! And 'Big' Dick Johnson!" Each of the men give a muscle pose as Super-Stud introduces them.

"Among the five of us, we have 3 matches tonight! Matches that will prove to the world the superiority of men!" So saying, Super-Stud hands the microphone to Doug Siegfried.

Doug skips up on top of the nearby turnbuckle as he speaks. "It's as the Studly one says... We are here as a wake-up call to the stupid whores of the EWF. It's time to learn your place!" Just like Super-Stud, Doug continues talking through the boos. "Annie... You think you're some kind of karate girl? Well, I'm going to show you that no amount of fancy maneuvers, girly-kicks or girly-chops can beat a man. You'll be begging for me to stop hurting you by the time our match is over!"

Hercules gets the microphone tossed his way. "Damn straight! Now, tonight, I'm up against some stupid broad who thinks she's Supergirl. Someone who claims to be the ex-fiance of our glorious leader here. Thing is, I've never seen this bitch before. And Super-Stud claims he don't know her. So it looks like we got a crazy on our hands. But don't worry, bro," Hercules smiles as he turns to Super-Stud. "I got this under control. The crazy bitch will be pinned within one minute and then we can all forget about her."

Super-Stud gets the microphone back. "Thanks, Herc. It's as you say: the crazy cunt will be going down tonight!" Super-Stud pauses to let the crowd's reaction flow over him. He smiles. "And as for Lindsey... You stupid little mouthy bitch... I'm going to give you a little present tonight. You see... You think you're hot shit. It's about time you realize what you really are: a cum-dumpster. I'm going to prove that to the world tonight! In fact, I think a little demonstration is in order. Guys?"

Mister Machismo and "Big" Dick Johnson immediately leave the ring and grab a female out of the front row. She's a little brunette thing that's at the event with two female friends. She's obviously surprised as she's hoisted out of her seat and dragged into the ring.

"Don't struggle, little girl! You're only going to make it worse.." Super-Stud grins.

The brunette is dropped in the middle of the ring, where she is immediately set-upon by the five men. They stomp her down, getting in some good kicks until the girl is curled up in a fetal position and crying.

Super-Stud steps back, triumph in his voice. "All right men, let her have it!"

The four members of the Fraternity quickly whip out their cocks and, within seconds, cum all over the beaten girl. Her face, hair, shirt and pants are soon covered in spunk.

"For all of you whores watching in the back, this is what you have in store for you!"

Not being able to take any more of this, Lindsey, Super-Grrl, Annie Lind and Emily Waters all come rushing down to the ring to save the poor, beleaguered woman!

As the girls rush down to the ring, the Fraternity makes a quick exit, sliding under the ropes. Lindsey and Super-Grrl check on the poor cum-covered girl in the ring and help her up as the Frat makes it's way to the exit, laughing and high-fiving each other. Glares are exchanged between the females in the ring and the guys on the stage before the Fraternity exits to the back.

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EWF reporter Alex Curry stands in the interview area besides the much taller Joel prior to his oil wrestling match with Taylor Swift.

Alex: "Joel, welcome to the inaugural episode of the EWF. Are you pumped?"

Joel: "Oh yeah! It's great to be involved, Alex, and I can't wait to make waves here in the EWF. Starting tonight."

Alex: "A huge matchup for you first up. Are you a fan of Taylor Swift?"

Joel: "Well, not a huge fan. I'll let you know how I feel about her after the match." *laugh*

Alex: "Come on Joel, she's America's Sweetheart, everyone loves her."

Joel: "Oh yeah? We'll see how sweet she is..."

Alex: "She's pretty hot. Think you can keep that python under control?"

Joel: "She's okay. I mean, she's no you, Alex." *wink*

Alex: "Oh, you charmer. You know, you should be thankful it's not me in there tonight. I wouldn't let you get away so easily."

Joel: "Hey, who's to say Taylor will? I'm not taking her lightly, she looks very fit."

Alex: "I've no doubt she is. But, so do you I must say. How have you been keeping fit?"

Joel: "Thanks. Well, I train every day. Sparring, weights, cardio, swimming, the works. It's rare to have a full day off. Gotta be ready to give the fans a show, right?"

Alex: "I am sure you will. I'm looking forward to it myself. But of course, I AM a T-Swift fan."

Joel: "Hang on, you're not going to be cheering against me are ya?"

Alex: "I'm not sure I'm allowed to cheer. Reporters have to remain neutral, right?"

Joel: "Oh bollocks. I say do what you want."

Alex: "Well, at fear of losing my job, I will remain impartial and cheer for you both. Best of luck Joel, and we all look forward to your EWF 2016 debut."

Joel: "Thanks Alex, keep up the sweet work." *wink*

Joel heads off towards the ring, looking fit and confident as the cameras catch Alex watching his ass as he goes before crossing back to the action.

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Joel vs. Taylor Swift

Oil-Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Joel is a Caucasian male with a toned build, standing at 6'3" and weighing around 185 lbs. He has short and trimmed brunette hair with a matching beard and is wearing a blue Speedo.

Taylor Swift is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'11 and weighing around 119 lbs. She has medium length blonde hair and is dressed in a sheer gray tank top over a white bikini top and white booty shorts.

The Match:

Joel winks cheekily at Taylor as he adjusts his bulging Speedo. "Think you'll still be America's Sweetheart after this?" As he taunts her, Taylor grows annoyed and sends a long kick aimed between his legs. But, Joel catches her foot and shoves her, sending Taylor to the ground. As Taylor struggles to get up in the oil, Joel dives onto her back and pins her in the oil. He grabs a handful of her long blonde hair and rubs her face in the substance, grinning. "Sorry, Sweetheart, but this isn't going to end well for you." He reaches his free hand under Taylor and into her top to start play with her breast.

Joel grabs Taylor from behind, placing her in a reverse bear hug. Taylor, using her lithe body to her advantage, grinds her hips against history package, causing Joel to losses his grip. Swift quickly kicks her foot back, driving her heel into his crotch. Joel falls backwards and struggles as Taylor's long, slender legs encircle his torso in a surprisingly powerful body scissors.

Joel manages to mount Taylor and pins her down as he shimmies up to her face and starts slapping her about with his big cock. The crowd are gasping in shock as Taylor's pretty features are smacked about by Joel's large member, and then Taylor's eyes go wide in fear as he shoves his crotch right into her face, forcing his cock into her mouth. "Sorry, Tay, but don't worry, you'll still be America's Sweetheart after tonight. Maybe mine, too!" He winks sensually and starts riding Taylor's face, eventually pulling out explode all over her cute, teary-eyed face, before settling atop her cum-soaked face and smothering her into unconsciousness with his large package.

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Hercules vs. Super-Grrl

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Hercules is a Caucasian male with a muscular build, standing at 6'3" and weighing around 285 lbs. He has short brunette hair and is wearing a brown leather loincloth and brown leather gladiator sandals. He is accompanied to the ring by fellow Fraternity member "Big" Dick Johnson

Super-Grrl is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'2" and weighing around 120 lbs. She has long blonde hair and is wearing a patent leather Supergirl costume along with blue fishnet stockings and red stiletto boots.

The Match:

Super-Grrl and Hercules lock-up in a traditional grapple hold. Before the big man can do anything, Super-Grrl kicks him in the balls with the pointed toe of her boot! Hercules drops his hands to his crotch, allowing Super-Grrl to apply an immediate headlock. Not giving the bruiser a chance to react, she runs across the ring and plants him face-first with a Bulldog!

Super-Grrl slams her boot into Hercules' balls once again! The big man curls up into a ball as the pain shoots through his body. Super-Grrl is having none of that, however. She grabs his ankles, rolls him onto his back, forces his legs apart, and uses her stiletto heel to jab his cock and balls! Hercules bucks and tries to escape the pain, but Super-Grrl is unrelenting!

As Hercules grabs Super-Grrl and places her in a Bearhug, she maneuvers her hand and grabs hold of Hercules balls. Within a second, Super-Grrl is free and Hercules is doing a little jig while trying to free his balls from her vice-like grip! Grabbing his cock from underneath his loincloth, she starts stroking him off. Hercules is beginning to look dazed from the pain & pleasure combo, as if his body doesn't know how to react. Smirking, Super-Grrl lets him go, kicks him in the balls and DDT's his head into the ground. Hercules is obviously unconscious and the referee counts him out. Smiling, Super-Grrl steps on Hercules bulging cock and strikes a bicep pose while modeling for victory pictures.

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Annie "The Karate Kid" Lind vs. Doug Siegfried

(Kick-)Boxing Match

Participant Statistics:

Annie "The Karate Kid" Lind stands at 5'1 and weighs around 115 lbs. She has long brunette hair and is dressed in a White Karate Gi, a brown belt and black sparring foot pads and gloves.

Doug Siegfried is a Caucasian male with a toned build, standing at 6'0" and weighing around 225 lbs. He is wearing a black and gray patent leather Lucha Libre mask along with a matching bodysuit. Black leather boots and gloves complete the outfit. He is accompanied to the ring by fellow Fraternity member Mister Machismo.

The Match:

The bell rings and Annie watches Doug from over her gloves as they begin to dance. She slides back a half step as Doug surges in, tensing her gloved fists and raising them ever so slightly in her guard. It affords Annie the time she needs to twist her hips and absorb Doug's quick combo against her gloves, ducking her head back and to the side. Taking the jabs to her right glove, Annie rocks her hips and smacks the palm of her glove against Doug's incoming fists. Her motions are fluid and quick, using the turn and momentum to carry her petite form around 180 degrees, side-stepping forward as she spins, and fires a spinning back kick, her right leg back, heel first, streaking up towards Doug's solar plexus. Annie's foot makes sweet contact with his tummy and she feels his abs fold around her foot as it connects with his bare belly. Doug's groan is music to her ears and she feels a tingle between her toned thighs as the blow ripples up her muscular leg. Still looking over her right shoulder as she watches him stumble back, Annie gets the briefest of glimpses of her dusty pink sole which marked Doug's belly with her foot print. "Get ready to eat feet, hun!" Annie smirks before spinning to face him, but also firing out a roundhouse kick to his right side to deal more damage.

Annie's and Doug's feet pad and smack the ring floor as they dance, going attack for attack, block for block. Annie's Gi rustles at the rapid exchange of strikes. The arena lights glinting off the sweat on her brow. Her chest rolling under her Gi top as she pants hard. Annie slides back a half step and snaps up her right leg in a roundhouse kick, bringing the top of her foot up and into Doug's side. "Kiyaaa!". She strains a bit, able to get the kick to just about above her head level. It's definitely a stretch but pays off as Doug takes the kick, the impact rippling up his side as he grunts and leans into the blow. Annie retracts her leg and her toes again kiss the canvas, her hands centered in her guard. However, this is short lived, and she lunges forward, using her right leg to power herself up by kicking up her knee, propelling herself up off the canvas. Her left leg snaps up in a jumping front kick, putting the momentum and power of her 105 lbs frame behind it as she kicks at the center of Doug's mass with the sole of her foot, watching him fall to the ground!

The match nears its climax and Annie has Doug hurting bad. She's been dominating the match, running circles around her male opponent. "This ends now..." Annie says flatly before she steps forward and leaps up, twisting her body clockwise as she whips up her trailing right leg, swinging her leg up for Doug's face. Pointing her toes, she brings her sole across his face like a powerful bitch slap! Annie watches the display in awe as his cry pierces her soul. She feels the impact smack against Doug's jaw and the energy displacement from the momentum of her foot to his head. Doug's body is whipped violently as he twirls along the ropes and then crashes down in a spent heap. Annie's leg comes back down to rest, her foot steps on the mat in sync with Doug's body. She takes a moment to observe Doug's defeated visage with a sigh, letting the tension roll off her lips as she relaxes, now knowing the worst is over. Annie walks over, raises both gloved fists in the air, her foot on his face as she poses for the cameras and crowd. She then sits gently on the defeated Doug, extending her legs and crossing them at the ankle. Leaning back on her arms for support, Annie wriggles her toes next to his slack face.

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Alicia vs. Melody Sky

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Alicia is an African American female with a toned build, standing at 5'1" and weighing around 115 lbs. She has medium length raven hair and is wearing White Lingerie, a White Thong, White Thigh High Stockings and White Stiletto Heels.

Melody Sky is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'0" and weighing around 110 lbs. She has long brunette hair with blonde hi-lites and is wearing a pink halter top, denim booty shorts and brown cowgirl boots.

The Match:

As soon as the bell rings, Melody runs forward and jumps at Alicia! The black girl is surprised at this maneuver from the little white girl and both go crashing down in a heap! Melody winds up on top and immediately starts squeezing Alicia's tits! Enraged, Alicia returns the favor and the two girls go rolling across the ring, legs entangled as they grab at each other's tits and hair.

Alicia drives her knee into Melody's pussy multiple times, causing the little cowgirl to jump with each impact. Melody tries to strip Alicia, but the black girl catches her arm, spins her around, and yanks down the cowgirl's daisy dukes! Melody is wearing nothing but a tiny G-string underneath. Embarrassed, the little cowgirl tries to move but is tripped up by her own shorts. Alicia pulls them completely off, sits down on top of Melody, and begins to choke her with her own denim shorts!

Alicia attempts to pin Melody down and smother the cowgirl out with her voluptuous ass. Melody is unable to get free as her face is crushed. She sweeps her long legs on the ground in an attempt to get free, but Alicia puts an end to that with several well placed shots to the cowgirls stomach. Knowing she has this fight well in hand, Alicia reaches back and fondles Melody's clitoris. The cowgirl's legs soon stop moving as she falls unconscious under Alicia's ass, splayed out like a cheap whore. The cowgirl also winds up cumming as she passes out, giving the audience a good look as she obviously soils her garments in the process. Alicia stands up, smiling. "Slutty little white girl pussy is no match for THIS black girl!" Alicia blows the cowgirl a kiss, and leaves the little slut lying unconscious and sexually conquered in the middle of the ring.

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Emily Waters: There was always one reason why I came into the EWF and that was to prove I am the best. The last league I was in didn't give me the challenge I was looking for, holding the championship title for nearly two years before I had to vacate the title due to an incident which I won't get into now. But that didn't stop me from looking for a bigger challenge. So when I saw that Commissioner Chloe Mason was look for more fighters in the EWF, how could I refuse? It was the perfect opportunity to showcase my superior skill to the world and put my name out there. I did get a spot on the main card but she put me against some guy called Weak Dan. Like, I didn't really want to start my EWF career fighting a guy called WEAK Dan. That would just put doubt in the audience! But it doesn't matter, I'll beat him regardless and show everyone in the EWF Locker what I'm made of! You better be ready... and God help you if you aren't. I'm a special kind of girl...

"Weak" Dan: Dan was fuming, sure the EWF was back but so was his less than glamorous title "Weak". So what if Commissioner Chloe beat him arm wrestling? It doesn't mean she gets to choose his name, let alone suggest alternatives of Wimp Dan, Little Dick Dan, Bitch Ass Pussy Boy... the list went on. Besides she cheated... somehow. He was sure of it. Adding to the indignity was the gall to put him up against a newcomer, a nobody from Kansas whose name he couldn't quite recall. Emma? Elfie? Ella? What did it matter, whatever her name she was going to find out what it meant to be beaten by an established veteran, the conquer of Paris Hilton and Olivia Wilde. Sure Paris took him up the ass with a strap on in their last match and Olivia may have smothered him out with her ass, but he definitely won one of their matches... right? He felt slightly groggy, no doubt suffering the effects of his face being firmly planted in so many breasts and butts. He shakes it off and heads toward the ring, ready to teach this little Kansas nobody a lesson in pain.

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Emily Waters vs. "Weak" Dan

(Kick-)Boxing Match

Participant Statistics:

Emily Waters is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'8" and weighing around 135 lbs. She has long brunette hair and is wearing a silk navy blue Gi top with matching bra and thong.

"Weak" Dan is a Caucasian male with a skinny-fat build, standing at 5'11" and weighing around 180 lbs. He has a brown buzzcut and is wearing a blue T-shirt, gray sweat-shorts and black shoes.

The Match:

The bell rings and Dan charges at Emily. She plans to take him out quickly, but it seems the 'weak' veteran is ready for this as he blocks Emily's attempt at a front kick. Dan continues to block Emily's further attempts to batter his body with her quick kicks and punches. Dan blocks her second attempt at a front kick to the gut, deflecting it before coming in and attempting to land a hard punch on Emily's face. Thinking fast, Emily dips her head and torso down, her left leg snaps over her body from behind in a scorpion kick! It takes Dan by surprise, knocking him senseless!

The match has gone back and forth with Dan maintaining a slight edge. Emily comes at Dan landing several painful blows. Without quick thinking Dan knows he'll be a goner soon. As Emily strikes for a haymaker Dan spins around her and delivers a strong kick between her legs. Emily squeals in pain, clutching herself as she falls to the ring.

The match is coming to its climax and Emily and Dan are both hurting. It has been a tight match, both taking damage and dealing it as well. But Emily manages to see an opportunity as Dan charges at her, throwing a straight punch. Emily pivots on her foot, dipping her upper body down, and the swinging her left leg up to nail Dan with a spinning back kick! She perfectly dodges Dan's punch as she counters countering with her kick. Dan falls hard onto the canvas, seeing stars. Emily hangs on the ropes while Dan is counted out, winning as a result.

Emily sits on Dan's face, her legs wrapped around his head in her favorite move: the figure four headscissiors! Her crotch glides all over his face while her legs squeeze poor Dan, grinding her way to an orgasm. After recovering, she stands up, places her foot is inside his mouth and does a single bicep pose. "Anyone else wants this?" She giggles and winks before the camera

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Lindsey struts down to the ring, places a hand on her hips and snatches the microphone from the ring announcer. She stares at the entrance ramp, knowing that Super-Stud is waiting in the back. She sneers confidently as she speaks. "Super-Stud, you and your pathetic group of high school dropout friends seem to enjoy male bonding a little too much. You know, I can understand some bromance in a friendship, but playing games of 'circle jerk' and 'who's in my mouth' with one another is taking it a bit too far, don't ya think?"

Lindsey grins as the crowd pops with enthusiasm. "I have to question your sexuality, considering how you and your little friends are only able to achieve an orgasm is when a fraternity brother is within 3 feet."

Super-Stud, having heard enough, struts down the entrance ramp, with a microphone of his own. "The only person who's going to be playing 'who's in my mouth' is going to be you, and I'll give you a hint whose dick is going to be lodged down your slutty throat!" Super-Stud boasts as he slides into the ring.

The referee motions for the bell and the match is officially under way.

Lindsey vs. Super-Stud

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Lindsey is a Caucasian female with an average build, standing at 5'1" and weighing around 115 lbs. She has long & straight brunette hair and is wearing a black & red flannel shirt, blue jeans and brown ankle boots.

Super-Stud is a Caucasian male with a muscular build, standing at 6'2" and weighing around 275 lbs. He has short raven hair and is wearing his costume Superman outfit, designed to show off his superior physique.

The Match:

Lindsey side steps a charging Super-Stud. He whips around only for Lindsey to drive her knee in between his legs. As Super-Stud begins to slump, Lindsey grabs the big man's package, cruelly twisting and crushing it in her hands. She yanks him forward by his package and delivers another swift knee, dropping him to the mat.

Super-Stud places Lindsey in a headlock, taunting her about how she's nothing but a piece of female trash. He soon gets sick of her whining, places her over his knee, pulls down her jeans and underwear and gives her a spanking until her ass is bright red. Smiling, he grabs her throat with one hand and sticks his fingers into her vagina with his other. Lifting Lindsey into the air over his head, The Studly-One finger-fucks her while holding her in that humiliating position.

Super-Stud has Lindsey in a bearhug and he crushes her until she is lifeless in his arms. What follows is a brutal display as Super-Stud slams her around the ring multiple times. Lindsey is a rag doll by the time he is finished. Super-Stud props her up against a turnbuckle, pulls out his erection, and slaps her across the face with it while taunting her some more. Lindsey is then hoisted up and pile-driven into the middle of the ring. Super-Stud places his erection in her slack mouth and tells the referee to count her out. He does so, awarding the match to The Studly-One. Super-Stud immediately jerks off all over Lindsey's face and celebrates as the rest of the Fraternity joins him in the ring. They each jerk off over the unconscious brunette, and soon Lindsey's body is covered in cum from 5 men. Super-Stud places his foot on Lindsey's breasts and gives a victorious double-bicep victory pose as the show goes off the air.
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Default Re: EWF Domination - 8-12-2016

the last match was the best ,maledom is best for business
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Some people agree, habib. The votes fell that way, so that was the outcome.
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Default EWF Domination - 8-26-2016

Hi all. Here are the results of our second event, which took place two weekends ago. The EWF is still accepting characters for anyone who's interested in participating. Just email me at ewfmod@[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]mail.com and I'll get back to you ASAP.

Voting is currently underway for our 3rd event. If you'd like, you can vote to help decide the results at [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] - Voting goes through Sunday, September 11th at 12:00 PM MST.

Here are the results of the 2nd event (the males didn't fare well at all in this one):


EWF Domination - 8-26-2016

As the show opens, "Naked" by Goo Goo Dolls plays over the arena speakers and Lacey Sky approaches the wrestling ring, microphone in hand. She enters between the 2nd and 3rd ropes and paces the ring a bit, waiting for the noise of the crowd to die down.

"Good evening, everyone! Most of you already know who I am, so there are no need for introductions. But for those of you who don't know, just call me the Queen Bitch of the EWF. That's all you really need to know.

"Now I know you are all excited to be here. There are some great matches in store tonight. And I want you all to know that the EWF is going to continue putting out content, despite the intentions of some in management. And you all know who I'm talking about: our esteemed Commissioner of the EWF, Chloe Mason!

"I know many of you have heard of her, but you don't really know her. Chloe is shy when it comes to making public appearances here. She would rather remain behind the scenes than take up any of the in-ring spotlight. And that's all perfectly fine. As Commissioner, she should be staying out of the ring! She should be running the day-to-day operations of this federation from the comforts of her office! And most importantly, she should be doing everything in her power to grow this federation and make it profitable! Sadly, that is where Commissioner Mason fails!

"Not only has the EWF not turned a profit in the past 5 years (even with the minimal production costs of non-televised events), but some of the Federation funds have been siphoned off into one of Commissioner Mason's personal accounts! I have proof of this and several other despicable business practices.

"I've come out here tonight to let you know that, despite the audacious under-handed activities being perpetuated by Commissioner Mason, the EWF will continue to move forward and give you all the 'action' and 'excitement' you so all desperately crave! In fact, there is going to be a change of leadership in the very near future... A change this federation so desperately needs! And as soon as it happens... As soon as I become the new Commissioner..."

Lacey is suddenly cut off as "Yeah, Yeah" by Bodyrox hits the speakers and Commissioner Mason heads down to the ring with a microphone of her own.

The two women come face to face as Chloe wastes no time getting into the ring. Everyone can feel the tension as the two women glare at each other.

"I believe I told you that you are banned from EWF events until your contract officially starts. And by my calendar, you are here two weeks early. Now how about you shut your mouth and remove yourself from this ring before I have you physically escorted out?"

"That's no way to talk to your future boss, Chloe," Lacey grins. "With the dirt I have on you, you'll be lucky if you manage to stay out of prison."

"You are one deluded, lying bitch!" Chloe nearly spits. "This is just another one of your little attention-whoring stunts. You have no power here, nothing to give these people except for a pack of dirty lies. Now... This is your final warning... Leave the ring and walk yourself to the back."

Smiling, Lacey removes a USB stick from her cleavage. "Do the 'Purple Files' contained on this USB stick sound like a lie to you? The ones I took from your secretary's computer?"

There is a long pause before Commissioner Mason suddenly explodes into action!

Chloe's arm flashes out as she bitch slaps Lacey right across the face! Stunned, Lacey responds by grabbing the front of Chloe's blouse and ripping right down the middle! Chloe attempts to cover up, but Lacey rips the shirt right off her! Enraged, Chloe starts swinging away at Lacey, unable to get a good shot in as security arrives to break it up. Smiling, Lacey exits the ring and struts to the back, blowing a goodbye kiss to a pissed-off Commissioner who remains standing in the middle of the ring.

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Match #1

Melody Sky vs. Taylor Swift

Sex-Fight Match

Participant Statistics:

Melody Sky enters the arena to "Domino" by Jessie J. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'0" and weighing around 110 lbs. She has long brunette hair with blonde hi-lites and is wearing a pink halter top, denim booty shorts and brown cowgirl boots.

Taylor Swift enters the area to her own song: "Bad Blood". She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'11 and weighing around 119 lbs. She has medium length blonde hair and is dressed in a black bra and panties set, a black sheer lingerie dress and black platform heels.

The Match:

Looking confident, Taylor Swift walks right up to Melody. Easily towering over her with a haughty arm at her waist, Taylor sneers down at the little cowgirl. "How could someone like YOU possibly hope to make someone like me cum?" Smiling, Melody responds by lightly rubbing her hand over Taylor's pussy - then roughly squeezing it. Taylor hisses in surprise/pain and hunches over as Melody tells her: "Who says I want to win this sex-fight?"

Taylor snaps her long slender leg forward in a malice attempt to low blow Melody but the cowgirl easily catches Taylor's foot. "What we're you trying to do? Trying to kick my pussy?" Melody smirks as she holds Swift's legs, forcing Taylor to hop on one foot. "No, no, no. I would never do that to you. Please let me go." Taylor begs. "Well that's a relief because it probably would've felt..." Melody trails off in order to kick Taylor's pussy. Still lifting Swift's leg up, Melody drives the toe of her boot into Taylor's vagina 5 times before releasing Swift's foot. "Like that!" Melody finishes, giggling as Taylor sinks to her knees. Swift's eyes well with tears as she slumps forward. She cups her pounding womanhood and lets out a deep sob.

As the match draws near to its conclusion, Lindsey struts down the entrance ramp. The brunette climbs onto the ring apron and tosses a pair of handcuffs to Taylor. The referee immediately sets upon the Southern Princess and forces her to return to the back.

As Lindsey tosses the handcuffs to Taylor, Melody body checks the pop-star off to the side and catches the cuffs in her place. "Well, well, what do we have here? Handcuffs can be SUCH a turn-on!" Taylor attempts to kick out at Melody but misses as the cowgirl nimbly hops over her flailing legs. "I think we're meant to be together, don't you?" Melody says, licking her lips. She cuffs one of Taylor's wrists and then attaches the other manacle to her own wrist. "What are you...?" Taylor starts, appalled by the slutty little cowgirl's actions. But her protests are muffled as Melody sits down on her face and goes for a ride! While doing so, she sticks her hand into Taylor's panties and begins to expertly masturbate the pop-starlet. Taylor's bucking and thrashing only intensifies the sensations and soon enough she can't help but cum! Melody cums herself about 5 seconds later, and through it all, she continues to manipulate Taylor's clitoris - giving the pop star multiple orgasms. Melody's free hand is raised in victory as she removes her other hand from Taylor's panties and gives it a lick. "Not bad for a tall, skinny slut... But I expected it to be a little sweeter." Smiling, Melody uses Taylor's semi-conscious face to grind out another victory orgasm!

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EWF reporter Alex Curry stands in the interview area beside the preppy Southern Princess, Lindsey prior to her wrestling match against Weak Dan.

Alex speaks into her microphone, "Lindsey, last week you received a rather humiliating loss to Super-Stud. Your thoughts?"

Lindsey scoffs, rolling her eyes, "First off, my loss last week doesn't hold any merit due to Super-Stud constant cheating!"

Alex looks rather confused, "But Super-Stud didn't actually cheat in your match."

Lindsey places her hands on her hips, "He cheated, Alex. End of story."

"Okay, well how do you think you believe you will do in your match with Weak Dan, tonight? Do you have any strategy going into tonight's match?" Alex nervously continues.

Lindsey once again rolls her eyes, "Strategy? It's Weak Dan! I don't need any match strategy. I will have him knocked out within 2 minutes."

"You sound pretty confident considering your loss..."

Lindsey cuts the young interviewer off, "Listen, you stupid bitch. I did not lose last week and as far as Weak Dan is concerned, I'm above him. He isn't even in my league. If he actually wins tonight's match, I will get down on my knees and suck his tiny, disgusting cock!"

Lindsey scoffs and saunters away, heading towards the ring. Alex glares at the conceited brunette as the cameras cross back over to the ring entrance.

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Match #2

Lindsey vs. "Weak" Dan


Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Lindsey enters the arena to "Pretty Girl Rock" by Keri Hilson. She is a Caucasian female with an average build, standing at 5'1" and weighing around 115 lbs. She has long & straight brunette hair and is wearing a black & red flannel shirt, blue jeans and brown ankle boots.

"Weak" Dan is a Caucasian male with a skinny-fat build, standing at 5'11" and weighing around 180 lbs. He has a brown buzzcut and is wearing a blue T-shirt, gray sweat-shorts and black shoes.

The Match:

Dan tackles Lindsey and the two roll across the mat, neither getting the advantage long enough to mount an offense. Out of desperation Dan grabs Lindsey ass, she shrieks in embarrassment, losing focus just enough for Dan to get on top and hold her down with his flabby body. Dan rubs his package in Lindsey's face while she desperately tries to turn away.

Lindsey tackles Dan and straddles his waist, taunting him about his flabby man boobs. Lindsey twists Dan's nipples, causing him to yelp in pain. Lindsey unbuttons a few top buttons of her shirt, revealing her cleavage. "It's about time you've seen a real pair." Lindsey smirks and leans forward. Lindsey's C cups completely encase Dan's protesting face. Dan stomps his feet and thrashes his body as his face is once again shoved in the crevice of a young woman's breasts.

Lindsey consistently dodges Weak Dan's attacks, leaving him winded and angry. Lindsey leans on the ropes, near the corner of the ring, taunting the pathetic loser. Dan charges toward the Southern Princess in a wheezing rage, only for Lindsey to trip him. Dan's face strikes against the turnbuckle pad as he falls forward. Lindsey smirks as she folds Dan's legs back, trapping them under the ropes, and stands on the middle tier ropes. She leaps up, her knee jutting down, and laughs as her knee drops straight onto Dan's sack. Dan lets out a strange high-pitched gurgle and his eyes roll back from Lindsey's finisher: Bless Your Heart. Lindsey steps on Dan's crushed manhood and places her hands on her hips as her name is announced in victory.

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We find ourselves in the locker room of the Fraternity of Misogyny. All five members are there, sitting around in a circle. Super-Stud looks to be leading the group in a little rally session.

"Alright guys, this is an important night for us. It's time to put some bitches in their place! There was a lot of cheating going on last week. A lot! The women think they can get away with it... They think that it shows that they can hold their own in a fight... But they are dead wrong! All it shows is how desperate they are to make the world think that they are equal to men in combat. Hercules and Doug... You two got a bum rap last week. The record books show that you lost, but we all know that those girls manipulated the referees. So tonight, we're going to make sure that doesn't happen."

"How are we gonna do that?" Doug Siegfried nearly spits. "That Annie bitch wouldn't play fair... And the referee just let her do whatever she wanted!"

Super-Stud shakes his head. "I know, brah, I know. But tonight is going to be different because YOU are going to be at ringside to make sure everything is on the level. You are going to accompany everyone but me. My time in the ring isn't even going to be considered a match. Make sure you're on hand to deal with Emily and Super-Bitch."

Hercules laughs. "I can take Emily easy. Did you see how she just barely beat Dan last week? And he's nowhere near Alpha Male status."

"You can't underestimate that one," Super-Stud says seriously. "She's one of the worst when it comes to manipulating the referees around here."

"I know you've had your problems with her, dude, but seriously... She's got nothing on me. She might know how to manipulate you, but I'm going to break her like a twig!"

"You're taking Doug with you, and that's final. Doug, you make sure that bimbo doesn't pull any tricks. The minute you see her pull a fast one, you put a stop to it!"

Doug nods. "Not an issue."

"As you've said, we got the Super-Bitch and the black chick." Mister Machismo says. "Doug is welcome to join us at ringside, but Johnson and I have a foolproof plan of attack. Those two little girls aren't going to know up from down by the time we're done with them."

'Big' Dick Johnson smiles. "That's right! In fact, we're going to have a little contest with them... See which one will scream louder while we give them the cock they so desperately want."

Machismo laughs. "That's right! All girls want the cock, whether they realize it or not."

"Just make sure that Super-Bitch gets a mouthful," Super-Stud smiles. "Get her to shut that whore face of hers."

All the guys laugh and high-five each other.

"Just remember..." Super-Stud says, "These women are nothing but fuck-toys and servants. Now get out there and show them their place!

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Match #3

Emily Waters vs. Hercules


Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Emily Waters enters the arena to "One For the Money" by Escape the Fate. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'8" and weighing around 135 lbs. She has long brunette hair and is wearing a pink bikini and pink platform heels.

Hercules enters the arena to "One Less Bitch" by N.W.A. He is a Caucasian male with a muscular build, standing at 6'3" and weighing around 285 lbs. He has short brunette hair and is wearing a brown leather loincloth and brown leather gladiator sandals. He is accompanied by Fraternity member Doug Siegfried.

The Match:

As soon as the bell rings to start the match, Doug Siegfried leaps up onto the ring apron and starts taunting Emily. But Emily was prepared for the attempted distraction, kicking backwards and hitting Hercules in the stomach. Twirling to the side, Emily delivers an axe kick to the back of the big man's head, sending him to the canvas!

Emily keeps her distance, using quick acrobatic kicks and strikes to stay away from her stronger rival. She then kicks at his crotch once again, watching him scream in pain. Emily takes the opportunity to send the big guy down with a well maintained headscissor takedown, taking him down to the mat on his back. She squeezes her opponent, while grabbing his cock from underneath his loincloth and stroking him off near climax.

Emily kicks both Hercules' knees, causing him to almost lose balance. She then hops up, using his knee as a step and perches on his shoulders. Emily then locks her legs in a figure four headscissor while sitting on top of her strong opponent. Hercules isn't able to breathe and feels the immense pressure from the scissors. Emily then leans backward and flips him onto his head, crashing into the mat and knocking him out. Rolling him to his back, Emily easily sits on his face. Hercules not able to respond as he is counted out. Emily gives a double bicep pose as she remains sitting on the man's face, modeling for victory pictures.

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Super-Stud climbs into the ring with a microphone in hand. He waits for the crowd to quiet down before speaking.

"I don't have much to say tonight, other than the fact that you are all about to see something happen which should have happened a long, long time ago. There is a stupid bitch in EWF who believes she is important because she has money. She's about to learn that money means nothing when you are woman... You are as weak and frail as the rest of them. Money can't buy you a victory against the superior gender. But luckily for you, Kardashian, it CAN buy you a nice stay in the hospital!"

Super-Stud smiles as he gets a mixture of boos and cheers.

"Now get your ass down to this ring and let me show you and all the people gathered here that you are nothing but a weak, whiny, little bitch!"

Super-Stud tosses the microphone away as Kim Kardashian heads down to the ring.

Match #4

Kim Kardashian vs. Super-Stud

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Kim Kardashian enters the arena to "M.I.L.F.$" by Fergie. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'2" and weighing around 120 lbs. She has long raven hair and is wearing a black leather bodysuit and beige stiletto heels.

Super-Stud enters the arena to "You're The Best" by Joe Esposito. He is a Caucasian male with a muscular build, standing at 6'2" and weighing around 275 lbs. He has short raven hair and is wearing his costume Superman outfit, designed to show off his superior physique.

The Match:

Super-Stud leaps forward, stunning Kim with a brutal clothesline. Kim lands on her back, her hands clutching her sore throat. Super-Stud stands over her body, flexing his arms and taunting Kim. Kim kicks her foot up, her heel colliding with Super-Stud's bulging manhood.

Having some fun, Super-Stud picks up Kim K, pulls aside her leather bodysuit to bare her pussy and ass, then places her over his knee for a spanking! But Kim immediately latches on to Super-Stud's erect cock and crushes it through his patent leather briefs! Super-Stud tries to remove her hand, but Kim holds on with the tenaciousness of a wolverine. Super-Stud is soon laying on his back with Kim kneeling over him. She removes his cock from his briefs and attacks it with her nails while punching him in the balls!

Super-Stud can barely stand, his body sways, his dick protrudes out and his eyes glaze over. "Somebody needs a makeover!" Kim winks, driving her knee into his bulge. Kardashian forces Super-Stud's face into her breasts, motorboating them against his features. Super-Stud collapses on his back, his eyes slowly focusing on the large voluptuous ass hovering mere inches from his face. A muffled scream sounds as Kardashian sways her hips, her ass encasing her opponent's entire face. Super-Stud quickly passes out and Kim is announced the victor. The sitcom starlet uses her heels to stroke the defeated man's shaft until he erupts, soiling his briefs with jizz. Kim stomps her heel down on his cum-soaked briefs, posing in victory.

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Back in the interview area, Super-Grrl stands next to Alex Curry. There isn't a hint of a smile on her face as she looks to be all business.

"Super-Grrl," Alex begins, "There seems to be some bad blood between you and the Fraternity of Misogyny. Would you mind telling us what is going on here?"

"There's not so much 'bad blood' between me and the Fraternity as there is between me and their 'leader', Super-Stud. He is my ex-fiance... A man who is so consumed by his petty viewpoints that he just can't accept reality. I know him very well and I can tell you with complete certainty that the only way to put a stop to his women-hating stupidity is to end his career. Permanently."

"Don't you think that's a little extreme?" Alex comments, looking slightly uneasy. "I mean, you're both here in an adult wrestling federation that is geared towards satisfying fans of female and mixed combat. I don't think any fan wants to see one of the competitors here put in the hospital."

"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?" Super-Grrl's eyes flash in anger. "He put me in the hospital, Alex! Did he apologize to me or try to set things right? Did he even stick around to make sure I was okay? No! He wasn't man enough! He ran into the night! And now that I've finally caught up with him, I've been demanding a match against him! You see, I've been training and working out... waiting for the day where I could finally get my hands on him... legally. But Commissioner Mason hasn't given me the match. Instead, I'm up against his half-wit friends!"

"They really don't seem to think much of you. You beat Hercules pretty handily last week, but they still don't seem to think of you as much of a threat."

"That's why it's so satisfying putting the hurt on guys like them. I don't feel a single ounce of pity when I get into the ring and crush their little cocks into dust. Just like their boss, they are arrogant and hateful men... Willing to hurt and demean a woman just because she has the backbone to say the one word that all men hate. That word is 'No'. No, we won't make your dinner. No, we won't grab you a beer. No, we won't have sex with you. No, you can go fuck yourself!"

Alex smiles. "So you have a message to get across tonight?"

"If you consider the absolute destruction of their precious male egos a message, then yes, I do."

"Do you think you and Alicia will make for effective tag partners? I don't believe the two of you have ever met before."

Super-Grrl shakes her head. "I don't know her and I don't care to know her. As long as she stays out of my way and lets me handle the boys, we'll get along smashingly. I don't need anyone's help to take on the likes of these. 'Big' Dick Johnson... Mister Machismo... the two of you are about to face your worst nightmare: A little girl who can say 'No'."

"Anything else you'd like to say?"

"Super-Grrl smiles threateningly into the camera. "Super-Stud, I hope you're watching this... Consider this a preview of what I'm going to do to you!"

Stepping away from Alex, Super-Grrl heads out to ringside...

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Match #5

Alicia & Super-Grrl vs. "Big" Dick Johnson & Mister Machismo


Tag Team Match

Participant Statistics:

Alicia is an African American female with a toned build, standing at 5'1" and weighing around 115 lbs. She has medium length raven hair and is wearing White Lingerie, a White Thong, White Thigh High Stockings and White Stiletto Heels.

Super-Grrl enters the arena to "For Once In My Life" by Mel B. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'2" and weighing around 120 lbs. She has long blonde hair and is wearing a patent leather Supergirl costume along with blue fishnet stockings and red stiletto boots.

"Big" Dick Johnson enters the arena to "So Much better" by Eminem. He is a Caucasian male with a muscular build, standing at 6'3" and weighing around 250 lbs. He has short brunette hair and is wearing white posing briefs and black engineer boots.

Mister Machismo enters the arena to "Bitches Ain't Shit" by Dr. Dre. He is a Caucasian male with a muscular build, standing at 6'0" and weighing around 223 lbs. He has short brunette hair and is wearing a black mankini and black wrestling boots.

The men are accompanied by Fraternity member Doug Siegfried.

The Match:

Mister Machismo starts off against Alicia inside the ring after the two girls argue a bit about who is going to start. Machismo gets Alicia in a headlock and takes her down to the mat, but the black beauty manages to roll out of it and gets Machismo in a breast smother. This causes "Big" Dick Johnson to enter the ring and stomps on Alicia's head to break the hold! Super-Grrl immediately enters the ring and is tripped up by Doug, who grabs her ankle from under the bottom ring rope. Johnson grabs Super-Grrl from behind and sends her running into a recovering Alicia! Both girls collapse in a heap.

"Big" Dick squares off against Super-Grrl, trying to get up-close-and-personal with her. He manages to get the leverage and throws her into the ropes with an Irish whip. But Super-Grrl comes back and knocks "Big" Dick down with a flying clothesline! Machismo enters the ring as well, only to be given a back body drop from Super-Grrl. He lands near Alicia's corner where she dazes him with a kick to the face! Doug pulls Machismo out of the ring and looks on helplessly as Super-Grrl places "Big" Dick in a camel clutch!

Super-Grrl is in the ring with Mister Machismo. They are involved in a test of strength which started as a stalemate, but now looks like Super-Grrl is starting to win. Not letting it go any further, Machismo kicks her in the stomach! He picks up the blonde in a cradle carry, but is surprised when Super-Grrl smashes her knee into his face, then forcefully directs his head into the ground with a stiff DDT when he falls forward! Doug attempts to cause a distraction by attacking Alicia, but she sees him coming and drives him off with a kick to the face. "Big" Dick enters the ring as Super-Grrl makes a pin attempt, and winds up stomping his own partner when she rolls out of the way of his attack. Super-Grrl drops "Big" Dick to the canvas with a drop toe hold and immediately locks in a crossface submission. Alicia has entered the ring as well and entraps Machismo's face in a breast smother. "Big" Dick starts tapping out at about the same time the referee counts the pin attempt on Machismo. The fraternity flees the ring in shame as Super-Grrl and Alicia celebrate their victory.

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EWF reporter Alex Curry stands in the interview area besides Joel prior to his sex fight with Annie Lind.

Alex: "Firstly Joel, congratulations on beating Taylor Swift in oil wrestling last week. I loved watching it."

Joel: "Thanks Alex. Taylor's fans haven't been so happy with me."

Alex: "Well, you did humiliate the girl."

Joel: "Hey, it's the name of the game. I'm happy, I enjoyed it."

Alex: "I'll bet you did. Think you can humiliate Annie tonight?"

Joel: "I hope so. Better her than me. Should be a bit of fun anyway, she's a good lookin' chick."

Alex: "Well, it is the EWF. Even the interviewers are sexy." *wink*

Joel: *laugh* "You're damn right you are. When do I get to meet you in the ring, Alex?"

Alex: "Oh Joel, I wish! Anyway, back to Annie. She really knows some dangerous karate. You worried?"

Joel: "I might be if it was a kickboxing match. But a sexfight? I think I can take her. Time will tell."

Alex: "Okay, good luck handsome. Give those fans a show!"

Joel: "Will do, thanks Alex!"

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Annie "The Karate Kid" Lind: "Well, so the commissioner puts me in a fight with Joel. You know, I'm quite glad. I wanted to get the chance to pay him back what he did to Taylor. Yep, I'm a fan of hers, Joel, and I don't like what you did to her. You'll get what you deserve, that I promise you. I might bring you to her as a present... after I have my fun with you. Prepare to eat feet, hun."

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Match #6

Annie Lind vs. Joel


Sex-Fight Match

Participant Statistics:

Annie "The Karate Kid" Lind stands at 5'1 and weighs around 115 lbs. She has long brunette hair and is dressed in a White Karate Gi with a brown belt, a black thong, black sparring foot pads and matching gloves.

Joel enters the arena to "How you like me now?" by The Heavy. He is a Caucasian male with a toned build, standing at 6'3" and weighing around 185 lbs. He has short and trimmed brunette hair with a matching beard and is wearing a blue Speedo.

The Match:

Joel manages to wrestle himself on top of Annie on the mat and gives her a playful wink as he starts peeling away her outfit. "Hard to use all that karate bullshit on the ground, isn't it?" He taunts as he heavily kneads her now exposed breasts and grinds himself atop her, getting some worrying moans from the karate kid.

Joel has trapped Annie in the ropes and is sucking on her tits as he snakes a hand into her crotch. Annie is panting hard, shaking in the ropes as she is worked over. She looks deftly worried as Joel takes a massive upper hand, wearing her out quickly.

Annie suddenly turns the fight around, her surprising speed too much for Joel. "This one's for Taylor!" She says as she steps forward and leaps up, twisting her body clockwise as she whips up her trailing right leg, swinging her leg up for Joel's face. Pointing her toes, she brings her sole across his face like a powerful bitch slap with the Agony of DeFEET! He falls to the mat dazed and she lands on her two feet. Not done just yet, she drags him to the corner and rests his back on the turnbuckles. She then sits down places her left foot on his face and her right foot on his cock, stroking him off with her foot while she rubs her left foot all over his face, tweaking his nose, and sticking them into his mouth. She fingers herself, moaning, clearly loving her foot on his face while she foot fucks Joel, coming near the edge. Not long after, he climaxes and then she does. The bell rings and she gets up to her feet. She does a few bicep poses, the mess still between her bare legs as she poses for the cameras.
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Here are the results of the EWF's 3rd event, which took place on 9/9/2016. Anyone who is curious about joining us, please email me at ewfmod@[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]mail.com - I'll get back to you ASAP.

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EWF Domination - 9/9/2016

As the show opens, "Naked" by Goo Goo Dolls hits the arena speakers and Lacey Sky struts down to the ring, microphone in hand. Despite not being in any scheduled matches, and despite the fact that she's a bitch, she gets a overly loud crowd pop. She waits for her music to fade out before speaking.

"So, here we are, my first official day back in the EWF as a competitor. As you all saw last week, the Commissioner and I really don't care much for each other. And that's okay... I AM a bitch after all. And like most bitches, I don't get along very well with dumb cunts. Of which our Commissioner is one." Lacey stops speaking to let the crowd react to that antagonizing statement.

"Commissioner Mason and I have our problems, which will all be worked out shortly. It just won't be today. There's some other business that I need to take care of first. There are several other dumb cunts in this federation that need to be shown their place. Let me show you all what I am talking about." Lacey gestures to the large titantron and a video... what looks like security camera footage... begins to play.

The video shows Lindsey and Taylor Swift sneaking around backstage and entering the locker room of the Sky sisters. They are shown going through Melody's clothing and sprinkling a powdery on her panties and bras. The footage shows them doing the same thing to Lacey's clothes. Lindsey and Taylor finally leave the dressing room, giggling hysterically with each other.

"As you see..." Lacey continues as the film ends, " my poor little sister suffered some rather embarrassing burning sensations. I, on the other hand, was lucky enough to have been spared that indignation. Now... there are two SPECIFIC little twats that need a lesson. This type of unimaginative stunt is right down Lindsey's alley. She is as pathetic as she is stupid - as she would rather result to high school pranks than confronting her issues head-on. So, for my 1st official match in the EWF... Lindsey... cancel your match with that chauvinistic prick and walk your ass out here this instant! It's time for the Trailer Park Princess to get her ass-kicked by the Queen Bitch of the EWF!"

The crowd cheers for this, ready to watch these two women go at it. But instead of Lindsey, "Yeah, Yeah," by Bodyrox hits and Commissioner Mason walks out on stage with a contingent of security officers. Lacey sighs and rolls her eyes as Commissioner Chloe Mason gets ready to speak.

"I hate to ruin this little performance of yours, Lacey. Especially since the fans here really want to see you involved in some violence tonight. But sadly, that's not going to be the case. You are right about one thing... You and I have some problems to work out. And until we do, you are officially suspended from the EWF."

The crowd boos this announcement, but Chloe ignores them. "Now, if you will accompany me to the back...? We can get this all straightened out." The security officers start moving to the ring.

"It's a shame that you are willing to throw your ratings away just because you have a personal issue with me, Chloe. But there's no need to send your goons to the ring to collect me. I'll come along, peacefully. If you won't let me have some fun out here in the ring, I might as well have some fun with you backstage."

Lacey tosses her microphone to the nearby referee and exits the ring. Commissioner Mason looks bemused as security escorts her and Lacey into the back.

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Match #1

Levi - The Great vs. Taylor Swift

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Levi - The Great enters the arena to "War" by Linkin Park. He has a skinny build, standing at 5'5" and weighing around 111 lbs. He has short black hair with blonde hi-lites and is wearing black elbow pads, black hand gloves, black knee pads, black boots and black pants with green flames.

Taylor Swift enters the area to her own song: "Bad Blood". She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'11 and weighing around 119 lbs. She has medium length blonde hair and is dressed in a blue long-sleeved bodysuit with red ankle booties.

The Match:

"Are you even old enough to compete? You look like you're 12!" Taylor scoffs at the energetic teen. Levi replies by leaping up and drilling Swift with a Tornado DDT. He kicks her over, pins down her shoulders with his knees and reaches his hand down her top. "I'm old enough for you, baby!" Levi grins as he fondles the mortified Pop Diva's breasts.

Taylor pivots on her heel and swings her long leg around in an attempt to finish Levi off early with her finisher. Levi ducks underneath Swift's toned leg, causing Taylor to twist around. Levi, with his back turned, poses and gloats. Taylor places her head under Levi's arm, grabs his waist and hoists him in the air and drops him down. Levi squeals as his crotch ricochets off of Swift's outstretched knee. The teen falls on the mat and rolls onto his side, clutching his balls in agony.

Levi-The Great wrenches Taylor's neck with a headlock. The lanky blonde claws at the teen's arm, trying to break free. Levi runs forward, planting Swift with a running bulldog. Taylor lay unmoving on the mat. Levi parades around the ring and gloats. He poses and asks the crowd if he should finisher her off. As Levi caters to the crowd, Taylor rises up and stalks her prey. Levi turns around and is immediately struck by a Swift End! Levi spirals onto the canvas from the spinning heel kick. Taylor plants her foot on Levi's crotch and the ref counts to three, awarding Taylor with a victory. Taylor continues to stomp and grind her heel into the teenager's groin. She punts the newcomer's balls one last time before the referee pushes the tall blonde away, forcing her to leave the ring. Taylor laughs and struts up the aisle, her arms victoriously raised in the air.

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We find ourselves backstage in the interview area where Doug Siegfried stands next to Alex Curry. Alex is noticeably standing away from Doug, as if she's worried that he might do to her what him and his brotherhood of misogynists have done to the other women around these parts.

Alex clears her throat as she realizes the camera is on. "Doug, you asked for this interview time and it's yours. What do you have to say?"

"First off, I want to say how much of a disgrace the EWF has become. This used to be an organization where the females knew their place. They knew they were weak and pathetic compared to their male counterparts. They would beg for mercy and offer up a blowjob to get out of a major beating. When was the last time you saw that happen, Alex?"

"Um... Is this a trick question? I don't remember that happening..."

"You must've not done your research, because it happened ALL THE TIME! And we've gotten away from that here. These girls think they can hang with the big boys. And what do they do when they face us in the ring? They cheat! They go for the balls or use their sexual wiles against us. That's not fighting! That's bullshit! They know they can't take us unless they go after sex organs."

"Actually, Annie beat you in your first match without-"

"Shut the fuck up! She was flashing her panties at me all match long! Guys don't do that... Guys fight fairly. We know that guys are for fightin' and girls are for fuckin'. And it's time we get back to these basic values."

"And how do you plan to do that?"

Doug grins. "It's time for guys to take a stand on these matters. It's time to build our morale. And to do that, I'm taking on Lindsey tonight. She already lost to Super-Stud, and now she's going to lose to me! She's not a challenge in the ring and I'm going to destroy her tonight like we did a month ago. She's going to be waking up with a face-full of cum, and that's all I got to say about that!"

Doug brushes past Alex who only sighs and rolls her eyes.

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Lindsey struts around the ring, waiting for the crowd to die down before speaking into her microphone. The Southern Princess holds the microphone up to her lips, "Our Commissioner, Chloe Mason, has scheduled me in a wrestling match against a neanderthal by the name of Doug Siegfried. I honestly have no idea what Chloe was thinking when she scheduled this match. Doug shouldn't be allowed in public, let alone inside a wrestling ring. He should be in a museum somewhere.

"I can see it now, 'Visit the museum this week and feast your eyes upon a living chronology of the Theory of Evolution.' There will be four glass cases, and 'in the first case is Jeff, the chimpanzee. Beside Jeff is Hank, the ape. Next is Doug, the hybrid ape-man, and beside him is Weak Dan! For legal purposes the museum was not allowed to display an actual male human.' Imagine the profits one could make!"

Lindsey's tone changes from humorous to serious, "But the one thing that's worse than Doug, and his creepy hairy body, is all of you," Lindsey points at the audience, evoking a volley of jeers. "You sick, perverted freaks actually pay money to watch neanderthals like Doug and Super-Stud humiliate and degrade young women. You people make me sick!"

The crowd erupts with boos as the arrogant brunette continues her tirade. "Half of the women here are just groupie whores, the other half are gross lesbians, and all of the men in attendance are middle-aged virgins incapable of having a woman come within 3 feet of them."

"Just look at this loser for example," Lindsey points to a particularly nerdy Caucasian male in the front row. "He wouldn't know what to do with a woman if she threw herself at him." The nerdy man flips Lindsey off in reply, causing the conceited Southern Princess to snicker, "In your gross, wet dreams, dude."

Lindsey places a hand on her hip as she continues, "But, like I said, I'm obviously superior in every way imaginable compared to that ape, Doug. It pleases me to say that once I win my match tonight, and my arm is raised in victory, all of you perverts that paid to see a young woman degraded and humiliated will be thoroughly disappointed when I walk out of this ring with my head held high, my body fully clothed and unscathed; victorious."

Lindsey disregards the hostile jeers from the crowd as she continues, "Doug, prepare your nasty, putrid, hairy balls to be kicked so hard, they lodge in your throat!" Lindsey drops the mic, placing her hands on her hips, a complacent smirk on her face. She takes her phone out, snapping a series of duck-face selfies, inattentive of her irate opponent stomping down the entrance ramp. Doug hurles a barrage of insults and obscenities at the arrogant brunette as he enters the ring.

Match #2

Doug Siegfried vs. Lindsey

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Doug Siegfried enters the arena to "Ain't No Fun" by Snoop Dog. He is a Caucasian male with a toned build, standing at 6'0" and weighing around 225 lbs. He is wearing a black and gray patent leather Lucha Libre mask along with a matching bodysuit. Black leather boots and gloves complete the outfit.

Lindsey enters the arena to "Pretty Girl Rock" by Keri Hilson. She is a Caucasian female with an average build, standing at 5'1" and weighing around 115 lbs. She has long & straight brunette hair and is wearing a black & red flannel shirt, blue jeans and brown ankle boots.

The Match:

Doug charges at Lindsey, but the sly brunette easily trips him up. Doug falls on his face, unable to prevent Lindsey from kicking him over and planting her ass on top of his furious features. Doug tries in vain to push her off, but a few punches to his groin stops him from succeeding.

Lindsey keeps her earlier promise by pulverizing Doug's balls. After several knees and stomps Doug is curled on the canvas and whimpering in agony. Lindsey drags him by his mask and places his throat over the middle rope. She lifts him by his ankles, the rope keeping his body elevated. Lindsey spreads his hairy legs and punts the toe of her boot straight into Doug's bulging groin. The big man howls in pain as Lindsey sends several more kicks that collide with his balls. The referee forces Lindsey back, allowing Doug to escape from the ropes and collapse into the fetal position.

Lindsey shoves Doug into the corner and backs her ass up against him. "How bad do you want me?" Lindsey whispers seductively as her ass gyrates against his stiff bulge. She takes a step forward and kicks back, driving her heel into his throbbing bulge. "Like you would ever have a chance!", the brunette smirks. She bends Doug's hairy legs over his head, trapping them under the ropes. She climbs the turnbuckle and jumps down, drilling her knee into his groin. Doug immediately passes out, awarding the Southern Princess the victory. With Doug bent in half, Lindsey unzips his body suit, and grabs his hand. Not wanting to touch his nasty, hairy dick, Lindsey closes Doug's hand over his shaft and guides his hand up and down. After a few pumps, Doug shoots a thick wad onto his own face. Giggling to herself, Lindsey exits the ring, leaving Doug with a face-full of cum.

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The cameras catch up with Taylor Swift, who is in the process of leaving the EWF arena. Several members of her personal security stable carry her bags. As they round a corner, heading down the hallway that exits to the parking lot, Melody Sky suddenly appears out of a darkened doorway - grabs Taylor by the arm - and yanks her into the nearby room! Taylor trips and sprawls ungraciously to the floor.

Security quickly reacts, moving to their employer's aid, but Melody quickly locks the door behind her. She turns to the Diva, her eyes blazing with anger. "You want to play with peppers, Taylor?" Melody grins. "Then let's play!"

Shrieking in rage, Taylor regains her footing and goes for Melody's hair. The cowgirl does the same, and soon the two are rolling on the floor grabbing for each others tits and crotch. First Taylor gets the advantage, and the Melody. But neither can keep control for very long as they assault each other's tender areas. Soon enough, the security forces break through the door and pull the two women apart. Melody and Taylor are dragged apart, Taylor screaming that she's going to sue both Melody and the EWF.

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Match #3

Grace vs. Joel

Oil-Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Grace enters the arena to "So What" by Pink. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'3" and weighing around 115 lbs. She has long brunette hair and is wearing a leopard-print bikini top and black bikini bottoms.

Joel enters the arena to "How you like me now?" by The Heavy. He is a Caucasian male with a toned build, standing at 6'3" and weighing around 185 lbs. He has short and trimmed brunette hair with a matching beard and is wearing a blue Speedo.

The Match:

Joel flexes his muscles, showing his chiseled body off. "Impressive," Grace remarks before diving forward, forcing Joel to fall on his face with a leg takedown. As Joel attempts to get to his feet Grace wrestles on top of the Australian, placing him in a schoolgirl pin. "But not as impressive as me." She taunts while sitting atop of Joel, flexing her toned body.

Joel glides through the oil, intent on hitting Grace with a clothesline, but the tan brunette uses her yoga skills to bend backwards, contorting her body. Joel slides past her, looking confused. His confusion turns into agony as Grace reaches underneath his thighs and grabs his balls, causing Joel to shriek in agony. Grace spins Joel around yanks down his speedo, causing his large dick to bounce free. Grace raises an eyebrow in amusement as she watches his package flop out. Joel's face burns red and his hands instinctively cover his manhood.

Grace smashes her forearm against Joel's face, causing him to stumble backwards. The small brunette follows up by jabbing her knee into the Australian's abs several times, forcing him to bend at the waist. As Joel coughs and attempts to regain his bearings, Grace leaps up, and connects with her finisher 'Fall from Grace'. The tan brunette hooks her arm around Joel's head and delivers a tornado DDT. Joel's head is driven hard into the ground. The big man collapses face-first into the oil, knocked out cold. "Your winner, by knock out, Grace!" booms through the loudspeakers as the crowd cheers on the newcomer. Grace kicks Joel over, places her barefoot on his chest and flexes her arms in a victory pose.

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Dan slams his locker shut. He was fuming, having come off two straight losses; he had been violated by the Emily skank and utterly humiliated by that cum dumpster Lindsey. Well he'd never lose again, He'd trained extra hard for his upcoming match, managing to lift a full 30 pounds. There was no chance he would let that big-titted spoiled brat Kim Kardashian humiliate him in a sex fight of all things. No this was an opportunity, an opportunity to totally control and dominate a female known around the world. Better yet he'd make her cum putting an end to the little dick nonsense, Surely that would earn him the respect he so richly deserved...

A sudden slap on his ass breaks Dan's concentration. "Hey hippo butt." Kim Kardashian taunts.

Dan spins around in fury but Kim quickly subdues him wrapping her hand around his cock. "This'll be easy, that is if this thing we can only pretend is a cock doesn't slide out my hand."

With her free hand she grabs and squeezes his man boobs. Kim can't contain her laughter "You look so damn ridiculous! Question: what size bra will you wear?" Kim's laughter turns to digest as cum drips down her hand. "Ugh!" She screams and shoves Dan hard against the lockers. "That thing was hard! For real?"

Dan's red in the face when he finally shouts out "It's not that small!"

"Weakling, I'm a goddess and I don't fuck dicklets smaller than my heel and certainly not ones that cum so quick."

Dan charges her, but neglects to notice the bench in front of him. He trips over it and sprawls at Kim's feet.

She rolls her eyes and saunters behind him. "Be gracious you even get to be close to me, let alone have my hand on that pathetic cock." Kim jams a heel up Dan's ass. She smirks as he squeals in pain then leaves the loser to cry as she exits the room.

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Match #4

Kim Kardashian vs. "Weak" Dan

Sex-Fight Match

Participant Statistics:

Kim Kardashian enters the arena to "M.I.L.F.$" by Fergie. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'2" and weighing around 120 lbs. She has long raven hair and is wearing a short black leather jacket, a black thong and black thigh-high stiletto boots.

"Weak" Dan is a Caucasian male with a skinny-fat build, standing at 5'11" and weighing around 180 lbs. He has a brown buzzcut and is wearing a pair of tight MMA trunks that show off his flabby physique.

The Match:

"This is starting to get pathetic," Kim smirks at Dan. "I've beaten you countless times in the past and you keep coming back for more. You just can't get enough, can you?" Kim teases as she runs her fingertips across her breasts. Dan sprints toward her but Kim easily dodges, causing Dan to rebound off the ropes, straight into a roundhouse kick from the giggling Kardashian.

Kim pushes Dan into the corner of the ring, turns around and, grabbing the ropes for leverage, slams her flawless ass into his groin several times. Every brutal thrust from Kardashian's ass causes Dan to groan in agony. "What's wrong, honey? Can't handle me?" Kim giggles as her backside slams against Dan's package. Kim begins gyrating her tan backside over his throbbing bulge before slamming it one last time with her enormous ass. Dan drops to the mat, unable to stop Kim from choking him with the sole of her stiletto.

Dan holds his side and wheezes. His flabby body is too out of shape to keep up with Kim. "You're completely pathetic. You look like you need a makeover." the socialite smirks before driving her knee into Dan's groin. Dan winces in pain and is caught offguatd as his face is shoved into Kim's large breasts. Kim motorboats Dan and pushes him to the mat. She sits her thong-clad ass on his protesting face and leans forward, snaking his hand under his shorts. It only takes a few strokes before a muffled whimper emits from under Kim's ass and an orgasmic stain forms on Dan's shorts. Kim is awarded the victory and celebrates by forcing the weak man to kiss her breats. Once Dan's lips make contact with her skin, the voluptuous brunette locks him in a breast smother. Kim leaves Dan's unconscious body on the mat, his face glistening with her boob sweat.

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Back in Commissioner Mason's office, Chloe sits behind her desk, eyeing her guest with obvious anger. Lacey Sky sits in one of the plush chairs in front of the desk, that infuriating trademark cocky grin on her face.

"So let's get down to this, shall we?" Chloe begins. "You have something that I want: stolen computer files. I don't know how you knew to look for them, how you managed to get them in the first place, or what you plan on doing with them, but that is all irrelevant. You are going to give me those files, then I'm going to un-suspend you so you can compete in the ring here again, and we are both going to forget that this little incident ever happened. Deal?"

"How about no," Lacey replies.

"I don't think you understand what's going on here," Chloe sighs. "You have no power here. No leverage. You have something that I want. And since I am in charge here, you can do nothing until I get what I want. So let's try this again..."

"Chloe, you just aren't very good at this whole being-in-charge thing. How many times has the EWF shut down with you in charge? Never mind, don't answer that, rhetorical question. We both know that you are terrible at this. Tonight is a perfect example. You could have had a match that would have sent ratings through the roof: Queen Bitch Lacey Sky kicking the crap out of Trailer Park Lindsey. But what are we doing instead? Me and you sitting here, talking about some stupid computer files."

"Those 'stupid computer files' are very important," Commissioner Mason says through gritted teeth. "And until I get them back..."

Lacey visibly yawns. "You are such a broken record. What if I were to tell you that I no longer have those computer files? What if I said that those computer files are currently in the possession of your uncle? You know... Mr. Raymond. The owner of the EWF. Luckily for you, they are encrypted, huh?"

"You fucking BITCH!!!" Chloe stands up so fast that she knocks her chair over.

"Calm down, Chloe. Take deep breaths. Raymond can't access those files without the cipher key, which I also have. I'm not as heartless as you think I am, so here's what I propose..."

"I'm listening," Chloe growls, her nails scraping on her desk as she balls her splayed hands into fists.

"I'll compete in a match of your choosing next week... If I lose, I'll hand the cipher key over to you and let you deal with your uncle and the file. He really has no idea that there is anything important in there and won't get around to looking at it for a little while at least. You'll have the cipher and possibly even the time to delete or steal the file back yourself."

"And if you win?"

"If I win, then things will get even more interesting. I'll still have the cipher AND an interest in becoming the Commissioner here. If I win, you can start coming up with excuses as Mr. Raymond will definitely be seeing the contents of that file. So what do you say, Chloe? If you refuse, Raymond will be getting the cipher tonight. At least this way, you have a small chance of saving your skin."

"You have a deal, you fucking bitch!"

Although she has no real training, this match is far too important for Chloe to risk letting anyone else handle. She decides to take matters into her own hands. The match will be: Chloe Mason vs. Lacey Sky

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Match #5

Melody Sky vs. Super-Stud

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Melody Sky enters the arena to "Domino" by Jessie J. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'0" and weighing around 110 lbs. She has long brunette hair with blonde hi-lites and is wearing a pink halter top, denim booty shorts and brown cowgirl boots.

Super-Stud enters the arena to "You're The Best" by Joe Esposito. He is a Caucasian male with a muscular build, standing at 6'2" and weighing around 275 lbs. He has short raven hair and is wearing his costume Superman outfit, designed to show off his superior physique.

The Match:

Super-Stud starts the match by charging across the ring, wanting to get a quick start. Melody, expecting this, quickly twirls out of the way - letting the big man rebound off the ropes before delivering a perfectly timed dropkick to his right knee! Super-Stud goes down and Melody immediately jumps on his face and grabs at his cock. "I hear you misogynists want to get blowjobs from your opponents. I won't give you one of those, but I DO give a great bootjob! Let me show you!"

"You poor guy," Melody says tauntingly, "it's so obvious that you haven't been with a girl in ages! Let me help you with that." Melody strips of her jeans and g-string, baring her pussy for all to see. "First, we need to remind you what a woman smells like," she tells Super-Stud as she wraps her g-string around his head so that it covers his nose. Melody then sits on his chest, removes his cock from his briefs, and starts stroking him off with her cowgirl boots.

Super-Stud is completely out of it, his muscular body splayed out on the floor underneath the little cowgirl. Melody finishes off the match in grand style, trampling all over the misogynist - concentrating on his erection - until he shoots his load like a geyser. Some lands on her arm and she immediately wipes it off on his face. "Wasn't that amazing!? This is definite proof that you like my new boots!" She then places her boot on his bulging cock and demands the referee count him out with a 10-count knockout instead of the pin. The referee does so and Melody counts along, stomping more cum out of his dick with each number called. At 10, Melody humiliates the misogynistic muscle stud even more by posing for victory pictures... Keeping her boot on his leaking cock while copying his muscle poses.

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Inside the interview room stands Alex Curry with Emily standing next to her prior her match with Super-Grrl.

Alex: Now first of all, congratulations on beating Hercules last week.

Emily: Thanks! Once the outside interference wasn't a problem, it was honestly quite easy taking him out. I've been hearing rumors he got a concussion after that?

Alex: Well you did flipped him onto his head. Quite spectacularly if I may say.

Emily: *chuckles* Yeah, I did. But I won and the crowd are pleased, so I don't mind!

Alex: Of course. Now you got your match with Super-Grrl and this might be a big one, cause you just beaten Hercules, Super-Stud's partner. We know that Super-Grrl is after him so would that cause tension between you and her in this upcoming match?

Emily: I don't think so. Sure, Super-Stud and his cronies are complete, misogynistic dicks in my opinion, but he's not my target. Whatever happened between her and him is between both of them. I don't have much reason to get into it.

Alex: Well you two certainly haven't met before, that's for sure. Any thoughts about her so far?

Emily: What I think about her is unimportant. I solely came here because I wanted a challenge. I love a good fight and I love to give the crowd, no, the people what they want. So all I can say to her is that she better bring it, cause I certainly will!

Alex: Ok, well good luck! Go and give the people a show!

Emily: Oh I will! Thanks, Alex!

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Match #6

Emily Waters vs. Super-Grrl

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Emily Waters enters the arena to "One For the Money" by Escape the Fate. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'8" and weighing around 135 lbs. She has long brunette hair and is wearing a silk navy blue Gi top with matching bra and thong.

Super-Grrl enters the arena to "For Once In My Life" by Mel B. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'2" and weighing around 120 lbs. She has long blonde hair and is wearing a patent leather Supergirl costume along with blue fishnet stockings and red stiletto boots.

The Match:

Emily and Super-Grrl get into a traditional lock up, both girls pushing against each other and Emily finding quite hard to move her. She suddenly stops pushing into her and leans back, her foot placed on the blonde's belly, using Super-Grrl's forward momentum to flip her up and over, sending her crashing onto her back. Emily quickly gets to her feet as Super-Grrl sits upright. Emily then runs and bounces of the ropes to aim a dropkick right towards the 'S' on her chest.

Emily uses her longer legs to keep Super-Grrl at a distance, her lethal strikes hitting hard. She then grabs the blonde's arm and sends her to her corner in a Irish Whip. With her back against the turnbuckles, Emily dashes towards, leaps onto the middle ropes before bouncing off, her legs wrapped around Super-Grrl's head and does a well maintained Hurracanrana-to-crotch-smother. She remains perched on her face, teasingly rubbing her crotch over Super-Grrl's face.

Emily has managed to get Super-Grrl in a Body-Scissors and is cranking on the pressure! But Super-Grrl isn't going easily. She drives her elbow into Emily's kneecap with as much force as she can muster. Soon enough, the scissors weakens and Super-Grrl slips out. Emily tries to grab the blond, but Super-Grrl turns the tables and gets Emily cinched tightly in a Sharpshooter! It's not long before Emily taps out and signals her surrender! As soon as the match is over, Super-Grrl releases Emily and helps her to her feet. The two of them shake hands in mutual respect.

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Match #7

Alicia vs. Annie "The Karate Kid" Lind

Sex-Fight Match

Participant Statistics:

Alicia is an African American female with a toned build, standing at 5'1" and weighing around 115 lbs. She has medium length raven hair and is wearing White Lingerie, a White Thong, White Thigh High Stockings and White Stiletto Heels.

Annie "The Karate Kid" Lind stands at 5'1 and weighs around 115 lbs. She has long brunette hair and is dressed in a White Karate Gi, a brown belt and black sparring foot pads and gloves.

The Match:

As soon as the bell rings, Alicia comes charging at Annie, attempting to bully her back in a corner, but Annie comes prepared. Before she could tackle her to the ground, Annie stops Alicia in her tracks with a spinning back kick square in her face, dropping her to the ground, her heels drumming the canvas . Annie slowly walks up to her, placing her sole on her pussy and teasingly rubs her pussy. "You have no chance against me..." She smirks as Alicia moans.

Alicia attempts to kick at Annie's crotch, but she catches it easily. She smirks while Alicia is hopping on one foot and retaliates by kicking at her own crotch! Alicia howls in pain as Annie comes close and takes her down with a leg sweep. With Annie on top, she quickly gets into a cross body pin and slides her fingers pass her thong. Alicia can only moan while she struggles as Annie fingers her pussy.

Alicia is tired and dazed, finding Annie's Karate too much for her. Seeing the end is near, she steps forward and leaps up, twisting her body clockwise as she whips up her trailing left leg, swinging her leg up for her face bringing her sole across Alicia's face with the Agony of DeFEET! She falls to the mat dazed and Annie lands on her two feet. Alicia soon finds her arms tied between the ropes, her pussy bare and Annie's foot on it. Annie pumps the balls of her foot and her sole on her pussy, expertly masturbates the black woman. Alicia's bucking only serves to intensifies the sensation and it's not long before she cums. Annie smirks wiping the black girls juices on her belly before she sticks her foot in her mouth. She does a single bicep pose for the cameras, looking down at her beaten black foe.
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Here are the results of the EWF's 4th event, which took place on 9/23/2016. Anyone who is curious about joining us, please email me at ewfmod@[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]mail.com - I'll get back to you ASAP.

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EWF Domination - 9/23/2016

Sophie: Sophie had come to the EWF for revenge, but had realized quickly that there was much more than that to be had here - the glory of victory, the challenge of a tough opponent, and the chance for the young woman to meet new people and make friends. Sensing that she had some unique selling points, even among the EWF's talented roster, Commissioner Mason had called her to her office and given her a few options as a first opponent. Having only really experienced judo before, with no idea of how she would handle wrestling, the petite girl's choice was simple - Dan would provide a perfect opportunity to ease herself in. "Why would anyone choose 'Weak' as a nickname?" she wondered to herself as she headed to her locker. "Maybe it was a trap?"

Dan: Dan had been hiding for a week. There was no question that Kim took him down and no amount of mental gymnastic he could perform to rationalize his loss. I mean Emily and Lindsey? He was close to beating them, if only Lindsey hadn't cheated with her boobs out and Emily thrown that cheap kick he'd of won two matches already. But losing to Kim had somehow only made him a greater laughing stock. You know you've hit rock bottom when the wimpy Taylor Swift headlocks you and gives you a noggie in the hall, or when no matter where you run everyone knows you're the guy Kim Kardashian beat up and suffocated with her tits. But in every hero's journey hitting rock bottom means you're only 30 minutes from victory. And to Dan there was no doubt he was the hero. Commissioner Chloe had called him with an appetizing offer, breaking in the new girl, a 4'11, 95lb dainty weakling. He wouldn't even need to lay one of his trade marked traps, excepts possibly jumping out of a locker to scare the petite girl. He could see it now, prancing about the ring holding her cum stained body over his head as the crowd cheered him, proclaiming him to be a real man. Dan grinned ear to ear as the fantasy played out in his head; he opens his eyes just in time to see Sophie skip across the room. "Surprise bitch!" he yells as he throws himself against the locker door.

A muffled thud and yelling from inside one of the lockers caught Sophie's attention. Pulling the door open, she couldn't help but smile as its skinny-fat occupant tumbled free and plopped to the floor, landing hard and winding himself. "Huh", she thought "I don't think this guy is smart enough to lay many traps..." She bent down next to Dan as he gasped for air. "Hi!" she said, her Scottish accent pleasantly lilting "I hope you're not too winded by that fall, you gotta be in good shape for our match, mister! Did somebody stuff you in a locker? Man that's got to suck! Was it Kim again? If you're nice to me maybe I'll go beat her up for you..." Sophie straightened back up, giggling, and headed out of the locker room, beginning to think she made the right choice of opponent.

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Match #1

Sophie Anderson vs. "Weak" Dan

Sex-Fight Match

Participant Statistics:

Sophie Anderson enters the arena to "Pressure" by Paramore. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 4'11" and weighing around 95 lbs. She has long red hair and is wearing a white blouse with tartan trim, tied up above her midriff, and a grey pleated skirt.

"Weak" Dan is a Caucasian male with a skinny-fat build, standing at 5'11" and weighing around 180 lbs. He has a brown buzzcut and is wearing a blue T-shirt, gray sweat-shorts and black shoes.

The Match:

Sophie is fairly confident at the start of this one, believing Dan to be completely incompetent. She's surprised by his aggressiveness as he charges forward, and she fails to adjust her stance in time as Dan bulls into her, bouncing her off the ropes, pushing his body into hers and easily shoving her light frame around. As they stumble back to the middle ring, she sticks her leg between his and trips him up, smoothly moving into full mount. As she considers her next move, Dan grabs her by the collar of her blouse and from below begins thrusting upward, bouncing Sophie around and letting her feel his erection bouncing off her legs, ass and crotch.

Sophie is completely unhappy with Dan's behavior, and doesn't seem comfortable with the fact that this is a sex fight. Every time Dan comes at her, his hands outstretched and groping, she hits another judo throw - hip throws, sweeps, even a seoi nage. Dan finds himself dazed and winded from the impacts, and his rushes get slower and more wobbly. As he lumbers in one more time, Sophie drops onto her back and extends a leg, her foot making contact with his crotch in a flawless tomoe nage that sends her skinny-fat opponent across the ring, bouncing in a heap off the ropes and landing on his back, writhing in pain!

As Dan lies, battered and panting on the floor from being rag-dolled by the petite redhead, she darts over to him, grabs his left arm in an armbar and begins to crank. "Since you want to get off so badly, you can do it yourself - jerk off for me or I break your arm. And point your disgusting dick away from me!" says Sophie with a giggle. Sophie pushes up her hips and Dan squeals in pain and hastily complies, pulling out his erect shaft and jerking furiously. Every time he eases up, Sophie applies more pain to his arm. After about a minute, Dan cums, spurting all over his own thighs and belly. "Oh dear, that was quick!" chirps Sophie "Maybe you like your own hand more than you like women!" Still with the armbar applied, she raises the heel of her right leg and brings it crashing down on Dan's jaw, rendering him unconscious. Sophie stands up, places her cute size 4 foot on Dan's face and bends forward, blowing kisses to the crowd.

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"You're The Best" by Joe Esposito plays over the arena loudspeakers and Super-Stud walks down to the ring, ready for his match, with a microphone in hand. He soaks in the crowd's primarily negative reaction and gives the middle finger to a group of screaming sorority girls at ringside. Not letting any of that slow him down, he enters the ring and paces a bit before speaking.

"Before this match gets underway, I have two things I need to say. Number one: I'd like to thank Commissioner Mason for setting up this match. She might be a useless and pathetic woman, but she knew that this contest was a match that needed to happen. Number two... And I mean this with full sincerity... women are NOT superheroes."

This statement has the crowd booing again.

"Sure, movies and television claim they are, but have any of you actually seen a woman 'standing up for what's right' and single-handedly 'saving the day'? The answer is no. Why? Because they are women, and biologically unable to do so, due to the fact that they are genetically inferior to men."

The majority of women in the audience are screaming at him, but Super-Stud ignores them all and continues to speak.

"There is a reason why I emulate Superman. He is the strongest and most powerful superhero. The best there is. Likewise, I am the strongest and most powerful man in the EWF. The best there is!

"Now, we have a couple of little girls in this federation who like to think of themselves as superheroes. Super-Grrl, the lying ultra-bitch and Justice, a cocky rookie who thinks she can come in here and make a big impact. Well, I'm telling you all right now that the only big impact she's going to make is with the floor!

"I dedicate this following match to all the men out there who KNOW that women can't be superheroes. I going to show this little girl how pathetic she really is, and make sure that this is the ONLY match she has in the EWF! She's going to be leaving on a stretcher after she's shown the fact that she's nothing but a little cum-dumpster... Not a superhero, just another inferior WOMAN!"

Super-Stud tosses the microphone out of the ring, more than ready to take on Justice...

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Match #2

Justice vs. Super-Stud

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Justice enters the arena to "Help Is On The Way" by Rise Against. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build. She has short raven hair and is wearing a red, white and blue flag-themed latex bodysuit, star-spangled leg warmers and beige platform heels.

Super-Stud enters the arena to "You're The Best" by Joe Esposito. He is a Caucasian male with a muscular build, standing at 6'2" and weighing around 275 lbs. He has short raven hair and is wearing his costume Superman outfit, designed to show off his superior physique.

The Match:

Super-Stud immediately demands a test of strength with Justice in the middle of the ring. Despite being smaller, Justice courageously accepts the lock-up. Sadly for her, her overbearing male opponent crushes her hands and forces her down to her knees. Grinning, Super-Stud grabs her by the hair, hoists her over his shoulder, and applies an over-the-shoulder backbreaker, exerting as much pressure on Justice's back as possible! He doesn't let her go until he hears her scream. He then allows her to fall to the canvas, where he stands over her, calling her a piece of female trash and giving bicep poses to the crowd.

Justice focuses her attacks on Super-Stud's pride, his manhood. Justice slams her foot into Super-Stud's balls! The big man curls up into a ball as the pain shoots through his body. Justice is having none of that, however. She grabs his ankles, rolls him onto his back, forces his legs apart, and uses her stiletto heel to jab his cock and balls! Super-Stud bucks and tries to escape the pain, but Justice is unrelenting in her assault. "You feel the pain? This is what you deserve for your misogynistic ways!"

Super-Stud is completely out of it, his muscular body splayed out on the floor underneath the small superheroine. Justice finishes the match off in style and she goes and ties his arms and legs behind him, putting one on top of the other, immobilizing his limbs. Justice then turns him over so that he is on his knees with all four of his limbs trapped underneath and finishes locking in the special version of her Statue of Justice by placing her foot on Super-Stud's erection, rubbing it till he shoots like geyser. Some of the mess get onto Justice's costume and she wipes it off. Justice calls for the count out, keeping her foot placed on his cock as she poses like a complete goddess. Super-Stud couldn't react to the 10 count and Justice is named the winner. She does a few bicep poses for the cameras while his cock leaks cum from under her foot.

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Match #3

Grace vs. Levi - The Great

Oil-Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Grace enters the arena to "So What" by Pink. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'3" and weighing around 115 lbs. She has long brunette hair and is wearing a leopard-print bikini top and black bikini bottoms.

Levi - The Great enters the arena to "War" by Linkin Park. He has a skinny build, standing at 5'5" and weighing around 111 lbs. He has short black hair with blonde hi-lites and is wearing black elbow pads, black hand gloves, black knee pads, black boots and black pants with green flames.

The Match:

Levi approaches Grace, intent on overpowering the young beauty. But the short brunette manages to block his first set of attacks before blasting him across the face with a Right Hook! Grace follows through with a Spinning Back Kick that knocks the arrogant teen on his ass.

Grace winds up dominating most of the match as she utilizes her speed and flexibility. Levi does a good job of blocking, but he slips up at one point, allowing Grace to nail him with a Roundhouse Kick. From that point on, Grace takes advantage of a dazed Levi and batters him across the pool of oil.

Grace keeps her opponent dazed and docile with a variety of submission holds. Levi's body winds up stretched and contorted. Grace places him in a headscissors, a Boston Crab, a Figure Four and concludes with a Half Nelson. As Levi staggers in the oil, Grace puts him down for good with a Fall From Grace. Grace drives Levi's head into the oil, knocking him out. Grace performs a split on his dozing face and flexes for a victory pose.

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Match #4

Emily Waters vs. Joel

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Emily Waters enters the arena to "One For the Money" by Escape the Fate. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'8" and weighing around 135 lbs. She has long brunette hair and is wearing a pink string bikini and pink platform heels.

Joel enters the arena to "How you like me now?" by The Heavy. He is a Caucasian male with a toned build, standing at 6'3" and weighing around 185 lbs. He has short and trimmed brunette hair with a matching beard and is wearing a blue Speedo.

The Match:

Emily and Joel meet in the middle of the ring, looking on as Joel flexes his muscles and shows off his impressive body. "I like what I see there." Emily remarks, seeing his bulge growing inside his speedo. "However..." Emily delivers a swift kick right between the legs, the toe of her heels smashing Joel's balls. Joel drops to his knees, his hands covering his manhood. "... I'm here to win." She then sends a roundhouse kick to the temple, forcing Joel to collapse in a heap.

Emily's deadly legs seems to be too much for Joel, landing several kicks to his body and the head. She strikes him between the legs again, causing Joel to howl in pain. With Joel at eye level with her, she runs and leaps on top of him, sending him on his back and pinning him down with a Schoolgirl Pin. She reaches behind her and begins to stroke his erect cock.

Emily pivots round and her heel drives into Joel's liver, the surprisingly powerful spinning back kick knocks the air out of him and he struggles to breathe, his knees buckle under him and Emily grabs onto his hair, keeping him up. Emily then leaps up, using her palms to push her up and is perched on Joel's shoulders, her crotch on his face. She locks in the figure-four scissorhold and it's not long before Joel feels the debilitating effects of the scissorhold, and the semi-crotch smother. "I thought you liked having pussy on your face, right?" She giggles and then leans back and flips Joel onto his own head, knocking him out. Emily remains perched on his head, with her legs wrapped around him and she proceeds to finger herself as she masturbates on the unconscious Joel. The sensations intensifies and soon enough, she can't help but cum. While this happens, Joel could not respond to the count out and Emily is deemed the winner. She gives a double bicep pose as while she remains on top of Joel's face, using it to bring herself to a second deserved victory orgasm.

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Lacey Sky stands in the EWF interview area alongside Alex Curry. Lacey looks confident and ready for action, despite the fact that she has yet to have an official EWF match.

"Lacey, thank you for granting me an interview with you this evening," Alex smiles at her. "How does it feel to finally be back in action?"

"After being stonewalled by our 'wonderful' commissioner, it feels amazingly good... Especially since I'll be taking on the inexperienced little twat later this evening."

"Why such bad blood between you and Commissioner Mason? Have you ever had a good working relationship with her?"

Lacey rolls her eyes. "Chloe doesn't know the meaning of a 'good working relationship'. She's a lair, a cheat and selfish to the core. A person of those qualities has no business running a business, much less an entertainment organization like the EWF. It's no surprise that the owner of this company, Mr Raymond, is displeased with the direction of this organization. I promised him that I'd expose Chloe for the fraud that she is, and here we are... Chloe fighting for her reputation, trying to keep her lies from being exposed."

"There's been some conjecture about that. No one knows what's in those files-"

"Except for Chloe and myself," Lacey grins.

"Except for the two of you," Alex nods, "The rest of us aren't quite sure what to make of this. Commissioner Mason is obviously upset about this, which lends some credence to the fact that those files ARE damaging. So, win or lose, there are many people within this organization that are looking upon the Commissioner with suspicion."

"What do you mean, 'win or lose'?" Lacey gives Alex a 'give-me-a-break' look. "In the ring, Chloe is going to last exactly as long as I want her to last. Despite being inexperienced, she's going up against ME. She has no chance, Alex. And I plan on humiliating her tonight."

"What about the fact that Commissioner Mason has made the match 'Anything Goes Rules'? Doesn't that concern you?"

Lacey smirks. "I'm sure Chloe believes that will help her. Just as I'm sure that she has tricks and interference planned. It doesn't concern me at all, because in the end, she's a pathetic cheater who is going to get exactly what she deserves!"

"So you plan on giving the cipher key to Mr Raymond as you threatened?"

"After I humiliate her? Most definitely. Her lies and actions will be exposed to the EWF and she will be removed as Commissioner. And when I take over, things will be much different around here."

"What if Chloe wins?" Alex presses.

"That's impossible. But IF she somehow manages to cheat her way to victory tonight, that is just further proof of her character. Sure, she'll get the cipher key, but her reputation is already damaged. She'll have to deal with Mr Raymond regardless... And what I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall for THAT conversation."

"What will you do if Chloe is removed and you DO become Commissioner?"

"Why that's simple: Give fans the matches they actually want to see and transform the EWF into the Entertainment juggernaut it's always meant to be."

"Thank you for your time, Lacey."

Lacey smiles and looks Alex up and down a moment. "I think your future here could be very bright, Alex. Once I'm Commissioner, how would you feel about taking on a bit more responsibility?"

We don't get to see Alex's reaction as the camera cuts away to ringside.

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Match #5

Kanye West & Kim Kardashian vs. Lindsey & Taylor Swift

Tag Team Match

Participant Statistics:

Kanye West enters the arena to his own song: "POWER". He is an African American male with a toned build, standing at 5'8" and weighing around 160 lbs. He has short black hair and is wearing a gray t-shirt, blue jeans and black workboots.

Kim Kardashian enters the arena to "M.I.L.F.$" by Fergie. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'2" and weighing around 120 lbs. She has long raven hair and is wearing a black leather bodysuit and beige stiletto heels.

Lindsey enters the arena to "Pretty Girl Rock" by Keri Hilson. She is a Caucasian female with an average build, standing at 5'1" and weighing around 115 lbs. She has long & straight brunette hair and is wearing a black & red flannel shirt, blue jeans and brown ankle boots.

Taylor Swift enters the area to her own song: "Bad Blood". She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'11 and weighing around 119 lbs. She has medium length blonde hair and is dressed in a blue long-sleeved bodysuit with red ankle booties.

The Match:

Before the ref has a chance to ring the bell, the four competitors attack each other. Taylor spears Kim and Lindsey kicks and stomps Kanye's groin. But Kimye eventually gain the upperhand. Kim bulldogs Taylor, hooks her arms around the blonde's long legs and catapults her into the corner. Taylor groans as her boobs are crushed by the unforgiving turnbuckle pad. Kanye slams Lindsey on her back and leaps off of the turnbuckle, crushing the brunette's C cups with a devastating elbow drop. The referee finally breaks up the mayhem and rings the bell.

Lindsey and Kanye start the match. Kanye starts the match with an explosive European Uppercut. He continues to blast Lindsey with strikes until the brunette collapses in a daze. Kanye rips off the Southern Princess' top, revealing her dainty black bra. Lindsey screams in shock, wraps her arms over her cleavage and scurries to Taylor, tagging her in. Kanye tags in Kim as their leggy opponent rushes forward. Kim delivers a series of suplexes to Taylor, causing the blonde to arch her back in pain. Kim yanks Taylor to her feet and props the pop star against the ropes. Kim delivers several chops to Taylor's sore breasts. Each crushing blow echoes throughout the arena and is followed by an agonizing wail from the blue-eyed diva.

During the course of the match Lindsey and Taylor have taken every opportunity to cheat and double team their opponents. Every time Kim or Kanye are close to their opponent's corner, the person on the apron will strike them or distract them. Lindsey and Kanye are the legal wrestlers in the ring now. Kanye has placed Lindsey over his knee and is about to spank the struggling Southern Princess when Taylor interferes, jumping on Kanye and scratching his eyes, while Kim impatiently holds her hand out for the tag. The referee forces Taylor back to her corner as Kanye slowly gets to his feet. Using his last ounce of strength, Kanye punts Lindsey and DDTs her. The two lay on the mat, exhausted. Lindsey crawls toward Taylor for a tag as Kanye slowly gets to his feet.

Kanye grabs Lindsey, dragging her away from Taylor's reach, and forces her to Kim's corner. He scoops Lindsey up and slams her down. Kanye tags Kim and lifts Lindsey's legs, spreading them wide, as Kim climbs the turnbuckle. Kim performs their team's signature move: Foreplay. Kim leaps off, headbutting Lindsey's crotch. Lindsey spasmodically convulses and howls as she clutches her aching pussy. Taylor shouts at Kimye in disbelief as the ref checks on Lindsey. Kanye shrugs, grabs Taylor's hair and flips her into the ring. Kanye rips off Swift's top, revealing her dainty bra, scoop slams Taylor and spreads her long legs. Kim climbs the turnbuckle and headbutts Taylor as well. Swift sobs out as she rolls across the mat, cupping her battered groin.

The battle is drawing to a close. Both teams are determined to defeat and publicly humiliate their rivals once and for all. Taylor looks disheveled as she wobbles across the ring. "You're not looking too Swift, Tay. You look like you need a makeover." Kim smirks before slamming her knee into Taylor's groin. Taylor groans and bends over, her hands wedged between her thighs. Kim pulls Swift's face into her cleavage, motor-boating the humiliated Diva. Kim easily pushes her to the mat. "Hmm, that didn't seem to work. Maybe you need a closer look at true perfection." Kim giggles as she sits down on Taylor's face. Swift's features are encased in Kim's famous ass as the socialite bumps and grinds. Lindsey looks on in horror as Kim pins Swift for the three count and Kimye are announced the winners. Lindsey rushes in the ring and pushes Kim off of Taylor but she is immediately KO'd by Kanye's diamond cutter. Kimye KO Swift with several stomps and smirk down at the two beaten divas. Kim strips Taylor and Lindsey down to their bra and panties and positions the two women side by side. Kanye stands over them and whips his dick out. Kim strokes her husband off, causing him to shower Lindsey's and Taylor's dozing faces with thick streams of jizz. Kim takes out her phone and takes pictures of the two ladies, posting the pictures on snapchat. Kimye leave their conquered, cum-soaked foes in the ring and head to the back.

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DJ was feeling relatively confident in the lead up to his EWF debut. A highly-talented multi-sport athlete, he was here to make an name for himself and capture title belts, after successfully doing so in other combat sports. Initially when he heard about his first opponent, he was amused. He had taken down high-level karatekas before, even ones his size, so a much smaller opponent shouldn't be a problem. However, as he watched the tapes of her previous bouts, he began to get annoyed. "What the hell, Commissioner Mason?" he muttered in the dark of the film room, as clips of Annie's techniques played on the projector "How did you know? Did that bitch Sophie tip you off?"

No matter, he told himself - this was just a chance to prove how good he was, that he could overcome his weaknesses and prove a real contender in the EWF. DJ wasn't happy to be just another guy, trying to use the EWF to work out their deep-rooted issues with women. He was there to prove he was the best. And if this was the first step on that road, so be it!

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Match #6

Annie "The Karate Kid" Lind vs. David "DJ" Johnson

(Kick-)Boxing Match

Participant Statistics:

Annie "The Karate Kid" Lind stands at 5'1 and weighs around 115 lbs. She has long brunette hair and is dressed in a White Karate Gi, tied with a brown belt.

David "DJ" Johnson enters the arena to "Anarchy in the UK" by the Sex Pistols. He is an African American male with an athletic build, standing at 6'2" and weighing around 200 lbs. He has short, curly black hair and is wearing a Union Jack patterned Speedo.

The Match:

DJ is clearly uncomfortable as he stares at Annie's toes, watching her feet glide across the canvas. He swallows hard and brings his guard up, but his eyes aren't looking where they should be. A fist slams into his stomach, his hard abs absorbing the blow, and then push kick hits into his forearms, knocking him back off the ropes. As he bounces forward his eyes trace as Annie's foot moves through the air, his mind screaming to dodge. At the last second he whips his head aside and counters with two weak jabs that land, but swings wide on the follow-up hook, as his eyes fall to the floor again. "Dammit DJ, focus... focus" he growls to himself as he tries to circle and create space, feeling an uncomfortable growing sensation under his union jack trunks!

DJ is finding his rhythm now, as Annie is unable to get inside his reach. The big man sticks jabs into her face constantly, following up with shots to her body as she tries to dance away around the outside, wearing her down and dazing her. Desperate, Annie slips under a jab and charges in, but DJ is ready and grabs her around the neck in a Thai clinch! A series of shuddering knees to her gut lift her clean off the floor. DJ drops her in a crumpled heap and stalks back to his corner as Annie claws her way back up using the ropes, clutching her battered abs. She barely makes it to her feet in time to beat the count, and even then she's a sweaty, panting mess, marked up by DJ's jabs and barely able to move without clutching her bruised midsection.

The big black warrior is completely in the zone. He stalks Annie like she's a wounded gazelle. "Come on baby, don't tell me you're beaten already? Is that belt really black? Or did a white one get stained in the wash?" Furious at this disrespect, Annie screams and attacks wildly. DJ grins at this, and easily deflects a high-kick with his forearm before catching her follow up middle-kick, pinning her right leg to his body. "Too slow, you daft bat!" he taunts "Let's give this a whirl!" He flings away her leg, spinning her around and pounces as she stumbles off balance, ripping a gorgeous two-punch combo into her gut. The second punch is a perfectly placed left hook that smashes into her liver. Annie's eye bug out, her cheeks puff and she collapses in a heap, writhing in absolute agony, clearly unable to continue. Wordlessly, DJ thrusts his arms into the air and walks off, half the crowd cheering, the other half stunned into silence at the dismantling of the former contender.

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Chloe paces back and forth in the staging area near the stage entrance. She's dressed for action and is obviously stressed out. A lot is riding on this match and she's obviously feeling the pressure.

Two beefy security guards stand next to her, obviously keeping watch over her.

As Super-Grrl approaches, the security guards step in front of the Commissioner and block her path. Super-Grrl glares up at them. "If you don't step out of my way in the next ten seconds, you will officially be unics."

"It's okay," Chloe tells them from behind. "I asked her to meet me."

The security guards slowly move, obviously not happy with Super-Grrl's threat.

"You need to train your guard dogs, better," Super-Grrl tells Chloe as the Commissioner steps forward.

"I like them mean and unruly," Chloe replies. "It comes in handy. Thanks for meeting me here. I have a proposition for you."

"A proposition?" Super-Grrl asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. I'm prepared to offer you a favor - ANYTHING you want - if you accompany me to ringside tonight... If you stand with me in my corner. The help and training you and Emily have given this past week has been wonderful. But I could use any and all support you could give me."

"That's very tempting," Super-Grrl replies, "but it's not in my interests to involve myself in matches that don't personally concern me."

"I'll make it worth your while. Like I said, anything you want. I know you want the fraternity gone. I can make that happen. Just help me out!"

"Is that a promise?" Super-Grrl looks Chloe in the eyes. "Everyone but Super-Stud, gone?"

"Help me win and they won't have another match here."

"Commissioner, you are far too desperate. And desperate people make dangerous mistakes. Trust me, I know."

"Will you help me?" Chloe asks, her eyes pleading.

"How can I pass up such an offer. I'll be there," Super-Grrl grins. "Just make sure you keep your promise."

"I always keep my promises," Chloe smiles, gives Super-Grrl a quick hug, then heads out into the arena for her match with Lacey...

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Match #7

Chloe Mason vs. Lacey Sky

"Anything Goes" Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Chloe Mason enters the arena to "Yeah, Yeah" by Bodyrox. She is a Caucasian female with a slim build, standing at 5'2" and weighing around 110 lbs. She has long curly blonde hair and is wearing a loose red jumper over her torso, her legs covered with black fencenet stockings.

Lacey Sky enters the arena to "Naked" by the Goo Goo Dolls. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'7" and weighing around 120 lbs. She has long blonde hair and is wearing a sleeveless flannel vest tied above her midriff, short denim daisy dukes and red knee-high stiletto boots.

The Match:

As the match starts, Lacey and Chloe lock up in the middle of the ring. Lacey immediately overpowers Chloe, twirls here around and plants her in the middle of the ring with a DDT! Smiling wickedly, Lacey crawls on top of Chloe's groaning body and sits on her stomach. Chloe tries to push Lacey off, but the Queen Bitch grabs her wrists and holds them to the ground as she gives the Commissioner a prolonged breast smother. "How do you like my tits, Chloe? At least now you know that they are perfect AND real!" Chloe wiggles and kicks, trying to dislodge her more experienced rival and get some air back in her lungs.

Chloe's security guards get into the act and enter the ring. Lacey has Chloe pinned against a turnbuckle as one of the guards grab Lacey's hair from behind. She twirls around and backhands the man across the face. He stumbles away, but Chloe takes advantage and drives a kick up between Lacey's legs. The Queen Bitch falls to her hands and knees as the 2nd Security guard grabs her and picks her up. Lacey immediately gives the man an Arm Drag, tossing him into the Commissioner! Chloe is smashed against the turnbuckle and the two fall into a heap. The first security guard comes back and Lacey quickly gives him a Drop Toe Hold, putting him down on top of the 2nd Guard and the Commissioner! As the guards get to their feet, Lacey gives each of them a kick to the ass, sending them spilling outside the ring.

Super-Grrl comes down to ringside. She enters the ring and grabs Lacey from behind. Lacey strikes back by kicking at Super-Grrl's ankle. Chloe kicks out and strikes Lacey in the back of the knee, causing her to stumble. Super-Grrl punches Lacey in the stomach, picks her up, turns her upside down and Piledrives her into the canvas!

Lacey isn't looking too good as Chloe takes control of the match. The Commissioner places Lacey in a schoolgirl pin and uses her finger and palm to seal Lacey's nose and mouth. The Queen Bitch bucks and kicks, trying to get some air, but her struggles quickly ebb and she gets a glassy look in her eyes. Smiling, Chloe releases the hold and then scoots herself back so that she's sitting on Lacey's stomach. Placing her feet on Lacey's face, Chloe pinches the Queen Bitch's nose shut with her toes and covers the mouth with her in-step. Lacey tries to fight once again, but the lack of air has her passing out pretty quickly. Chloe has some fun, shaking Lacey's head back and forth a couple times before releasing the hold and slapping Lacey's head back and forth with her other foot a couple times. Before telling the referee to count her out, Chloe spreads Lacey's legs and gives her a hard kick to the cunt. "You deserve that, fucking bitch!" Chloe spits in her face. The referee then gives Lacey a 10 count, declaring Chloe the winner! Chloe steps on Lacey's face a final time and poses for victory pictures.
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EWF Domination - 10/7/2016

Cameras capture Taylor and Lindsey preparing for their match against Lacey Sky. Their preparations include rubbing lotion on their skin and posing in front of a large mirror.

"You ready, Lindsey?" Taylor asks, running her fingers through her golden locks.

"Tay, I'm more than ready. I just feel bad for the audience. I mean, they have to actually see Lacey's fat ass in these hideous booty shorts." Lindsey scoffs, placing her hands on her hips, "I'm sure that they would much rather look at my perfect backside. But, it's not like any of them deserve to see this perfection!"

"Tell me about it! They're going to miss out on your ass and my long, slender legs," Taylor quips, running her fingertips down her legs to accentuate her statement."

"It's so sad that all of the creeps in the crowd will have to settle for Lacey's cellulite-ridden body!" Lindsey concurs. "And they'll get an eye-full tonight."

"Once we're through with her she'll be showing a lot of skin," Taylor giggles.

"You know it, Tay! Tonight Lacey is going to find herself in a very familiar position. She's going to be sprawled on her back, completely naked, like the slut that she is. And after we beat her tonight, she's going to prove the world why I'm the Southern Princess."

"How are you going to do that, Linds?"

"I'm going to make her get on her knees and kiss my ass!" Lindsey smirks.

"That sounds perfect!" Taylor grins. "It's time to show that Burger Queen bitch who's boss!"

"That's the plan. Let's go shame the biggest slut in the EWF!" Lindsey finishes rubbing lotion on her body and the two devious divas strut out of their dressing room.

Earlier that night Lindsey steps in Chloe's office, gingerly greeting the commissioner. "I have a proposition for my match against Lacey."

"And what might that be?" Chloe asks, obviously intrigued.

"I want to place a stipulation that if Lacey loses, she must voluntarily kneel down and kiss my ass."

"That will put that bitch in her place! Consider it done." Chloe grins.

"She needs to learn a lesson in humility. She needs to realize that I'm superior than her in every way." Lindsey smirks, arrogantly flipping her hair.

"I couldn't agree more. But, as you know, if I add a stipulation for her, I must add a stipulation for you as well."

"That's fine with me. That bitch doesn't have a chance against me and Taylor." Lindsey scoffs.

"What do you have in mind for your stipulation? Should I make a Kiss My Ass stipulation?" Chloe asks.

"Hell no! I don't want Lacey to even think that I would ever press my precious lips against that pile of lard that she considers an ass."

"Well, what do you want to do?"

Lindsey taps her chin, contemplating a stipulation. "How about... hmm... Oh, what about this. If she somehow beats me and Taylor tonight, I will fight her in a one on one match. And she can choose any stipulation she likes for the match."

"That sounds good to me," Chloe smiles. "I can't wait to see the two of you humiliate that bitch!"

"Don't worry, Commissioner. Taylor and I will make sure that Lacey is humbled. That bitch isn't going to be the same once we're through with her!"

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear," Chloe snickers.

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EWF Domination opens in it's usual spectacular fashion: loud music, cheering fans and fireworks galore! As the introductory music fades away and the fireworks display comes to an end, "Naked" by the Goo Goo Dolls hits the speakers and Lacey Sky (accompanied by her sister, Melody) exits out of the back and heads on down to ringside. She doesn't look very happy and ignores the fans - both cheers and boos - as she enters the ring. She receives a microphone from the referee and turns to look up at the large video screen hanging over the entryway. Melody finishes flirting with some fans in the front row and enters the ring behind Lacey.

"Chloe... Commissioner Mason... I know you are here tonight. I know you are hiding away somewhere, but I know for a fact that you can hear me. From the bottom of my heart, I'd like to thank you. Yes, you heard me right... I said 'thank you'. I want to thank you for being the petty, spoiled little brat that you are and showing everyone here your true colors. You were doing great for a while, letting everything think of you as the honorable and benevolent Commissioner who was above it all. But we ALL know that isn't the case anymore, is it?"

Melody shakes her head no and gives a thumbs-down gesture as the crowd reacts with mixed boos and cheers.

"I especially enjoyed the fact that you employed security guards for our match last week," Lacey continues. "Not to mention a certain 'superheroine' who stuck her nose in our business. Listen well, Super-Grrl... You made a deal with the devil. Affiliating yourself with someone like Commissioner Mason is the stupidest thing you can do... Career-wise AND legally. Let's just say that I think you need a wake-up call!"

Melody nods and claps for her sister, again with a mixed reaction from the crowd.

"Now, onto tonight... Our wonderful Commissioner has placed me in a handicap match with two of the biggest cunts in this federation. Lindsey... Taylor... With the way you two screw around back stage, I'm surprised there aren't sanitary wipes in every single room. You think your little tricks and jokes are funny? You think you can get away with disparaging my sister and I? Well, it's time to see if you have the ability to back up your bullshit. Get your asses out here, now!"

The crowd bursts into cheers, wanting to see this match go down.

"My sister and I owe you trailer-park twats some hardcore payback!" Lacey hands the microphone to Melody and then turns back to face the entrance as Melody exits the ring.

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Match #1

Lacey Sky vs. Lindsey & Taylor Swift

Tag-Team Handicap Match

Participant Statistics:

Lacey Sky enters the arena to "Naked" by the Goo Goo Dolls. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'7" and weighing around 120 lbs. She has long blonde hair and is wearing a sleeveless flannel vest tied above her midriff, short denim daisy dukes and red knee-high stiletto boots. She is accompanied by her sister, Melody Sky.

Lindsey enters the arena to "Pretty Girl Rock" by Keri Hilson. She is a Caucasian female with an average build, standing at 5'1" and weighing around 115 lbs. She has long & straight brunette hair and is wearing a black & red flannel shirt, blue jeans and brown ankle boots.

Taylor Swift enters the area to her own song: "Bad Blood". She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'11 and weighing around 119 lbs. She has medium length blonde hair and is also dressed in a black & red flannel shirt, blue jeans and brown ankle boots.

The Match:

Lacey and Lindsey start off in the middle of the ring. Lindsey attempts to bitch slap Lacey, but the Queen Bitch blocks it. "Let me show you how it's done, 'sweetie'," Lacey mocks as she hauls off and belts Lindsey across the face! Lindsey spins around 180 degrees and immediately gets a boot to the ass from the Queen Bitch. Taylor immediately tags in as Lindsey collides with their corner turnbuckle. The Pop Diva runs forward to attack, but Lacey immediately takes her off her feet with a back body drop! Taylor writhes in pain as Lacey smirks down at her. "Really!? You two are pathetic! You can't even-" Lacey is cut off as Lindsey dropkicks her in the back and sends her sprawling over Taylor! The referee sends her back to her corner as Lacey and Taylor wrap their legs around each other and struggle for dominance on the canvas.

Lacey and Taylor are struggling in the middle of the ring. Lacey manages to get the upper hand as she manages to get her legs around Taylor's neck and pour on the pressure! Taylor starts whining, reaching out to her corner with a pathetic look on her face. Lacey grins and grabs Taylor's visible panties, yanking them upwards and giving the out-classed Diva a major wedgie! Lindsey immediately enters the ring and swings a kick at Lacey's head! The impact has the Queen bitch seeing stars as she releases Taylor and rolls across the ring. Taylor immediately gets up and gives Lindsey a tag, retreating to her corner. As Lindsey reaches the downed blonde, Lacey reaches up and grabs Lindsey by the front of her shirt, yanking her forward and out of the ring! Lindsey lands hard and finds herself taking several stomps to the back from Melody. The referee is distracted from all of this as he prevents Taylor from entering the ring.

Angered by Melody's attack, Lindsey changes her focus to put an end to the little cowgirl. Taylor, meanwhile, locks up with Lacey in the ring. Lindsey grabs Melody by the hair and begins shaking her, telling her to stay out of her business. Melody responds with a well-placed punch to the face! Lindsey reels back, unable to escape Melody who grabs her by the hair and SLAMS her head into the steel ring steps! Lindsey falls to the ground unconscious. Taylor fares just as well as she is out-wrestled and out-maneuvered by the Queen Bitch. Lacey forces Taylor's face down to her foot and demands that the Pop Diva kiss her boots. Taylor defiantly refuses, and Lacey puts out her lights with a well-placed knee to the forehead. The referee moves in, but Lacey waves him off before making eye-contact with her sister and giving her a nod. The Sky sisters immediately strip both Taylor and Lindsey completely naked. The crowd loves this, cheering all the while. Melody rolls Lindsey into the ring while Lacey positions Taylor face-up in the middle of the ring. The Queen Bitch then drags Lindsey over to Taylor and drops her face-down on top of the Diva in a 69 position. Lacey then steps on the back of Lindsey's head, forcing her nose and mouth into Taylor's pussy as she poses victoriously. The referee gives a 10 count as Lacey continues to stand there, pressing Lindsey's face into Taylor's crotch.

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Super-Stud stomps down the hallways towards the Commissioner's office, a look of extreme anger on his face. He passes through the small reception room, expecting someone to be there to stop him, but there is no one around. He reaches the double doors and immediately pounds on them.

"Commissioner! We need to talk about the fact that you fired all the members of the Fraternity of Miosgyny! You had them all ARRESTED! You've been dodging me for two weeks straight! We need to talk NOW!"

Getting no response, Super-Stud hauls back and kicks out! His foot slams into the middle of the double doors, breaking the lock and knocking them inwards!

Looking like an enraged bull, he steps forward and pushes the doors open, glaring into the office. No one is there.

"Chloe, you God-damn FUCKING BITCH!!!!!!" He screams. "I WILL find you before this night is over!"

He spins around and stomps back down the hallway, angry as hell.

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Match #2

Joel vs. Justice

(Kick-)Boxing Match

Participant Statistics:

Joel enters the arena to "How you like me now?" by The Heavy. He is a Caucasian male with a toned build, standing at 6'3" and weighing around 185 lbs. He has short and trimmed brunette hair with a matching beard and is wearing a blue Speedo.

Justice enters the arena to The Pride by FFDP (Instrumental). She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'6" and weighing around 125 lbs. She has short raven hair and is wearing a red, white and blue flag-themed latex bodysuit, star-spangled leg warmers and beige platform heels.

The Match:

Justice and Joel square off in the ring and he's obviously impressed at the heroine. She sees the bulge growing inside his pants and Justice stares daggers at him. "Disgusting..." Justice gives the big man a swift kick between the legs, the toe of her beige platform heel strikes at his bulge, dropping him to his knees. A Spinning roundhouse kick from Justice puts him down on the canvas!

Joel's bulging erection is completely noticeable as Justice kicks him around the ring. He tries fighting back with punches and grapples, but he's too slow and Justice easily maneuvers around him and countering with her own attacks. Joel soon takes a high kick that plows into his chin, knocking him back into a turnbuckle. "Hmph! Guess these muscles are just for show..." Justice runs forward and leaps up in the air, and her knee smashes him right in the face! Dazed, he slides down until he's sitting on the canvas.

Justice bouncing around easily in her heels while Joel looks dazed and struggling to keep standing on his own two feet. Justice delivers a left-right jab combo to Joel's face and then a hard front kick to his belly that bends him over, gasping for air. Justice sneers at him before pivoting on her heel, spinning round and her heel strikes at his temple, almost taking his head off with the spinning heel kick. Joel falls backwards like a tree, unconscious and spread-eagled in the middle of the ring. The referee counts him out and awards Justice a victory by knockout. She stands over his body, her beige platform heel placed on his chest, posing over the unconscious Joel.

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Sophie is a little bit amused but also a little bit put out after her first match. While winning felt nice, and taking down a pathetic opponent was a good way to ease herself into the EWF, she also wondered if the match was a result of her being underestimated by the management. Surely this week she would face someone tougher than Dan? Understandably she wasn't delighted when she heard it was Super-Stud. "This guy sucks!" she said to herself as she sat down, pale legs crossed, watching tapes of his fights "For a big guy... has the strength, has the speed, doesn't know how to put it together. And the showboating! This guy could be a real threat if he focused on the bouts. But I guess he's fighting as much behind the scenes as he is in the ring... idiot." Sophie teased her hair and chewed on the pen she was using to take notes. At least he's big, she thought, at least I'll look good tossing his arse around. Her thought wandered momentarily... it was a cute arse!

She giggled and shook her head. "He's not good enough, girl, get a grip..." she mumbled. It would be nice to get in there and teach a misogynistic prick a lesson. Dan was just kind of helpless, so she felt she had maybe been a bit cruel to him in trying to drive home that she was more than just wank-material for creepy fans. With Stud? Well, if he wanted to abuse women, there was no need to feel bad when he found himself being abused by a woman - being abused by her! Sophie took the pen out of her mouth and felt a broad smile cross her lips. This was going to be a fun night!

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Match #3

Sophie Anderson vs. Super-Stud

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Sophie Anderson enters the arena to "Pressure" by Paramore. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 4'11" and weighing around 95 lbs. She has long red hair and is wearing a white blouse with tartan trim, tied up above her midriff, and a grey pleated skirt.

Super-Stud enters the arena to "You're The Best" by Joe Esposito. He is a Caucasian male with a muscular build, standing at 6'2" and weighing around 275 lbs. He has short raven hair and is wearing his costume Superman outfit, designed to show off his superior physique.

The Match:

The diminutive judoka is clearly not afraid of the hulking man, having seen enough from him last week to know that his brashness is a weakness, and having heard rumors that he is completely distracted from fighting by backstage goings on. She shocks Stud by going on the offensive, reaching up and grabbing the big man by the neck, pushing her hip into his groin and flipping him to the ground! The stunned Stud lads with an almighty crash and rolls away, clutching his back. Before he can get to his feet, Sophie is on him, leaping feet first into his crotch, causing the big man to squeal in pain. As he writhes in pain, she flips around and is barely able to wrap her small legs around Stud's head and arm, making him choke and sputter in a tight sankaku-jime!

Stud is completely off balance from Sophie's shocking assault as she clambers all over him, applying hold after hold, and flipping him head over-heels at will. Stud is too dazed and confused to mount any real offense and seems content to just take the abuse. "Come on, big guy" Sophie laughs as she tosses him into the turnbuckle, "I thought you were better than women? You don't look very superior from on your back!" Stud lies on the ground groaning. "Is this it?" Sophie smirks, stomping on his chest "Is this the best you've got? I got more resistance from that pot-bellied, noodle-armed Dan than I'm getting from you, you pathetic excuse for a man!" Sophie drags the groggy Stud to his feet and then sends him crashing back down head-first with a harai goshi.

Sophie stalks around the floored Stud, who is clearly in no position to fight back, moaning and cradling his battered head and body. "Well," she grins, "Might as well have some fun here! Let's see if that big, muscular body is good for something, since it's clearly not good for fighting!" She drops her slight frame onto Stud's chest and runs her hands down his pecs "Hmmm, hard" she casts a glance over her shoulder "And its not just your muscles that are!" She then scoots forward and plants her crotch over Stud's face, wrapping her legs tight around his head and grinding back and forth, cutting off the air flow and rendering the male unconscious in seconds. "Aww" she says as she feels him go limp "that's the problem with men these days, no stamina!" She gets up, lightly slapping Stud's erection with her sole as she steps over him. She paused for a second, in thought, before chirping "If you're too pathetic to make me cum, I'm sure as hell not going to let you have fun!" The redhead walks away, climbing the turnbuckle and flexes her small but toned arms for the adoring crowd.

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Match #4

Melody Sky vs. Levi - The Great

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Melody Sky enters the arena to "Domino" by Jessie J. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'0" and weighing around 110 lbs. She has long brunette hair with blonde hi-lites and is wearing a pink halter top, denim booty shorts and brown cowgirl boots.

Levi - The Great enters the arena to "War" by Linkin Park. He has a skinny build, standing at 5'5" and weighing around 111 lbs. He has short black hair with blonde hi-lites and is wearing black elbow pads, black hand gloves, black knee pads, black boots and black pants with green flames.

The Match:

The bell rings to start the match and Melody approaches Levi with a coy look on her face. "You're pretty cute!" she tells him. "Wouldn't you rather make out than fight?" Levi smiles and the two move forward to kiss. Just before their lips touch, Melody's knee rockets up into his crotch! "I would rather fight!" Melody tells him gleefully as he sinks to his knees.

Melody forces Levi onto his back in the middle of the ring and sits on his chest. "I'm really sad," she tells him. "My favorite horse died the other day. I need a brand new one... Will YOU be my new horsey?" Before Levi can respond, Melody shifts and drives her knee into his crotch! "All of my horses are neutered... Can't have them causing problems!"

Melody locks in a Sleeperhold which drops Levi to his knees. The ref checks Levi's hand three times, registering no resistance from him whatsoever. Turning, the ref calls for the bell and awards the match to Melody. She releases the sleeperhold and slaps Levi awake. He blearily looks around at his surroundings. Melody pushes him forward so that he's on his hands and knees and kicks him in the ass so that he crawls out of the ring. Having done so, she forces him to remain in that position as she sits on his back. Levi is forced to be Melody's horse and carry her out of the arena.

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The camera cuts backstage to show Super-Stud still searching for Commissioner Mason. He walks past a refreshment table and immediately upends it, sending a fruit platter, a pitcher of water, and pastries flying everywhere.

As he moves on, Alex Curry approaches him with a microphone in hand. "Super-Stud!" she calls out, trying to get his attention.

He ignores her and keeps moving down the hallway. She does her best to catch-up and match his speed.

"Why are you looking for the Commissioner?" she asks, sticking the microphone in his face.

Super-Stud slaps her hand away and turns to face her. "Keep your fucking hand out of my face before I break it, understand?"

"My apologies," Alex swallows hard. "But why are you looking for Commissioner Mason?"

"Come on, Alex... You aren't THAT fucking stupid, are you? She had my Fraternity brothers arrested! ARRESTED!! Hauled off like common criminals! Un-fucking-believable!!!"

"Well, they WERE criminals. Each of them had a record of rape..."

"Bullshit!" Super-Stud spits back at her. "This country is all sorts of fucked up when a woman consents to having sex, then cries rape as soon as they get what they want out of the man. The laws of this country favor the cum-dumpsters and it's not fair! Commissioner Mason has a lot to answer for tonight!"

Alex looks completely appalled. "How can you stand to think that way?"

"Because it's SUPPOSED to be a man's world, you stupid bitch! Now... Where is Commissioner Mason? She and I have some business to discuss."

"I have no idea where she is. I think--"

Alex doesn't get to finish that sentence as Super-Stud brings up his hands and gives her a shove! Alex stumbles backwards, unable to keep her balance and falls on her ass.. the microphone clattering out of her hands and rolling down the hallway.

Super-Stud stomps off again, continuing his search, ignoring Alex's cries of outrage and pain...

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Match #5

Super-Grrl vs. "Weak" Dan

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Super-Grrl enters the arena to "For Once In My Life" by Mel B. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'2" and weighing around 120 lbs. She has long blonde hair and is wearing a patent leather Supergirl costume along with blue fishnet stockings and red stiletto boots.

"Weak" Dan is a Caucasian male with a skinny-fat build, standing at 5'11" and weighing around 180 lbs. He has a brown buzzcut and is wearing a blue T-shirt, gray sweat-shorts and black shoes.

The Match:

Dan charges forward right out of the gate, ready to put the hurt on his female opponent. But Super-Grrl meets his charge head-on and delivers a Spinebuster! Dan has the wind knocked out of him and Super-Grrl grabs his ankles, rolls him over, and puts him in a Boston Crab. Dan grunts and groans, reaching out his arms to the referee as if asking to be saved. Super-Grrl continues to crank on the pressure.

Dan uses his superior height and weight to bully Super-Grrl to the ground. He tries climbing on top of her, but Super-Grrl gets her legs up and crosses her ankles over Dan's throat as she grab a hold of his arm. She pulls Dan forward, effectively choking him with her ankles. He soon gives up trying to grab a hold of Super-Grrl and instead concentrates on freeing himself. He only manages to fall onto his right-hand side where Super-Grrl increases the pressure of the choke. She releases Dan as his face starts to turn purple and he rolls away, coughing and gagging for air.

As the match nears it's conclusion, Lacey Sky walks out onto the stage with a microphone in hand. "Hey, Super-Slut!" she calls out, distracting the blonde in the ring. "How would you like a little payback for what you did to me last week?"

Super-Grrl delivers an uppercut to Dan which knocks him on his ass and turns to watch Lacey walk down the ramp to the ring. She runs forward and slides out under the bottom rope, getting in Lacey's face. The two women argue before they trade slaps, and then start throwing punches. The referee exits the ring and tries to break them up. Dan exits the ring as well and grabs a nearby folding chair. As the referee finally manages to separate the two women and push Lacey away, Dan delivers a crunching chair shot to the back of Super-Grrl's head! She crumples to the ground as Dan quickly throws the chair away. Lacey smiles and heads backstage as Dan stomps away at Super-Grrl's nearly unconscious body. The referee orders them back into the ring, and Dan rolls her inside.

Dan hefts Super-Grrl into the air and slams her to the canvas. Having her at his mercy, Dan rebounds off the ring ropes and goes for a Body Splash! But Super-Grrl gets her knees up and Dan has the wind knocked out of him as his gut comes down on her knees. Super-Grrl stands up and, with supreme effort, grabs Dan as he gets to his feet and delivers The Superior Solution - Piledriving his head onto the mat! Super-Grrl immediately scoots forward and sits on his face for the pin count. Standing up, she kick's Dan' semi-conscious body in frustrated anger and leaves the ring.

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DJ smiles as he opens his email, seeing the list of matches and his next opponent. "Damn", he says to himself, "Looks like they're impressed - last match is the most important, right?" He puts the thought out of his head, realizing how cocky that sounded when he has no idea how the EWF's match-order actually works. Maybe something to ask Chloe Mason at some point, but she seemed pretty preoccupied with other goings-on. "You'd think a Commissioner would have more control over the league" he mutters to himself. "Might have to do something about that at some stage if she's going to make a habit out of this." Brilliance may thrive in chaos, but there's a cap on how much recognition it can get when the people who are meant to reward it are losing their grip. And DJ was here to win, to prove he was the best. If the Federation's internal struggles were going to get in his way, well, DJ would cross that bridge if and when he came to it!

Putting concerns about struggles that he hoped would resolve themselves without need his involvement out of his head, DJ's mind turned to his next opponent. Emily Waters... hmm. DJ thought back to her performance he had witnessed against Joel, an impressive display of female skill and power. There weren't many opponents here he could take lightly, that much was for sure. And Joel wasn't the first big man she'd beaten either. Emily looked taller and stronger than Annie too, and despite Annie's skills, DJ had met her in a match that suited him down to the ground. Wrestling was less of a forte for him, although he knew he was still going to have a massive strength advantage, he would need to be careful here. "No easy matches", he grunted, closing his computer. "Well, from the ladies anyway." DJ shook his head slowly as he thought of the standard of men, if you could call some of them that, in the league.

He had respect for female fighters, but had been pretty down seeing how badly some of his fellow men had done in the last event. Don't want the girls getting cocky, he thought, striding towards the training area. Need to make sure they at least have a reason to respect the men in this league, and the men need to learn some damn self-respect. I'm going to remind them of that!

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Emily stands in the EWF interview area alongside Alex Curry. Emily, as always, looks confident and ready for action, showing a beaming smile as she waves to the cameras.

"Emily, thank you for granting me an interview with you this evening." Alex smiles at her.

"Oh it's no problem!" Emily giggles.

"And congrats on your last match! An impressive win!"

"Thanks! I certainly don't want to start a losing streak now. I still have something to prove!"

Alex smiles. "Of course! Speaking of which, your opponent tonight, DJ, certainly has something to prove. And he's come from an impressive win on his debut. What are your thoughts?"

"He's good. And it was an impressive win after beating Annie. But I'm still not yet convinced though. Sure Annie's tough, she did have him in trouble in the early stage of the match and DJ was quite distracted there, but he still has that size advantage. Now he's facing someone more taller than her. And, if I can say, more better than Annie."

"So you think DJ doesn't stand a chance?"

"Well all I know is that he will have more of a difficult time with me. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the guy, he's at least better than those chauvinistic pigs. However, I certainly don't want to lose again so I'll be coming at him with everything I got! And I know he will too!"

Alex nods "Well you always know how to put on a show, that's for sure!"

"I sure do! And I'm gonna give the people what they want!"

"Well thank you for your time and good luck!"

"Thanks Alex!" Emily smiles.

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Match #6

Emily Waters vs. David "DJ" Johnson

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Emily Waters enters the arena to "One For the Money" by Escape the Fate. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'8" and weighing around 135 lbs. She has long brunette hair and is wearing a blue metallic-foil snake print bikini with matching platform heels.

David "DJ" Johnson enters the arena to "Anarchy in the UK" by the Sex Pistols. He is an African American male with an athletic build, standing at 6'2" and weighing around 200 lbs. He has short, curly black hair and is wearing a Union Jack patterned Speedo.

The Match:

Emily slips off her heels just before the match begins. "Just for safety." She giggles, getting into his head already as she swipes the platform heels out of the ring with her bare foot, bobbing a bit more in her corner. The bell rings and they both circle each other. DJ is clearly uncomfortable as he just stares and her feet as they glide on the canvas. Emily notices this, confirming her suspicions. She takes advantage and dashes in, grabbing on DJ's shoulders and driving her knee straight into his gut! "Should be focusing on the match, you know?" Emily taunts while DJ bends forward, the air knocked out of him. Emily then places her foot on his belly and she leans back, throwing the bigger fighter over her, sending him crashing onto the canvas. Emily somersaults back and she lands on his chest, pinning him down with a schoolgirl pin.

It's all going downhill for DJ, struggling to focus on the match as Emily's devastating kicks strike at his body and face. She can see he's clearly distracted as her bare feet attacks his body and head, even more evident as his erection grows. She then hits a perfect scissor kick takedown, sending him on his back on the mats once again. Emily quickly mounts him and she grabs his arms, her feet shoot towards his head, the top of her feet resting on his neck. She then rolls herself over with him, locking in the ankle choke, her toes curl out and locking him in place. DJ struggles to breathe as he's getting choked out but his erection still tents up under his union flag briefs.

Emily has DJ pinned in a corner, her foot pressing on his neck. She watches him struggle, the erection embarrassingly poking out and distorting the union jack briefs. "Seems to me that you're liking this quite a lot, aren't you?" She taunts as she sees his struggles getting weaker. She lets go, removing her foot from his neck. "I think it's time we wrap this up, don't cha think?" Emily then leaps on the middle ropes and bouncing off them, wrapping her legs around his neck in a scissorhold. She then leans back and flips him onto his head, instantly knocking him out. Emily then lets go of the scissorhold, scoots back and sitting on his chest, placing her feet all over his face. DJ could not react to the ref and he is counted out, giving Emily the victor. She does a few bicep poses as she preens for the cameras, her feet still on DJ's face.

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The camera cuts to the parking lot where Super-Stud stands next to a limousine. He has a sledgehammer in hand as he grins at the camera.

"Okay, Chloe... Since you seem unwilling to talk to me, it looks like I have to get your attention. And since you hurt me, I figure I can return the favor and hurt you. I know you really like this limo. You take it everywhere you go. So I figure I'll start busting it up until you come talk to me. So either you and I are going to do some business tonight, face-to-face... Or you're going to need a new ride. Ball's in your court now, Commish!"

Super-Stud hefts the sledgehammer and turns to the limo. With one powerful swing, he shatters the windshield, causing glass to spray in every direction. He then gets started on the driver's side windows, making his way around to the rear windshield and then starting down the passenger side.

Commissioner Mason shows up in the parking lot quickly and gets Super-Stud's attention, telling him to calm down. He turns on her and demands that she immediately reinstate the Fraternity. Chloe refuses, and before Super-Stud can do anything he's attacked from behind by Super-Grrl! She tries to punch him, but he grabs her arm and throws her into the limo. Grabbing her by the neck, Super-Stud slam her head into the hood of the limo several times before picking her up and tossing her at the Commissioner! Chloe is so surprised, that she's bowled over and both women lie on the ground in a heap. Super-Stud grabs Chloe by the neck and picks her up off the concrete. Before he can do anything, a group of security guards swarm over him and separate him from the Commissioner. The show goes off the air as Super-Stud is dragged away from the hurt and disheveled women.
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EWF Domination - 10/21/2016

Commissioner Mason is in her personal locker room, stretching and getting herself ready for her match against Super-Stud later in the evening. She's in the middle of some basic leg stretches when a knock sounds from her door.

"Enter!" she calls out, continuing to stretch.

Super-Grrl and Emily Waters enter. Chloe smiles as she sees them. "Bianca. Emily. How are you two feeling? Ready to take on and humiliate Lacey Sky tonight?"

"We're definitely ready for that," Emily nods.

"But that's not the reason we're here," Super-Grrl adds. "Rather, that's not the reason why I'm here."

"What could be more important than destroying the Queen Skank?" Chloe finishes her leg stretches and gets to her feet.

"We're concerned about YOUR match tonight," Emily answers. "We know you've been training hard, but are you sure you're up for this?"

"You girls worry too much," Chloe waves off the concern. "We all know that he doesn't have a chance in hell of beating me. He's been completely off his game lately. Name me the last opponent he managed to lay a finger on."

"Um... Justice?"

"Right. And she immediately escaped and beat the crap out of him. I know his weaknesses and I'm going to exploit them. There's no way he can win."

"Commissioner..." Super-Grrl starts, obviously perturbed. "Normally, I could care less about the matches you set up, especially ones that don't involve me. But this one is different. IF he wins, you are going to bring back several of the Fraternity boys. That is completely unacceptable."

"And if I WIN," Chloe replies, "which I WILL, Super-Stud belongs to me. He won't be able to do or say a single thing without my approval... An end to the source of over-bearing misogyny in the EWF!"

"I know he agreed to the match and the stipulations, but Super-Stud wont go for that," Super-Grrl replies. "I was married to him for a year. I thought I could change and control him. I was wrong. I don't see ANYTHING good coming from this match, Commissioner. I think you should do away with the stipulations and just look at this as a regular match. There's no need to take this any further than an in-ring beatdown."

"I agree with Super-Grrl," Emily says. "Just treat this as a regular match. You've been impressive with your training and your skills have definitely improved, but getting yourself involved in a match with such high stakes could be disastrous. One wrong move and you could find yourself on the losing end of the match."

Chloe shakes her head. "I know you two mean well... And that you're concerned that Super-Stud might somehow get a victory. But I promise you that he is going down. There will be no more fraternity. There will be no more misogyny. And all will end well. Just like I know you two will dominate Lacey Sky tonight! This is going to be one of the best nights of my life!"

Emily looks at Super-Grrl and shrugs. "Well, we tried." She turns to the door.

Before following, Super-Grrl gives Chloe a serious look. "I don't like this, Commissioner. I have a bad feeling in my gut."

"I'll be FINE," Chloe asserts a final time. "Now get out of here and get ready for your own match. I'm expecting great things out of you tonight!"

Super-Grrl nods and slowly turns to leave, following Emily out into the hallway and letting the door swing closed behind her.

Chloe watches the door close and her face hardens. "And if you two fail like Lindsey and Taylor, there will be HELL to pay..."

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The camera cuts to Johnny Flash. He's in his oil wrestling attire, a pair of black trunk style shorts, bare feet. Gone is his usual chipperness. In it's place, he's got a steely gaze of pure disdain, pure irritation. He's squeezing from a bottle of lotion and rubbing it in hands, looking at the camera. There's no Alex Curry to interview him now. It's just him and a camera set up on a tripod.

"Alex Curry. She's not even a wrestler, Taylor. You don't hit someone that can't fight back. I hope you're half as aggressive to me as you were to her. Must be impressive beating up a backstage interviewer."

Johnny continues staring at the camera, his kind blue eyes looking absolutely icy. Cold. Focused. He starts rubbing the oil on his tight chest, heavy shoulders.

"I said it once already, Taylor. I'm going to destroy you. I'm going to stretch the shit out of you and choke you unconscious in that puddle of oil. Not because of Alex Curry. Not to avenge the innocent. You lumped me in with Justice and Super-whateverthefuck his name is. I'm not a hero. Not like them. I'm just a kid that can kick you in the head and leave you concussed. I'm just that young knockout kid that can wrap you up in chokes that Houdini couldn't get out of. I'm no hero. As much as I like Ms. Curry... this isn't about her."

Johnny clasps his hands, before smiling. It's not his usual roguish grin at all, no. It's the smile you might see on a shark, with blood in the water.

"I'm going to destroy you because you're the first. You're the first of many. I'm going to destroy you because that's what I do. It's my purpose. I'm going to victimize you like you did Ms. Curry. For no other reason than I can. Despite it all, you're a primadonna. A joke. And I'm the baddest man in the EWF."

Johnny leans up to turn the camera off, but hesitates.

"Oh? And Lindsey? You're the princess of this fed? Well, I'm a usurper. I want your skull to hold my wine. Your eyes to stud my crown. I will add your body to the pile of the lost souls who ever tried to test me, lady. This isn't a fantasy land, and you've never fought anything like me. Watch what I do to Taylor tonight. Memorize it. See if you want to down this road. I'll oblige you. You may be the princess of EWF, but your castle will collapse in a flash. Trust me."

Johnny turns the camera off.

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Match #1

Johnny Flash vs. Taylor Swift

Oil Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Johnny Flash enters the arena to "Unchained" by Van Halen. He is a Caucasian male with a toned build, standing at 6'0" and weighing around 200 lbs. He has shaggy dirty-blonde hair and is wearing black trunk-style shorts.

Taylor Swift is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'11 and weighing around 119 lbs. She has medium length blonde hair and is dressed in a sheer gray tank top over a white bikini top and white booty shorts.

The Match:

The two stare at each-other hatefully, the rookie prospect trying to prove that the hype is real staring daggers at the veteran pop goddess. Their hands oil up their bodies, from ankles to chest as they stare at each other, eyes full of bad intentions. "You asked for this, kid." Taylor says, a cruel smirk showing over her lips. Once they are fully lubricated, Taylor slaps her bicep and calls for a tie up as their arms link, both sliding to their knees, grasping at each others collar and elbow as their exposed skin slaps against each other with a loud, oily squelch. The bigger of the two grapplers, Johnny quickly slaps on a side headlock, only for Taylor to crack an elbow into his belly and quickly slip out of his unlocked hands, pulling his fingers apart. With a fluid-like motion, Taylor slides out from under his arm, brings her arms under his head and neck, and locks her fingers behind his scalp, stretching the Flashman's neck and abs with a full nelson, before falling back, deadly lithe thighs wrap tight around his waist and hips, ankles locked as she gives him a firm squeeze. "Call me a prima donna now, Johnny. Talk some more shit now." She says, hissing sensually. Johnny struggles, his muscular, oily shoulders stretched back as she shakes the full nelson, putting pressure on his neck, forcing his chin down into his chest as he gurgles. Taylor smiles a Cheshire cat grin, before unclenching her ankles and rubbing her heel up, grinding it against the fabric of his shorts, over the bulge in his crotch, continuing to push his head down as she rubs her heel over the thin material covering his other head. "You're not man enough, Johnny Boy." " She says, whispering before releasing the full nelson, pushing his face over into one of the puddles of oil and holding him there, allowing the slippery, sour liquid to seep over his nostrils and mouth before getting to her feet. Johnny sputters, gurgling as he chokes on the oil, clearing out his mouth and nose.

Taylor and Johnny are going at it tooth and nail, the two of them grappling in the oil like two eels, their hair matted and slick. Johnny ends up reaching out behind Taylor, taking her back with the momentary advantage as he wraps his arm around her neck, trying to set up for the first stage of a rear naked chokehold. Taylor knows she has to think fast and almost inadvertently, she rolls the two of them over and starts rolling her hips from the top mount, her ass moving against his oily wrestling trunks in a rhythmic, rolling motion, grinding her ass firm against his privates as her arms reach up past his, grab his hair, and pull his chin against her shoulder as she grinds above him, trying to use the body contact to get his grip to falter. "I'm out of your league, Johnny. The list of Taylor Swift's bitches has a blank space, and I can write your name." Johnny arches his shoulders and tries to bring his other arm up to wrap around the back of Taylor's head, to finish the rear naked choke but with each grind he hesitates. "Y-you can't beat me like this.." Johnny says breathlessly. Taylor chuckles softly. "Sure I can. You're getting harder. You want me, don't you?" Johnny lets out a soft moan as Taylor shoves both of his arms back when his fingers eventually slip, making the move to sitting up, spinning her body off of his and rolling him over before placing her knees into the small of his back, her right hand on his chin, her left right over his knee as she rolls herself on to her back and places the male in a bow and arrow stretch. Taylor was right, he was getting hard, and with his back arched over her knees like a freshly killed deer over the hood of a truck, his stiff mast pitched a tent underneath his shorts. She holds him, his eyes teary and back arched against her knees, winking at the crowd. "Like that Johnny? Like that rookie? Tell me how much you like that! Beg me!" Johnny starts to seizure a bit in the hold before Taylor shoves the man to the ground.

The two are lying on the mat, tired, exhausted. Taylor reaches down, gripping the young man's throat and hair as she begins to pull him up to his feet, taking care to take a thigh against the bulge in his shorts. "Loser." She says, softly, and tucks one of his arms over hers and tossed him into the ropes with an Irish whip. Rallying, Johnny comes back, and leaves his feet, going for a Flashpoint (super kick) onto to have Taylor leave her feet and catch him square on the eye socket with a Swift End that would have killed an elephant. Johnny goes down like he was shot, the impact from Taylor's spinning heel looking like it broke his damn neck. The Flashman hits the oil, hard, rolling a few times before lying still. Taylor drops to her knees, scrambling over to Johnny and draping herself back first over his chest, hooking a thigh under her arm and his head under her other one, pinning him with a textbook cradle, sitting on his abs, nodding as the ref's hand comes down three times, a devilish smile on her face. She stays on top of him, draped over her knocked out perch, breathing heavy before grabbing the knocked out man by his hair and sitting behind him, wrapping an arm under his shoulder in a half Nelson, her legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locked in a tight embrace before she takes her hand down and slips the elastic of his trunks down to mid thigh, exposing his erect penis as she grips it, her half Nelson pushing his head down. "This is what you people wanted huh?" She says to the crowd before her hand moves up and down, base to stem, jerking the rookie off, cupping the tip, working the shaft, whispering into his ear. Johnny's passed out, his eye swollen as Taylor rubs and pumps. "D-don't.." He says, half consciously. Taylor smirks. "Shh. Shh. No begging now. Too late for that. We got bad blood, so this was inevitable. Welcome to the EWF, rookie." She speeds up, as Johnny arches his back in her embrace before his throbbing cock shoots a spurt of load up into his face, pushed down by the half nelson, hitting him in the lips and nose. She gives a few more pumps, getting all the fluid out before shoving him to the mat and placing a foot over his temple, raising both arms.

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Match #2

Joel vs. Lindsey

Nude Sex-Fight Match

Participant Statistics:

Joel enters the arena to "How you like me now?" by The Heavy. He is a Caucasian male with a toned build, standing at 6'3" and weighing around 185 lbs. He has short and trimmed brunette hair with a matching beard and is completely naked.

Lindsey enters the arena to "Pretty Girl Rock" by Keri Hilson. She is a Caucasian female with an average build, standing at 5'1" and weighing around 115 lbs. She has long & straight brunette hair and is wearing a black silk robe.

The Match:

Lindsey struts down to the ring, a black silk robe covering her body. Before the referee signals for the bell, he informs Lindsey of the stipulations of the match, telling her that she must disrobe. Lindsey shakes her head, "I refuse to voluntarily disrobe for you, Chloe or these sick perverts in attendance. I'm too good for this!" Lindsey flips off the referee, Joel and then the audience before turning on her heel. She flips her hair back and throws her slender leg over the bottom rope, ducking down to leave the ring. Joel quickly grabs her by the hair, pulling her head back. Lindsey scream as Joel tugs her back into the ring. The muscular Aussie grabs Lindsey's robe and yanks it off. The Southern Princess' eyes widen in fear, her face burns red and her hands instinctively shield her body. Cameras flash and the audience goes wild at the sight of her nude body. The mortified brunette screams in anger and indignity as the referee motions for the bell.

Lindsey covers her hands over her breasts and groin and attempts to escape the ring. Joel quickly grabs her from behind, encircling her waist with his arms. Lindsey pleads and yelps as Joel forces her away from the ropes. She whimpers even more once she feels Joel's hard cock pulse against her bare ass. Lindsey tries to escape Joel's grip but receives a German Suplex for her troubles. Lindsey's body folds in half on impact, causing Joel to smirk, "On your back with your legs in the air already! This is too easy."

Joel has Lindsey trapped in a corner, pinned up against the turnbuckle, arms tied over the ropes. "Now, what's this about you only liking American men?" He teased, fondling both breasts hard as he played with either nipple with his tongue. "Seems to me like someone is rather fond of present company." He laughed as Lindsey's nipples perked up as hard as rocks, drawing laughter also from the crowd. Lindsey was going bright red as Joel displayed to the large crowd just how much of a slut she was. He rubbed his knee between her thighs. "Oh, yeah, Lindsey, you DEFINITELY like more than just American men." She caught herself moaning, then blushing even harder, eyes going wide in horror and humiliation as the crowd's laughter only grew louder and she grew wetter and weaker.

Joel manages to overpower Lindsey, picking her up in a bearhug, squeezing her tight, her breasts mushrooming against his chest. Then he slams her ass onto the top of the turnbuckle in a seated position and hangs her legs over each top rope. "Just try pretend like you're not a filthy slut, Linds. Go on, give it your best shot." As the crowd giggle at that, making Lindsey seethe with humiliation, Joel presses his face into Lindsey's crotch and starts to eat her out! She squirms on the turnbuckle, moaning and convulsing, until suddenly Joel brings her to a moaning orgasm that she just can't control. Lindsey's eyes go wide once she realizes she has lost, and still with a mess between her thighs, Joel shoves her backwards off of the turnbuckle, dumping her unceremoniously outside the ring to the floor with a dull thud! Lindsey is out of it as Joel climbs out of the ring and grabs her by her hair. "Come on Linds, you have some apologizing to do," he says as he starts to drag her away, his name being called out as the winner's by the announcer as he leaves with a groggy, exhausted Lindsey in tow.

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Match #3

Justice vs. "Weak" Dan

(Kick-)Boxing Match

Participant Statistics:

Justice enters the arena to The Pride by FFDP (Instrumental). She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'6" and weighing around 125 lbs. She has short raven hair and is wearing a red, white and blue flag-themed latex bodysuit, star-spangled leg warmers and beige platform heels.

"Weak" Dan is a Caucasian male with a skinny-fat build, standing at 5'11" and weighing around 180 lbs. He has a brown buzzcut and is wearing a blue T-shirt, gray sweat-shorts and black shoes.

The Match:

Justice is surprisingly cautious as she squares off Dan. Despite his reputation, she has to be careful with the vehement Dan. Dan charges at her and tries to attack but Justice skillfully blocks and dodges his attempts while reacting accordingly. Dan tries to grab her breasts but he knocks his hands away and a jumping front kick knocks him to the mat.

Justice picks him apart, countering Dan with strikes to the face. Dan finds himself dazed and winded from her attacks, and his rushes get slower and more wobbly. As Dan lumbers towards her, Justice spins and almost takes his head off with a spinning hook kick that sends him to the mat again.

Justice is disappointed in how pathetically easy this match is. Every time Dan tries to throw a punch, Justice easily dodges out of the way, watching him stumble around. She soon grows disgusted at looking at such an inferior specimen and she knocks him out quick with a superkick to the chin. The ref counts him out and Justice is the winner by knockout. Justice places her hands on her hips, annoyed that she's even in a match against him. "Strong Man Dan? Pathetic..." Justice walks out of the ring, leaving the weakling unconscious in the ring.

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BANG! The locker-room door slams open as DJ stomps into the otherwise empty room. "Another bloody wrestling match!" he growled to nobody in particular "Nevermind that I'm the best boxer here! What idiot sets these things up?" While DJ was a little salty about losing to Emily, he didn't mind that much. It was a tough loss to a skilled opponent in a type of bout that was not his forte. That said, it was frustrating to slide backwards after doing such a good job of overcoming his weakness against Annie. But the real thing that was making him fume was finding himself in another wrestling bout, against that vapid nobody Kim Kardashian? A no-talent diva who had just crushed cans so far? Where was the respect for his skills?!

It felt like his strengths weren't being taken seriously, and DJ made a mental note to confront Chloe Mason after this week. Just because she was caught up in whatever Super-Stud-and-Lacey-related drama her mismanagement had wrought didn't mean she could ignore other fighters. DJ was going to teach her a thing or two if he didn't get a fight he wanted next event... his goal was the (Kick)boxing belt and he was damned if he was going to let bad matchmaking get in the way of that! His mind drifted as he thought of the commissioner - she was an attractive blonde alright, and they way she beat Lacey with her feet was just - NO! DJ, focus, he thought to himself. Get Kim out of the way, see who your next match-up is, and then you can worry about dealing with Chloe Mason...

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Match #4

David "DJ Johnson vs. Kim Kardashian

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

David "DJ" Johnson enters the arena to "Anarchy in the UK" by the Sex Pistols. He is an African American male with an athletic build, standing at 6'2" and weighing around 200 lbs. He has short, curly black hair and is wearing a Union Jack patterned Speedo.

Kim Kardashian enters the arena to "M.I.L.F.$" by Fergie. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'2" and weighing around 120 lbs. She has long raven hair and is wearing a black leather bodysuit and beige stiletto heels.

The Match:

DJ is initially cautious, wondering if he's missed something with this match-up. Sure, Kim is undefeated, but against fighters with losing records. DJ's fears dissipate quickly as Kim comes forward, flinging slaps and kicks at him that he easily brushes aside. As she moves in to try to grab him, he uses his vastly superior strength to shove her away, causing her to stumble and land hard on her ample ass. As Kim gasps, DJ shows no mercy by launching into a drop-kick to the face, immediately leveling the already seated Kardashian! As Kim groans, he flips her onto her front, sits on the small of her back and begins to spank her. "You thought I was going to go easy on you? You don't belong in the same ring as me." DJ spits before turning to the crowd "Welcome to DJ's demolition derby - this whore won't be able to sit down for weeks when I'm done!" Each word is punctuated with a stinging slap to her rump that causes Kim to gasp and moan.

DJ continues to take control of the bout, simply using his power to ragdoll Kim whenever she gets close, and walking through her blows. The strength and durability differential is too much and this is starting to look like a mis-match as DJ goes for humiliation, simply shoving Kim around, and sidestepping her attacks so he can slap or kick her in the arse after every missed move. "I thought this was a wrestling match, Kim?" he says "But it makes sense that someone like you would prefer to sign up for a public spanking. Anything for a bit of attention... you're so desperate!" Kim screams in rage and frustration and lunges wildly at DJ, scratching with her nails. DJ calmly puts his hand on Kim's head, using his reach to leave her windmilling her fists, unable to make contact with him. After holding this pose for a few moments to the laughter of the crowd, DJ's biceps bulge as he, one-handed, drives downward, bouncing Kim's head off the canvas with a huge thud. "Damn" he smiles "About time someone around here had the balls to put the 'man' back into 'manhandling'!"

As the fight nears its climax, both fighters suddenly stop as the lights in the arena go dark. The murmurs of the crowd are soon drowned out by the song "POWER" blazing over the loudspeaker system. The lights flare back on, DJ and Kim shielding their eyes from the glare, as Kanye West sprints down towards the ring!

Sensing trouble, DJ manages to react first and whips Kim into the turnbuckle. Unable to see, she hits it hard, chest first, leaving her winded on the floor. As Kanye flips over the ropes DJ manages to pivot and catch him in midair, using his impressive strength to fling the smaller man across the ring. Kanye smashes into the turnbuckle upside down before bouncing off and landing hard on top of Kim! "Well, well, well" sneers DJ as he stalks over "I'm still trying to work out what talent you two have... 'cos it's sure as hell not fighting!" DJ reaches down and hauls both fighters to their feet, one hand around the neck of each before violently slamming their heads together! He casually tosses a now-unconscious Kanye over the top rope before punching Kim hard in her tits, spinning her around and sending her crashing to the floor. "Just like I thought" DJ smiles, rubbing his hand "Silicone."

DJ circles Kim, looking for another opening when she drops her stance, and, hips swaying, walks slowly up to DJ. The black Brit looks at her quizzically as she runs a finger down his chest. "Just lie down, big boy. Why fight when you can have all this?" she raises an eyebrow and pushes her tits up and together with her hands. DJ takes a deep breath and closes his eyes before dropping to one knee. "Good" smiles Kim "That's it, let your guard down, let me own you" DJ's eyes fly open and he smiles. "Take your own advice!" he growls before smashing a punch into her gut, his muscled arm streaking out like a piston. Kim staggers back, hurt, as DJ springs forward. "You think I want you? You disgust me!" DJ roars, grabbing her and chokeslamming her. "I'd never sully myself with a tart like you!" Stomps rain down on Kim. "You can't sex your way out of this - I'm too good, and you can't fight!" Elbow drop! "And Christ knows what disease I'd get if I ever did. Your vagina is like a Pokemon - gotta catch 'em all!" DJ hauls Kim up, tears now forming in her eyes, as he hits his finisher, the rolling maul! After Kim has been thoroughly ragdolled, DJ sits on her chest for the pin, roaring and flexing his impressive guns as she whimpers in surrender.

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Sophie was buoyant as she left the aftermath of Lindsey's bigoted tirade. After her comprehensive win over Super-Stud she felt invincible, though a small voice in the back of her head was whispering that he was clearly distracted and fought like an idiot. And now she had got to humiliate an obnoxious Yank who couldn't keep her mouth shut... and her next opponent seemed like a really great girl. It would be nice to finally take on someone she could respect, as much fun as she had had in taking out the trash in the form of Dan, Stud and now Lindsey. God, thought Sophie, she'd love to get her hands on that arrogant Southern bitch in the ring... The petite girl rubbed her feet together, remembering the sensation of Lindsey's unwilling mouth on them. But for now, she had to focus on the task ahead of her, and establish herself as a real contender in the EWF. Further humiliating Lindsey would just have to wait!

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Match #5

Grace vs. Sophie Anderson

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Grace enters the arena to "So What" by Pink. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'3" and weighing around 115 lbs. She has long brunette hair and is wearing a leopard-print bikini top and black bikini bottoms.

Sophie Anderson enters the arena to "Pressure" by Paramore. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 4'11" and weighing around 95 lbs. She has long red hair and is wearing a white blouse with tartan trim, tied up above her midriff, and a grey pleated skirt.

The Match:

Sophie knows that Grace's strength is as a grappler and thus tries something different, coming out aiming kicks at Grace's midsection which push her back and clearly hurt the taller woman. As Grace winces, she darts forward, light on her feet and gets up close, slapping her opponent's face with a backhand before turning into another simple hip toss and sending her sprawling across the ring. Sophie closes the distance again as Grace scrambles to her feet, but this time the American is ready and uses her reach to keep Sophie at bay, launching out push kicks and jabs, trying to figure an opening before moving forward. Sophie manages to make the adjustment and, with an abnormal lack of elegance, stumbles back kicking her leg into Grace's ankle, causing her opponent to fall as she bounces away, smiling lightly, re-establishing distance. "I'm not going to take you lightly, Grace!" she lilts "So come at me with what you've got, let's make this bout interesting!

Grace reaches out, grabbing at the lapels of Sophie's blouse, but the Scot is able to knock her hands away and slip out, before leaping on Grace's back and applying a hadaka jime. Grace stands, wearing the feather-light girl as a back-pack, using her hands to prevent Sophie from getting her hooks in. Grace drops to the ground and is able to turn her hips, using her yoga flexibility to get the leverage to push Sophie's arms up and pop out of her hold, depositing the smaller woman on her back! Grace immediately drops down looking to get a simple schoolgirl pin on Sophie and us her size to control her, but she gets her legs up in time and wraps a triangle around Grace's neck! Grace bridges and walks to the side, again use flexibility to escape the hold, but she's doing little more than stalling Sophie and isn't able to get much offense off herself. As she escapes, the redhead teenager lunges forward in a morote gari, lifting Grace by her legs and sending her crashing back down to the mat, hard!

The girls meet in the middle of the ring, in a collar-and-elbow tie, Grace uses her height as leverage to push her redhead opponent down, but Sophie expertly rolls backwards and extends a leg, flipping Grace with a tomoe nage before transitioning flawlessly to an juji gatame armbar! Sophie's abs flex as she sits up a little, looking with a satisfied curiosity at Grace's, whose eyes and mouth are open in pain. Finally! thinks Sophie, an opponent worthy of my finisher! She takes advantage of Grace's open mouth by slipping the toes of one foot in! As Grace yowls in protest, Sophie wordlessly pinches her nose shut with the bare toes of her other foot and cranks the armbar, applying her Juji Ga-toe-me finisher! Grace thrashes violently but her struggles begin to fade as the lack of air and pain overtake her and, just before passing out, she taps out. Sophie immediately drops the hold and kneels over her "Sorry, but you were too good to hold back against - I had to use my best moves! You've earned my respect, lass." Sophie leans forward and kisses Grace lightly on the forehead before springing to her feet and climbing the turnbuckle to flex for the crowd.

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The cameras cut to the official EWF interview area where Alex Curry is standing with Lacey Sky. Alex still looks bruised and battered from her treatment at the hands of Lindsey and Taylor earlier in the week, but she has her game face on as she begins the interview.

"Lacey, tonight you are facing off against two of the toughest females in the EWF in a match ordered by Commissioner Mason. How do you think you will fare tonight?"

"It really doesn't matter, does it, Alex?" Lacey replies. "Win or lose tonight, Commissioner Mason will just have another bullshit match for me next week. This has nothing to do with anything other than feeding her ego."

Alex nods. "Commissioner Mason did say that she will keep placing you in these matches until you quit the EWF. Is that something that is likely to happen if these matches continue?"

"No," Lacey smiles. "If anything, the Commissioner will be out of a job years before I leave the EWF."

"Does that mean you have a plan to fight back? Or change the type of matches that the Commissioner is placing you in?"

"It means that the Commissioner's ego is going to be her downfall. The more she lashes out at me, the worse it's going to be for her. I welcome any and all unfair matches she decides to place me in. This is a prime example of what I would NEVER do if I were Commissioner of the EWF."

"So you are still campaigning for that position?"

"I am," Lacey nods. "I would make a far superior Commissioner. But at this point, ANYONE would make a far superior Commissioner."

"Is there anything else you would like to add?"

"Only that I am shocked at Commissioner Mason's blatant disregard for your safety and well-being after the brutal attack you suffered at the hands of the Trailer-Park Twats. I hope you are recovering well and that, like me, the Commissioner sees what a valuable resource you are to this company."

"Speaking of that..." Alex visibly swallows, "The Commissioner is suspicious that you and I are in cahoots behind her back. Can you clear up this matter?"

"Sure I can," Lacey smiles. She takes Alex's hands in hers and the two women come together in a deep kiss. After a long beat, Lacey pulls away - still smiling - while Alex looks flushed and breathless. "That should give our Commissioner a clear picture."

Lacey turns and walks away from the interview area while Alex, blushing, tries to regain her composure as the camera cuts away to ringside...

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Match #6

Emily Waters & Super-Grrl vs. Lacey Sky

Tag Team Handicap Match

Participant Statistics:

Emily Waters enters the arena to "One For the Money" by Escape the Fate. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'8" and weighing around 135 lbs. She has long brunette hair and is wearing a red triangle bikini top with gold trim, a blue bikini bottom with a gold trim and red heels.

Super-Grrl enters the arena to "For Once In My Life" by Mel B. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'2" and weighing around 120 lbs. She has long blonde hair and is wearing a patent leather Supergirl costume along with blue fishnet stockings and red stiletto boots.

Lacey Sky enters the arena to "Naked" by the Goo Goo Dolls. She is a Caucasian female with a toned build, standing at 5'7" and weighing around 120 lbs. She has long blonde hair and is wearing a sleeveless pink flannel vest tied above her midriff, short denim daisy dukes and red knee-high stiletto boots.

The Match:

Emily starts off the match for her team and she faces off against Lacey. Lacey immediately goes for a hard slap to the face but Emily blocks it. Emily then responds with a hard kick to her belly. Lacey bends forward, giving Emily the opportunity to plant her in the middle of the ring with a DDT! Emily moves quickly and gets on top of Lacey, sitting on her chest, her thighs on either side of her head, pinning her down. "Queen Bitch. Meet the Queen of Scissors!" Emily taunts as Lacey squirms underneath her as she grabs her head and places Lacey in a painful headscissor!

Lacey and Super-Grrl tussle a bit before Super-Grrl gets her in a headlock. Lacey immediately counters by grabbing at Super-Grrl's pussy and squeezing. Not having any of that, Super-Grrl immediately DDT's the Queen Bitch into the canvas! Lacey is nearly knocked unconscious by the move and Super-Grrl immediately places her in a Camel Clutch. "Give up, Bitch! We'll let you walk out of here if you do..," Super-Grrl tells her. "Go fuck yourself!" Lacey replies, kicking her feet and trying to pry Super-Grrl's fingers away from her chin. "Then suffer!" Super-grrl growls as she releases the hold - grabs Lacey's hair - pulls her to her hands and knees - and places her in a Standing Headscissors! Lacey cries out in pain as her head is crushed between her blonde opponent's thighs!

Super-Grrl has Lacey by the hair and drags her across the ring to the turnbuckle she shares with Emily. She smashes the Queen Bitch's head into it several times before releasing her and tagging Emily. As soon as Super-Grrl does, she gets a stiletto heel to the crotch as Lacey kicks backwards. "You fucking bitch!!!" Super-Grrl screams. "Let's see how you like it!!!" As Emily enters the ring, Super-Grrl spins a tired Lacey around and delivers a flurry of punches to her pussy! A knee to the groin finishes off the combo and Lacey collapses to the canvas as the referee forces Super-Grrl to leave the ring. Emily grabs Lacey's hair and pulls the blonde into the middle of the ring. "Ready to go to sleep?" Emily smiles at Lacey as she forces the blonde to her feet by her hair. "You're going to eat my boots," Lacey replies and delivers a surprise Headbutt that sends both women collapsing to the canvas! As they both do their best to get to their feet, Super-Grrl enters the ring behind Lacey and delivers a huge right between her legs! Lacey moans/sobs as she doubles over from the assault, her hands going to her pussy which has been knocked out of commission. "No sex for you anytime soon!" Super-Grrl taunts as the referee forces her out of the ring as Emily steps forward and delivers a perfect Axe-Kick! Her heel smashes right down on the back of Lacey's head! The Queen Bitch hits the canvas face-first, out like a light. Emily kicks Lacey onto her back - grabs her ankles and sits on her face - holding her legs straight up in the air in a humiliating facesit matchbook pin as the referee counts. Emily and Super-Grrl are declared the victors! The brunette remains perched on Lacey's face and grinds out a loud victory orgasm. Super-Grrl steps between Lacey's legs - kicks them so they are spread wide open - and places her boot on the conquered bitch's devastated pussy, posing victoriously. After a minute or two, Super-Grrl helps Emily to her feet and the two girls exit the ring hand-in-hand; leaving Lacey sprawled out like a destroyed whore.

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Match #7

Commissioner Chloe Mason vs. Super-Stud

Wrestling Match

Participant Statistics:

Chloe Mason enters the arena to "Yeah, Yeah" by Bodyrox. She is a Caucasian female with a slim build, standing at 5'2" and weighing around 110 lbs. She has long curly blonde hair and is wearing a loose red jumper, black fencenet stockings and ultra-high black stiletto boots.

Super-Stud enters the arena to "You're The Best" by Joe Esposito. He is a Caucasian male with a muscular build, standing at 6'2" and weighing around 275 lbs. He has short raven hair and is wearing his costume Superman outfit, designed to show off his superior physique.

The Match:

"You're The Best" by Joe Esposito plays throughout the arena as Super-Stud walks down to the ring, microphone in hand. He doesn't look anywhere near as angry as he was at the last event and even has a smile playing about his face. He completely ignores the negative fan reaction as he enters the ring and begins to speak.

"Tonight, those of you in attendance are going to witness the beginning of a new era. Tonight, I have the pleasure of taking on Commissioner Mason, restoring the respect and dignity of mankind, and bringing back several of my fellow brothers in the Fraternity!"

The crowd really pours on the boos with this announcement.

"Once we are together again, it will be a new dawn here in the EWF. An end of the oppression mankind has suffered at the hands of womankind. We were far too lax in our mission, I realize that now. We should have been proactive... Taking the fight to the bitches and cum-dumpsters in this federation instead of reacting to them. *I* made the mistake of holding our brotherhood back, and because I did so, we were out-maneuvered by the female establishment. But I have seen the error of my ways! And tonight, I have been given the opportunity to fix it all. Tonight, the Brotherhood returns! Tonight, the first shot is fired as we declare war on every female in the EWF!"

The boos continue until "Yeah, Yeah" by Bodyrox plays on the speakers and Commissioner Mason walks onto the stage with a microphone of her own. She gets a good pop, although there are some obvious boos mixed in as well. One thing is certain: her presence is appreciated more so than the misogynist's in the ring.

"It's nice to see that you are so full of yourself that you've automatically claimed victory," Chloe grins. "Your 'brothers' are only returning if you manage to DEFEAT me. And sadly for you, that isn't going to happen. Instead, everyone here is going to witness you falling at my feet and SERVING me from this point forward, as the match stipulation states."

Super-Stud laughs. "That's funny, Commish. A no-talent bimbo like you has no chance in hell against a stud like me! Come down to the ring and I'll give you a treat... You can suck my dick before I put your lights out!"

Chloe starts walking down to the ring. "I don't think so. I know what makes you tick. See these boots I'm wearing?" Chloe gestures down to the 6.5" stiletto boots on her feet. "The ones you ogle every time I wear them? The ones you can't keep your eyes off? well, tonight you get your secret wish... You get to worship them in front of ten thousand people!" Chloe climbs the ring steps and enters the ring. "And then you can worship my feet in private, every night, from here on out. That muscular body of yours might be worthless, but I know I can put that tongue to good use!"

"Fuck you, you worthless cunt! I worship no one... Especially no woman! The only worship that's going to happen tonight is when you worship my dick!"

Super-Stud throws down his microphone and moves forward to attack as the bell rings!

The Commissioner's strategy to distract and attack Super-Stud with her stiletto boots works perfectly! She starts off the match with some quick, perfectly-placed kicks to Super-Stud's cock that has him dropping to his knees in pain. She follows that up with another quick kick to his face that knocks him over onto his back. Standing over him, she places her boot on his throat and begins to choke him. Super-Stud's hands come up to her ankle to try to remove the chokehold, but his allegedly powerful arms can't seem to budge her. Chloe puts her hands on her hips and grins down at him. "Pathetic!" she taunts.

Super-Stud is splayed out on the ground, completely at Chloe's mercy as she stomps on his chest and stomach, teasing him with her boots between each blow. She orders him to kiss the pointed toe of her boot and he does so - only to be rewarded with a stomp to his chest! She then orders him to kiss the heel of her boot and he does so - only to be rewarded with a stomp to his abs! She then orders him to kiss the sole of her boot and he does so - only to be rewarded with a stomp to his cock! She gives one last order: Lick the dirt off her boot. He does so for about 10 seconds and Chloe rewards him with a kick to the face that knocks him senseless!

Chloe grabs Super-Stud by the hair and forces him to kneel in the middle of the ring He slumps there, dazed, as Chloe forces him to remove her boots. After he does so, she grabs one of them and walks around behind him. She places a forearm around his neck and places her open boot over his nose and mouth, forcing him to breath in her foot stench. "Breathe in deep!" Chloe orders. "These have been my favorite boots for five years! Breathe in the scent of the feet that own you!" Super-Stud's eyes flutter and close as the stench of Chloe's feet send him to dreamland! Chloe laughs joyously as Super-Stud's muscular body collapses onto his back. She drops the boot on the "S" symbol on his chest before grabbing the other and draping it over his erect cock. She stands over his body, straddling him, as the referee counts him out. The Commissioner looks down at him with an expression of haughty dominance on her face. "And now you are mine!" she smiles widely as she places the ball of her foot on Super-Stud's mouth and covers his nose with her toes. The Commissioner pops her heel up and poses victoriously as the show goes off the air.
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