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Default Tales of the Sex Fighting League: Dirty Dancing

Knock knock.

Melanie, pausing from exercising her still healing shoulder, turned to the direction of the knocking coming outside her locker room.

It was soft, like how Daniel did last night.

She smiled at that thought, appreciative that she saved some of her more...neat tricks until after the PPV.

But for now…

“Coming….” Padding across the room, she took hold of the door handle, swinging it open ready to tell Daniel to wait until after she finished her daily rehab techniques.

Opening her mouth, her smile froze halfway.

Two things: 1) Daniel wasn’t blonde last she saw him, and 2) Even though he’s been putting in some mad work in the gym as of late, he didn’t have a chest quite like that.

“Hello Melanie,” Kenzie smiled at her, her eyes gleaming with that patented ‘wolf eyeing a hen’ look.

Mel’s fingers tightened around the door handle.

The taller woman wore a pink halter top that was barely even capable of holding in her jutting cleavage, with a pair of torn blue jeans fitting her athletic physique to a tee.

“Before you say anything…” Holding out a hand, the Goddess revealed to her with a roll of her eyes. “I’ve done a lot of things, but getting on the Commissioner’s bad side, not something I particularly want to check off my SFL bucket list. So, for now, at least, I’ll let you continue walking without a limp. I will respect her stupid-as-hell ‘no touch’ rule, so you can relax those little girl fists, alright?”

“Gee, how kind of you,” Mel replied sarcastically, still not letting her guard down completely knowing what happened last time when she did.

“I really am.” Her glare darkened as she took one step past the threshold of the doorway. “You know how hard it is, to be standing this close to the skinny bitch who cost me my tag titles, and not be trying to rip her face off? And Jake says I don’t have patience, puh-lease.”

“So what do you want, then?”

“I want you to listen, Mel. That’s it,” she told her, her smile returning. “You’ve got time for that, right? I mean, your career is practically one foot in the grave anyways.”

The Miami woman crossed her arms. “Just get to it.”

With an excited, beaming breath, the Goddess indeed presented her point. “I just want you to know, woman to girl, that I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry that your partner is going to let you down on Sunday.”

Mel’s face was stone-cold, emotionless. “Uh-huh.”

“Daniel was destroyed by Chelsea last week. That girl took his soul, and she didn’t even bust out the real good stuff I taught her. But just think, if she’s this good after she’s had a few weeks with me, imagine her in a few months. That bitch’ll be running shit around here. Beneath me, of course, but why am I telling you this? You won’t even be an active competitor here next week!”

Her taunting laugh never ceased to get on Melanie's nerves.

“Back to Danger Dickhead.” Tossing her hair back, the big-breasted blonde told her through pure condescension. “Daniel is a good little boy with his suplexes and his submissions and his ‘never-give-up’ bullshit. But he’s not a winner. He’s just….so out of my league.”

“Kinda like Apollo, then?” Mel shot back at her.

“Haha. I’ll be sure to tell Jake you said that,” she sneered at her. “He’s gonna fuck you so good, girlfriend. You won’t be able to sit right in the unemployment office for weeks.”

“Let me get right to it. You and Daniel are already done here. You aren’t even at 100%, and your partner, even if he is at full-strength, his weak, pathetic arms can’t even begin to measure up with a living, breathing, Goddess. Those are the facts, whether you two are too delusional to accept them or not.”

“Thanks,” came Mel’s small voice, already wanting to be done with this conversation two minutes ago.

“But….” Though reluctantly, and with an almost dismissive chuckle, she kept going. “If, and I do mean if, you and him….keep your jobs, after the PPV….”
She took one more step into Mel’s personal space, their eyes locking within point-blank range.

“If that were to happen, don’t you ever think that we’re through. I don’t care how long it takes, or who I have to go through, you’ll always be on borrowed time here.”

Tilting her head with one arm resting against the doorway, Kenzie’s facial expression was pure intimidation.

“Since this is all off-the-record, I’ll leave things with this. One day, little girl, you’re gonna be all alone in that ring. And no one’s gonna come save you. Not the Commissioner. Not Dan Danger. Not a goddamn person here is gonna want to stand in the way between you and me. You will feel exactly what I felt when you cost me against Nikky, but that’s not even the best part…”

Her smile was haunting. “The best part is that what I do to you, Mel, when you’re all alone, will be so much worse than anything you can even think of. And deep down, you’ll know that you had it coming. Then, when no one is there to protect you, I will end your existence here.”

The Goddess studied Mel’s expression, brave and stoic on the surface.

Satisfied that there was clearly more behind that jade wall Mel was putting up, Kenzie backed out into the hallway.

“Well smother you later, ‘kay babe!” With one final, teasing grope of her womanly globes, the blonde woman sauntered down the corridor, leaving the rookie sexfighter to watch her disappear around the corner.

Looking down at her sneakers, Mel knew she couldn’t linger on what was just said to her.

She had to focus on winning on Sunday, and then, making sure she wouldn’t ever again be in a position where she would need someone to bail her out.

Then, the phone in her pants buzzed, prompting her to back into her room with the door closing behind her….


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One. Two. Twenty.

Melanie didn’t even know how many minutes had passed after she passed out in Ramon’s modified Boston crab.

She could take a rough guess, but there was really no point.

When she woke up, she woke up the way Kenzie always prophesied her as.

A loser.

“Winner of the third fall with a submission via Boston crab, and winners of the match….RAMON RAMIREZ AND MARIA!!”

That declaration by the ring announcer would come while she was still out of it, just barely holding on to consciousness as the pain finally got to her.

She missed the crowd reaction to their triumph.

Whether that was a chorus of boos, a serenading of cheers at the new arrivals’ upset over the more established talent (a pretty ironic statement in hindsight), or simply a mix of both, she wouldn’t know until she was in the back to rewatch the aftermath.

But what she did know, here and now, was that she was still in the ring.

And naked. Still naked.

What that meant, was in itself self-explanatory.

Pushing up on her palms, Melanie looked groggily through the frazzled strands of blonde hair in her face.

She saw the referee, her hands behind her waist in her usual professional stance, standing at a distance.

That was expected.

Slowly craning her head from left to right, she saw plenty of empty mat on either side of her….right until she saw the exposed ass of Maria right in front of the ropes.

They were a good few feet apart, but then, as her gaze lifted, her eyes finally widened in stark realization.

“....Keiji?” she breathed out, initial disbelief in her voice showing as she saw the young man slumped down against the ropes, with both arms trapped between the top and middle ropes in a crucifix position.

From what she could make out from her distance, his face was a visible grimace, caught between both pleasure and defeat.

But, there was something glistening from his forehead and cheeks at a closer look, and not just sweat from a hard-fought match.

It was cum.

Maria’s cum, more exactly.

The brunette woman in question was kneeling between his spread legs, her head bowed down beneath his naked waistline.

Despite her mind still being partially fogged-out, she knew that position even if she was blindfolded and could only hear the slurping sounds.

Sure enough, the Brazilian’s head was bobbing down sensually on the slender length of his manhood, his flesh swallowed completely by her eager mouth.

Maria had apparently been going at it for some time, for Keiji’s face reflected all the ‘hard’ work she had put in up to that point.

Just the motions she would make with her neck, the enthusiastic moaning were all telltale signs of a woman who had had much practice on her knees.

The Latina woman was even putting her own skills to shame as her slurping increased, a sexual savoring of his flesh (her much-deserved ‘desert’) that was broadcast to every pair of eyes in the crowd via the JumboTron.

But, just like any dessert, she was bound to finish it eventually, and that she did.

Keiji Miura’s eyes, though fluttering, widened as a strategic groping of his testes brought him more ecstasy than he knew what to do with it.

The foreplay specialist being restrained against the ropes limited his bucking movements, but his body still found ways to express its pleasure as Maria’s bobbing flourishes reached their pinnacle.

Starting out muttering in Japanese, he began speaking even louder so that Melanie could hear him.

And, somewhere in his frantic, sex-dazed mutterings of his native tongue, the blonde woman could hear him whisper his girlfriend’s name.

Then, his mutterings stopped, and pure bliss escaped his sexual grimace in the form of a loud, surrendering shriek as the brunette’s lips were greeted by his bursting seed.

Cumming right in the roof of her mouth, his erotic offering was accepted with relish by the Brazilian vixen.

Running her tongue along the leaking tip of his cock as she slowly pulled herself off his shaft, one final, loving stroke from hilt to crown was her farewell hand flourish as she sat up in her kneeling position.

Her lips were decorated in his seed, his discharge certainly accentuating the lustful grin she flashed him.

“Fuck, Keiji, I’m sorry,” Melanie thought to herself, no more than a witness to what was happening.

“Mmmm, so delicious, menino bonito,” she purred at him, leaning in close to whisper, “You make the whole match worth it.”

Her lips then found his, allowing him to taste his own seed as she embraced him against the ropes.

Fuck.

“Hot, no?” came another voice above her.

Fuck, again.

On his knees, Ramon Ramirez leaned down so that he was nearly level with her face.

Together, they watched his lover continue to make out with the Japanese sexfighter, enjoying the full fruits of her labor.

“Maria always goes overboard with these things, so, you have my apologies. Las cuerdas, er, the ropes, she got that idea from watching one of the American women,” he explained to her, referring ostensibly to Cherry Kiss.

Well, it was her tribute, Melanie supposed to herself, almost dreading what Mr. Charisma had in mind.

“That woman, she can be quite a devil when she wants.” His lips curled into a grin of pure pride as she deepened her kiss. “Ramon could only make love to her the rest of my life, and she would be more than enough to satisfy me.”

He looked down at her. “Por fortuna, we can share you after she’s done with him.”

Great.

Ramon would loudly chide his Latina lover, “Maria, la conejita is awake now. I believe Keiji has had enough, no?”

Turning to his seductive, masculine tone, the brunette broke the liplock, but kept her hand around his chest.

Her eyes looked down to see that Bux Bunny was indeed fully conscious and aware.

“Oh fine, Ramon!” Laughing at him, she gave Miura one last kiss on the cheeks before crawling away from him.

The two exchanged a few words in Portuguese as she came to him on all fours.

Finally, in English, Maria addressed her now. “You are okay?”

Sheepishly, Mel nodded her head.

“That is bien. You missed quite the show, Melanie. Keiji, his tongue….so good!” Her eyes were beaming now as she sat in front of the blonde woman. “He made me cum at least three times. The last one, I had to help him out some, hehe….”

Standing up, Ramon would walk right beside his partner. “Our apologies for the….um, non-traditional way that Maria enjoyed him.”

“Yes, we will enjoy you in the traditional way!” Maria nodded in affirmation, lifting her up by the chin to bring the jade-eyed woman up to her knees as well.

“....sure. Whatever you guys want,” was Mel’s only response, ready to get this over with.

“Mmmmmm. I can’t resist….” Without warning, the brunette sensually pressed her lips against Melanie's, kissing the young woman almost with the same passion as she did Keiji.

Caught by surprise, Melanie didn’t have much time to do anything because she suddenly felt Maria’s fingers rub against her naked sex.

Moaning happily into the victorious woman’s lips, her grogginess was replaced soon enough by unbelievable horniness.

Cupping her naked crotch, the Brazilian woman kept on pleasuring her down there, teasing her pussy lips at her leisure.

This went on for an extended moment or two, before….something very distinct nearly poked Bux Bunny right in the eye.

Having pulled down his tights some, Ramon had already gotten himself warmed up with some self-masturbation with the two women’s oral liplock serving as adequate inspiration.

Attending to his shaft, he was nearly hard within a matter of seconds, leaving Melanie to fixate on his now protruding manhood.

Breaking the kiss, Maria scooted over slightly to allow Ramirez to take full center in front of the kneeling Bunny.

“Whenever you are ready, conejita,” he smiled down on her.

Staring down his girth already like it was a loaded weapon of sex, she took a deep breath, and then went in.

An initial kiss on his tip was the entry point to her accepting the entire crown of his manhood into her mouth, and then proceeding from there.

It was big from the outside and felt just as big on the inside as she began sucking in more and more of his flesh.

Maria kept on teasing her pussy, breathing in arousal as she watched Bux Bunny take her man, inch by inch, into her oral cavern.

Too fatigued and worn down to bring her A-game, Melanie nonetheless settled for an admirable B+ effort with her oral stimulating.

“Oh…..there we are….” Closing his eyes, Ramon whispered in his native tongue while Mel kept on growing his erotic stalk with her bobbing head.

Tasting the flesh that was undoubtedly about to enter her lower lips, she at least felt her efforts ramping up due to Maria’s probing fingers bringing her to a similar level of carnal lust as the Central American duo.

She eventually reached up with one hand to grope his ballsack, delivering another jolt of pleasure while slurping fervently and with building enthusiasm on his shaft.

His bearded expression relaxed into a blissful smile as he opened his eyes, enjoying very much the kneeling Bunny before him.

Enjoying that visual as well, Maria would slide closer to Melanie, rubbing one of her pert breasts with one hand while still heating up the fire between her legs.

“Ohhh, you make Ramon muito feliz,” the brunette whispered at her, leaning down to take one of her womanly nipples back into her mouth.

Worshiping her youthful chest, Maria’s sensual display more than served its purpose in keeping Ramirez at his full length, which was now impaling Mel’s throat at this point.

Seconds later, he would slide his saliva-slick cock out of her mouth, giving Bux a brief reprieve.

“Oh, muy gracias,” he breathed out, making his way around the kneeling woman while she was practically held up by Maria’s lapping tongue along her bare breast.

Turning her attention to her other tit, Maria had just taken her right nipple into her mouth when Mel suddenly felt his sizable cock against the small of her back, leading into the next stage of the tribute.

Guided on all fours, she found herself being embraced by Maria as Ramirez, with his cock now ready, took a knee behind her.

“She’s ready,” the brunette whispered excitedly at her lover.

Nodding, he reached between her legs to tease her pussy one last time, his masculine fingers penetrating her back-pussy, then, pumping in and out...

An involuntary shudder from the green-eyed woman brought the widest grin to his face.

“And so she is!” Pulling his fingers out, Ramon proceeded to push something else in.

Gripping her around the sides, he whipped his hair back, and then drove his manhood deep inside her warm, wanting pussy.

Immediately, his girth gave her flashbacks of Apollo as his sheer thickness filled her walls like they hadn’t been filled in quite a long time.

Then, however, after the initial penetration, he settled into a rhythm that was very unlike the more rough, ramming frenzy of Jake’s phallic thrusts.

He pounded her with more sensual consideration for her womanhood, thrusting in and out at such a pace that was both soothing yet strong at the same time.

“Relax, conejita. Enjoy it...while it lasts,” he assured her, rolling and thrusting hips against hers with utter ease.

She did enjoy it, very much so.

“Fuck...FUCK-FUUCK!” Her cries only grew in volume, her shouts of euphoria so loud she was surprised she could still muster such noise through her vocal cords.

But as she made her enjoyment well known, Maria began running her hands down her breasts, palms brushing against the nipples as her slender fingers kneaded the firm yet tender flesh of her orbs....

Smiling as the older woman continued to hold Mel’s attention, he increased his phallic movements, ravaging her sex with passionate, powerful pumps that far and away rivaled any male SFL vet.

Rocked back and forth with her slender frame just barely capable of containing his manhood, even Maria’s chest fondling couldn’t keep her focus for that long.

“FUUCK- I….it’s fucking good!” she nearly screeched out, fingers digging into the mat.

“Your words...touch me, conejita,” he teased her, maintaining near perfect control of his rolling hips while his shaft eventually found her G-Spot. “I pray I touch you even better.”

A flurry of happy shivers came down her spine as he began gently pounding her most sensitive regions, angling his dick just right with every penetrating thrust.

The men in the crowd were almost jealous of the Brazilian man fucking Bux Bunny.

The women in the crowd were jealous that they weren’t the ones being fucked instead of her.

But Melanie...she just knew she was about to cum!

“Fuck…Daniel...Ramon...Ramon fuck I’m close,” came her squealing confession as a frantic tossing of her hair revealed a pleasure-wrecked facial expression for the cameras.

“I see, Melanie,” he chided her playfully, his hips picking up speed to fuck her womanhood with more intensity than before.

Way more than she could handle.

Her head bowed.

Her legs buckled with every emphatic, fast and furious thrust.

And then, Mel eventually lost strength in her forearms and let her head fall to the canvas.

There, her lips remained opened in a frozen, ecstatic moan as he continued to fuck her doggy-style, right to the finish-line.

Laughing bemusedly at the facedown American, Maria took the opportunity to lean forward and kiss her lover right on the lips, above the lustfully writhing Bunny.

There, they conversed in Portuguese, exchanging amused chuckles right as her body finally succumbed.

“Oh fuuuck!” Her pussy exploded into palpable ecstasy as she came hard, soaking his dick hard in her arousal.

With her perky breasts hardened and her breath labored and long, her lips were still pressed up against the canvas with her girl-cum trickling right out of her dripping cunt.

“Daniel,” she muttered out, almost in a trance.

Filling her from tip to hilt one last time, Ramirez gradually withdrew his cock from her pussy, his own sexual instrument nearly ripe to explode from being inside her womanly flesh for so long.

Maria would quickly help him with that, delivering a handjob with both hands without him even asking.

They kissed each other again as her stroking fingers coaxed his orgasm out just seconds later, the full blast of his seed marking Mel’s lower back.

Bending down, Ramon was all smiles as he leered down at the quivering, shivering woman.

Planting a loving kiss on the nape of her neck, he left her farewell words in her ear, “Thank you for tonight, Melanie. You made our arrival here spectacular.”

After one last look at his lover, he finished off with a silent whisper, “When you see him, give Dan Danger our best.”

Getting up, Ramon took Maria by the hand as they exited the ring, their music blaring out as both Mel and Keiji remained in the ring, tainted by the sexual juices of the triumphant Brazilians.


_____________________________________

Author's Note: And there we go!

- I wanted to give the post-match tribute its own chapter to really breathe out some. I hope you guys liked that extended scene; I had a lot of fun writing it.

- Certainly, the comments that I've received on this matchup are much appreciated. The response to Maria and Ramon, especially, help me out a lot, so thanks for that.

- Been a while since we've seen Kenzie, huh? Just for clarity, this flashback scene indeed takes place just before the Summer of Sin PPV. Just something to keep in mind, perhaps for future reference...?

- I'd imagine Dan's gonna have some thoughts about how all this ended up. I'll leave it at that.

- More to come, soon! Stay safe, everybody!
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Default Re: Tales of the Sex Fighting League: Dirty Dancing

The post match tribute scene certainly was hot, but my primary reaction to it was relief. I reached the end of the match itself almost frantic with worry that Melanie had broken her back in the modified boston crab.

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As soon as Ramon added a single knee to the small of her back, something broke within the Bunny.

Something that she didn’t even know could break.

The pain forced her hand before she could even give it much consideration.

Just as he wrenched back for the fifth or sixth time...her open palm tapped out on the mat.

It was an instinctual move by her body overriding her mind, ending the pain and suffering that Ramirez had inflicted upon her vertebrae.

And then, just as the bell was called, darkness took Melanie into its warm embrace.
I realise now that I obviously misread the above passage of text, seeing it as hinting at some kind of profound damage to her back. I am very relieved to have been wrong, but I find that I get very protective of Mel. When her shoulder was so badly damaged before, I actually found it difficult to read. So, it is with that feeling of dread that I misinterpreted the conclusion to the main part of the match. Melanie is one hell of a woman, and her defeat at the hands of the impressive Ramon doesn't diminish my opinion of her one bit. I do see some kind of a confrontation in the future between the Portuguese newcomers and Dan Danger, but I also know that Dan is dealing with his own challenges at the moment. The decisive loss his girlfriend suffered will only add more fuel to a fire that Dan needs to keep under control, so we will see how much mental toughness he has developed since stepping in the ring with Bux Bunny as a novice.

As for what impact this loss and the subsequent celebration will have on her relationship with Dan, I would hope that both of them realise that such consequences are par for the course when you compete in a league like the SFL, with some of the most capable and skilled sexfighters in the world. If Dan is anything like the man I believe him to be, he will be supportive and understanding with Melanie, and not judge her for losing the match, nor for her enjoyment of the victory ride that took place in the aftermath.

As for the opening passage featuring Kenzie, you had me sitting on the edge of my seat. I half expected to see Mel in the present, suffering with a broken back, become aware with horror that Kenzie had somehow orchestrated her crippling injury through some kind of machinations involving Ramon and Maria. As I said above, I am very relieved to have been proved wrong.

Thank you for giving the time and effort to this closing scene. It gave what already came across as a dramatic and intense struggle even more weight and consequence. I can't wait to read the story as it continues.
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Whoa.

...I'd love to leave that as my only comment, but there's too much to say. I barely know where to start here, but let me go with this: one of the (many) great things about this series is how you're able to take almost unassuming events or characters and make them into much more complex affairs. Going into this match, I was expecting a by-the-book tag bout, just something fun to pad Melanie and Silk's records going into the tournament with maybe a few teases along the way. It couldn't have been further from the truth, and I love what you turned it into! Everything, from the Nikky inclusion, to the Kenzie flashback, was completely unexpected, and it made this chapter have a lot more weight than I ever saw it having.

Another time you've done this (in my opinion) is when Daniel fought Chelsea. I assumed that Chelsea was just an obstacle for him to overcome in his larger conflict with Kenzie. But...that's not what happened at all, Chelsea won the match and became not only a bigger threat in herself, but a more realized character (now even having storylines apart from Kenzie). It also deepened Dan's crisis of confidence and led to him seeking out Nikky. I only bring that match up now because it feels like the aftermath of this match could lead to similarly important character development. Very interested to see what you do with Melanie from here.

Match-wise, I thought all the action was solid and the post-match tribute scene was top-notch. At first, I was a little surprised that Melanie tapped out to end the match...but I see now that you saved your best sexual humiliations for the tribute scene. When she was getting taken by Ramon and crying out Dan's name (or muttering it after she climaxed), I think you really gave the reader a great shot into her swirl of emotions. She's saying it in the throes of passion, and in search of comfort, and even when she's consumed by humiliation. It was pretty powerful, I thought, even moreso when you consider just who was doing it to her. I loved the way you had Ramon and Maria double-team Melanie during the tribute to overwhelm her. You describe Maria in an earlier section as "crackling with sexual electricity" and I think that description fits her, and them, well. They may have bent the rules just a tiny bit in the match, but they don't really feel like heels, they feel like sexual forces of nature. And Melanie, well, she just had the bad (or good) fortune to get caught up in their tempest.

And, regarding Daniel, I've got two things to say. One, that if he ever has a rematch with Melanie, he better not try to bearhug her. And two, I hope for his sake that he wasn't watching this match backstage...that guy's got enough to worry about already.

I know this comment's getting a bit long now, but I did really want to give your last two sections their due. This whole match turned out way different than I thought, but it's opened up new directions for the story and characters, and that's always worthy of praise. Absolutely a job well done.
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Default Tales of the Sex Fighting League: Ace in Her Hole

Maya Henry’s bare legs swung up and down aimlessly in the SFL swimming pool, her pensive reflection reflected in the clear water.

Wearing a standard black ring bikini, her hair was damp from an earlier dive, black strands sticking to the back of her naked shoulders.

The California woman kept on paddling her feet in the shallow end of the rectangular pool, her thoughts traveling through her head at a slow, leisurely pace.

Sexfighters who were left off the current show (a group that unfortunately included her) padded around her in various swimwear, looking to use the aquatic environment for both a means of exercise via competitive swimming, as well as a therapeutic way to let their bodies heal.

Maya usually did a little of both, but for now, she-

“Whoa...holy shit!”

She would be interrupted mid-thought, apparently.

That somewhat sarcastic-sounding voice came from her left, prompting the leggy brunette to turn around to see an admittedly very pleasing sight to her feminine gaze.

Wearing only a red pair of swimming trunks with a beach towel draped over his tribal shoulder tattoo, the MVP cocked a grin as he looked down at her.

“A real-life Mermaid.” Adrian chuckled aloud, moving the towel to around the back of his neck, and then grabbing both ends with his hands. “Man, my night just keeps getting better and better.”

Maya sized up the ripped black-haired man, his physique certainly more appealing for her eyes than the water she had been staring at the better part of both twenty minutes.

“You caught me without my sea legs,” she winked at him, smoothing out some of her drenched raven locks with one hand. “Lucky for you I haven’t already disappeared into this pool.”

“Please, I was a Division 1 athlete back in SoCal,” he scoffed at her, nodding at the water. “I could swim circles around you.”

“That’s what my ex said,” she smirked at him in turn. “He thought he was pretty fast, too. And, little did I know at the time, that also extended to the bedroom, as well.”

“One of those guys, huh?” he was still smiling as she got one leg out of the water, resting her knee against her chest.

“Story for another time. Congratulations on your match tonight.” Changing topics, she kept a smile on her face. “You made quite the impression on Janice.”

“I make a lot of strong impressions on plenty of women who like to think they aren’t natural bottoms,” he told her confidently, shrugging his shoulders. “Guess my dick just has a knack for weeding out the real sluts around here.”

“Uh-Huh….” She eyed him with growing interest. “What does he think of me, then?”

Adrien’s smile grew wider. “We can find that out all night long, babe. Unless you want to keep sitting there looking all fine for the rest of the show, that is…?”

“What makes you think you’re worth my time?” the brunette surfer teased him, kicking her toes lightly against the surface of the water.

“For one, I’ve been on a pretty damn good roll here. A 3-match winning streak ain’t exactly something to snuff your nose out. Plus, I’ve been hearing through the grapevine my name’s due for a qualifying match in that IC tourney sometime soon. So, my future’s looking pretty hot, on all accounts.”

He leered down at her. “I think the real question is: how’s your future looking, beautiful?”

“No offense, but….losing a clean sweep to Dan Danger?” He almost laughed at that result. “Dude seems like a nice guy, but I figure you would’ve blown him out of the water, no pun intended, with your, y’know, sex-fighting.”

She took his remarks in stride, though, commenting honestly, “Kid called my bluff. I studied his matches beforehand. Any good sex-wrestler does, as I’ve been told. Nowhere in those videos led me to believe he was that good at rubbing lady-bits. So, I thought I had a game plan. Then, he got those fingers in me…”

“That good, huh?” Adrien chuckled at her.

She made a lazy circle with her heel still in the water, replying, “Too good. Someone around here taught him that technique.”

“What, like his coach?” he laughed at her, not following her deductive train of thought.

“Hmmm, maybe…” Standing up, the Mermaid remarked, “Let’s just say things between me and Dan Danger are firmly in the ‘To be Continued’ category. As for you and me...…”

The brunette sauntered up to him, putting on such a sultry show with her hips that even some of the male sexfighters in the pool took notice.

He was already flexing his pectorals in fervent anticipation.

Walking right close, she stood up on her tiptoes, whispering at him, “Let’s have a match next week.”

Adrien was all about that, even beefing up his cockiness. “You wanna go for two straight losses, baby? Tsssss, that’s gonna affect your ranking around here real bad.”

She went back on her heels, remarking slyly, “We’ll see whose ranking is affected...next week. Now, from my limited experience here, horny boys like yourself usually want a lot more than just five minutes with me on my knees after the match when we’re all sweaty and fucked up, so here’s the sprinkles on top.”

Adrien’s intrigue was further piqued as she offered him enticingly, “You beat me in the ring, I’m yours for the whole night after. You can do whatever the fuck you want to me, make me do all kinds of slutty things in your locker room. No cameras, though. That’s my one condition.”

“No problem, babe. No problem at all.” Already, the bulge in his trunks was showing itself. “I can work with that.”

“If I win, you’re buying me dinner and a new surfboard for a little beach rendezvous I’m planning with some of some old buddies,” she further elaborated.

“That’s it? Thank God, I thought you were one of those BDSM chicks hiding in plain sight,” he almost breathed a sigh of relief.

“I don’t need ropes to pin you down, stud.” Patting her thigh suggestively, she purred at him, “I’ll get the job done just fine myself.”


***


As soon as the cameraman cued her, Missy Thompson became lively and immersed in her inquisitive persona once more.

“Congratulations again to Maria Santos and Ramon Ramirez for their successful debut here in the SFL. Now, I am currently standing outside the locker room door of our current Intercontinental Champion, who I hope to get a quick comment from regarding our new General Manager’s comments regarding the main event, tonight.”

Pausing, she turned to knock on the door, before turning back to the cameras. “And while we wait, I was told to remind you all of the two qualifying matches for the IC Tournament tonight: Ruby Ryder vs The Tigress and Gavin the Great vs the Sex-”

The door swung before she could finish the word, revealing Mandy dressed in a purple robe with her hair in a ponytail.

“Why are you outside the Champ’s locker room, Missy?” she demanded irritably.

“Err….we were just wondering if we could get a quick word on what you thought of the Miz tonight amending the stipulation to your tag team match with King Hunter and Kendra?” The brunette interviewer smiled at her.

“So you wanted my opinion so badly that you interrupted my special pre-match rituals?” the blonde woman sneered at her.

“We were told you would be available for interviews at this time,” Missy shrugged.

“By whom?” Rolling her eyes after asking a question she knew would not yield an actual answer, the champion nonetheless got one foot out the door and, after tightening the knot concealing her chest area, decided to oblige the shorter woman.

“Last week, I won my match against that tattooed midget, fair and square. After my inevitable triumph, Kendra decided, being the selfish cunt-muffin she is, to hog my moment. But you know what, Missy? I let her steal my TV time, just so she could get it all of her system and then kindly fuck off. Instead of doing that, which would’ve been sensible, the Duchess instead reveals to the whole world that her teatime with the Commissioner has evidently paid off because she managed to keep once again clinging on to my coattails for relevance. Before we continue, explain to me, Missy, how is it even possible for her to qualify against two women who aren’t even on the contenders list?”

Robinson had no response to that.

“Exactly. But I digress. And now, because she knows she couldn’t fill out my bra even on her best night, Kendra had to beg Hunter to come back and be her partner, because clearly no one who’s here week after week gives enough of a damn about her. And speaking of...King Hunter...” The disdain in her voice went up another level if that was even possible. “Few months back, he hurt Kim. He embarrassed me. So tonight, that bastard is gonna get exactly what he deserves. We are going to hurt him. Bad. And then, we’re going to embarrass him so badly he’ll have to crawl out of the SFL to be a big fish in whatever minor league pond would still have him.”

“Strong words for, objectively speaking, of course, the male sexfighter with the best win-loss record on the active roster as of now,” Missy responded.

“Yeah, well, objectively speaking, I am one of the longest-reigning Intercontinental Champions of the past fucking decade here, so why don’t you put a little respect on my name, huh?” she growled at the shorter woman, her verbal lashing accentuated in her visible indignation “I have been humbling little bitches for years, and all because Nikky’s ex suddenly got a crown on his stupid head, I’m supposed to be afraid of him? Please! Let me tell you the hard truth.”

A calm, long-pent up conviction took hold for the blonde woman as she stated, “Hunter is a tag team leech. Always was, always will be. I am a singles star. And tonight, he will understand that when I break his face with my foot. Oh, and Kendra already knows by now the complete annihilation that’s in store for her.”

“You seem very confident in your victory, Mandy. Now, the Miz has-”

“The Miz, bless his heart, did his best to even out the blatant favoritism shown by our Commissioner. So, I appreciate him showing fairness to the Champ and her bestie but let’s be real, Missy.” She broke out into a dismissive laugh, “Kendra is not winning this match, and she is most certainly not going into that tournament. A serial loser like her shouldn’t be hogging valuable spots form much more deserving competitors, anyways. Let’s wrap this up….”

Taking a breath, Cutthroat delivered her bottom line. “Tonight, Kim and I are going to make sure the Duchess never, ever, gets in my business again. And Hunter...heh, let’s just say after this match is done, the King will bow down to me. Now, no more questions! Please go annoy someone else, okay?!”

“Your time is much appreciated!” Lowering her microphone, the interviewer would step aside for Mandy to re-enter her locker room, letting the door shut behind her.

“Back to ringside….”

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Ashley couldn’t help the smirk that managed to show through even her nerves as she looked up at the television monitor in the hallway, seeing Keiji Miura tied up in the ropes.

You should have had him like that…

Her smile widened as she continued thinking about how much better of a blowjob that she would’ve given that rookie.

Then, the smirk slipped from her face at the errant thought, another reminder of her current slump.

One that Nikky has given her this match to reverse. No need to think about the results if she fails…she’d be lucky if Nikky just stuck to the humiliation of publicly sending her out on her rear. The Wildcat might even use her to make a point to- NO.

Stop.

Can’t get distracted, not when her match was coming up.

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“We’ve got a hell of a match coming up with this one George!”

“That we do Kevin. We’ve got Ace taking on the one and only Succubus, one half of the Ladies of Darkness. If you recall last week, she was unsuccessful in punching her ticket in for the Intercontinental Title tournament, so it’ll be interesting to see how the speed demon does against-“

“Living dead girl…”

The announcers cut of in shock as the crowd erupted at the appearance of one half of the tag team champions at the top of the ramp!

Dressed in tight, almost painted on jeans and her now ubiquitous black t-shirt with its white “Dripping with sin…” logo emblazoned upon it, Nikky took a moment to bask in the reaction of the audience before making her way toward the announce tables set up at ringside.

“Well, looks like we’re about to have an unexpected but certainly very welcome guest here tonight!” Without waiting for a response from his fellow commentator, George stood up, pulling out a chair for the sexfighter just as her intro music intoned, “Blood on her skin, dripping with sin, do it again, living dead girl!” before fading out.

Nikky shot a look at a rather nonplussed Kevin at ‘blood’ before taking the offered seat with a sly smirk.

“Why thank you George, such a gentleman.” The older broadcaster practically flushed at Nikky’s praise before returning to his own seat. “And Kevin, wow, we haven’t been this close in ages,” she remarked wryly as she pulled the offered headset on. “Last time we were this close, you were on the floor screaming that James had broken your arm!”

Kevin spluttered, prompting a wide-eyed George to quickly try to gloss over the reference to the night that ended his fellow commentator’s wrestling career. “Be that as it may, I must say I’m surprised to see you out here tonight Wildcat, not that I or anyone else is complaining.”

Her expression “You could say I’m taking a special interest in tonight’s match. Why not take advantage of one of the best seats in the house for my Succubus’ match with Ace tonight?”

Kevin, having regained his composure, managed to get out what he wanted to say in regards to the match, “Ace has been on a roll since his ‘Ruler of the Ring’ first round tournament loss to The Tigress, racking up an impressive set of wins, while ‘your’ Succubus has been on a downward spiral of late. She’s going to really have to step things up if she’s going to get it done out there tonight.”

The smirk that graced Nikky’s lips was anything but friendly. “Oh I’m not worried about that. She knows what’s riding on this.”

George had just opened his mouth to ask when the lights went dim, a sinister red hue lighting up the entrance ramp…

The building nu metal guitars of an Evanescence song kicked in, setting forth the foreboding atmosphere of the soon-to-be-revealed woman.

“Perfect by nature…”

“The following match is a sexfight scheduled for best 2 out of 3 falls…introducing first, she is one-half of the Ladies of Darkness, the Succubus!”

Ashley steps out, none of the broiling emotions showing on her face as she raised her hands behind her head in a provocative pose, her open jacket revealing that she’s chosen to eschew a bra for the evening.

Her dark hair cascades to her shoulder, her oriental features turned up in a look of confident dismissal, as if cognizant of her own greatness and deigning to allow the fans the merest glimpse of her perfection. The crowd popped as she began her strut to the ring…

…but not as loud as they would have just a few short months ago.

Hell, Ace wouldn’t have even been able to get near her, and now there’s so much riding on this little nothing that…fuck.

Ashley’s thoughts ground to a halt as she saw Nikky, sitting there at the announce table. Fuck fuck fuck! The only outward signs were a slight widening of her eyes, the slightest hesitation in the seductive sway of her hips before she grabbed the rope, swinging herself up to the outside edge of the mats. The crowd didn’t register it, but who cared? Nikky saw…

“And her opponent, from Cincinnati, Ohio, and weighing it at 146 lbs., he is the Shooting Star…ACE!”

God even the announcer sounded more excited about the speedster. Ashley narrowed her eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of Nikky’s eyes boring into her as she faced the ramp.

The fast, thumping beat of Ace’s theme filled the arena, making her pulse beat quicker in time. Ace appears, yellow shooting stars on his blue trunks, pumping his fists in the air as he jumps in place, feeding on the roar of the fans.

Louder cheers than hers. Chris beams, running towards the ring, all motion and speed and restless energy, diving in the ropes and rolling before popping up and climbing to the second rope, pumping to the cheers of the fans. The excitable little man goes through his full shtick before turning his attention to her, looking over his shoulder with a wide grin.

Hopping down, Chris shifted from foot to foot, arms raised in a loose guard.


***


“Just listen to that crowd!” George remarked excitedly. “That’s when you know you’ve made it here. When the fans hear your music, and make you feel welcome, like you’re a champion already in their eyes. Nothing better, and Kev, I’m sure you can attest to that fact.”

“Ace is definitely on the rise,” Kevin rejoins, “He’s gathered quite the following of late as more and more of the fans discover just what the young man is all about!”

Nikky covered her snort at the trite generalizations spewing forth… “The masses do love their underdogs…”


***


Chris shoots his studiously unimpressed opponent a wide, enthusiastic smile. “Never can get used to that!” he tells her with a slight shake of his head. “Intoxicating, isn’t it?”

It should be for me you little shitstain! Not a hint of her inner monologue shows through her face, however, as she puts on a beaming facade for the smiling idiot. “I know right? The further you go, the more you’re going to hear it Ace.”

Pfftt…as if.

He leans in, almost conspiratorially… “Let’s see how loud we can get them tonight!” he tells her with a wink. He actually believes the insincere grin she gives him in return, though it slips from her face as soon as he turns his attention to the crowd. One dark eyebrow raises in shock as he takes his attention from her. Well, if he’s going to be so obliging…

Ashley darts forward as the bell rings, its peals not even silenced as she slices her arm through the air in a clothesline that will…. whiff the air as Chris ducks under it!

Her eyes go wide as she puts on the breaks, turning just in time to “AHHHH!!!” Take a chop straight across her chest! She cries out, her right hand going protectively towards her chest as Ace grabs her left wrist, backing her toward the ropes.

She’s pressed into them for an instant before Chris pulls back, whipping her across the ring, the rebound from the far ropes sending her careening straight into Ace’s arms, the male sexfighter hooking his right arm under hers, sending her sailing up into the air before-

“UFFFFFF!!!” She hits the mat hard from the hip toss. Instinctively she pulls herself from the mat, almost popping up to her feet before- “WHOAAAUFFFFFF!!!!!!!!” She’s sent back down to the mat with an arm drag takedown, the lithe man snapping back up to raise his arms to the raucous crowd as the disoriented Succubus rolls for the ropes, slipping out under the bottom and leaning against the bottom apron as she tries to catch her breath.


***


“A quick start from Ace, keeping the Succubus off balance and setting the tempo for the early goings here and sending her running to the outside!”

“Yes, but the Succubus knows what she’s doing here…slipping out gives her a chance to break Ace’s momentum, lets her reset and get the match back on her terms!”


***


Damn he’s fast! Ashley thought as she shook out her arms, need to “UNGHHH!!!”

Ace hadn’t stayed still while the veteran took her breather, bouncing off the far ropes and interrupting her inner monologue with a baseball slide and two well placed feet to her bare chest, sending her all the way into the barricade with a cry of protest!

She leans against the barrier, pain in her chest and back warring for attention as she leans her head down, watching Chris work the crowd through the dangling strands of her dark hair. She needs to get moving, get off of that barrier and…

Chris solves her dilemma, gripping her chin and drawing her towards himself before rolling her back into the ring. Using the ropes to pull himself up on the apron, Ace flashes a smile to the crowd before pulling back and hurtling hurling over the top rope like a human slingshot, arching through the air before splashing down on the prone Succubus!


***


“Oh that has got to hurt and already disoriented Succubus! Doesn’t look like your girl is doing well at all, Wildcat!”

Nikky cocked her head to the side. “Looks can be deceiving, George.”


***


Back in the ring, Ace hauls Ashley back to wobbly feet. Gripping her wrist, Chris sends her running on a collision course with the far corner!

“Nnngghhhh…” The breath was knocked out of her, again, as her back hit the buckles. She slumped, her arms going across the ropes, the back of her head leaning back against the top buckle…

Nikky’s words run through her head again, drilling across her psyche.

My favorite little jobber….

The pain of her loss to Hunter…

Disappointing Lacey, losing to that shitstain Jake…

Losing to that …that nothing rookie…

And now…being outshone by this trumped up lower midcarder who should be down on his knees thanking whatever deity let him even be in the same arena as her!

Ace, oblivious as to the seething turmoil filling his opponent’s veins, sees Ashley slumped, pumps his fist in the air, turning and backing up a few steps as the crowd showed its approval, charging in toward the corner, leaping into the air to crush the Succubus into the corner!

Ashley’s eyes widened, seeing Ace leave the ground, then yanked herself out of the way at the last second with a snarl! The air from Ace’s flying body whiffed past her hair as the high-flyer went chest first into the buckles!

It’s Chris’ turn to gag for breath as he the impact drives the air from his lungs, he bounces off the corner, staggering back, until Ashley grabs his hair and sends his face rocketing into the top buckle with a primal cry!

Three more fast turnbuckle smashes have the Ace seeing stars, Ashley sending a fourth vindictive smash for good measure before spinning him around and shoving him back into the corner she’d just vacated.


***


“Oh, a vicious burst from the Succubus!”


“This has been Ace’s match so far, he’s been controlling the pace and kept her off balance since the opening bell, let’s see if she can take advantage of this opening.”

Nikky offered a knowing smirk to her temporary colleagues. “Oh, I think the tone’s about to change.”


***


In the ring, Ashley steps away, flipping her dark hair back from her face and raising her hands behind her head again, her naked chest heaving as she plays to the crowd. Looking back over her shoulder, she lashes out with her left foot, the back-kick driving her heel into Ace just below his navel!

All the air is driven from the suddenly battered male with a huff…his eyes wide and his hands curling protectively around his blasted paunch as his knees buckle. He starts to collapse forward, but Ashley catches him, keeping him on his feet.

Grabbing his right wrist she pulls him forward, leading him toward the center of the ring. Her eyes flick toward Nikky as she draws his arm across her chest, extending his elbow with them facing opposite directions before dropping backwards with a sharp cry, driving his face and chest into the mat as she wrenches his arm in the Fujiwara armbar!

Chris partially bounces up, his left hand coming first to his face and then cringing away from his shoulder, still held in Ashley’s arm. A small smirk plays around her lips as she rolls up to her knees, Ace trying to pull away from her but unable to free his right wrist from her grip.

A wicked look flashes in her eyes as she suddenly swings over his arm, trapping it between her thighs as she kneels and yanking up on the captured wrist, suddenly ratcheting up the pressure in a pump handle grip that has the reeling male screaming in agony!


***


Nikky leans forward, her lips quirking up in approval.

“That certainly looks familiar!” Kevin opines, twisting his face slightly toward the dark clad woman. “Another little trick you taught her?”

She settles back, the outward picture of calm and relaxed. “They do say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”


***


In the ring, Chris is anything but relaxed.

“AHHHH FUCKKK!!!!!!!” His right arm comes up to grip his hair, tugging in agony as Ashley leans back, wrenching at his arm like she was hell-bent on ripping it out of its socket.

The ref, observing his bodily plight and writhing mannerisms, bends over, leaning in.

“What do you say Ace? You can make it stop.”

“NO!” He cried out. “I can…I can…. OHHHH GAWWWWDDDD STAAAAAHPPPPP!”

Hearing his protests, Ashley wrenched back with all of her strength, her dark hair cascading back over him as she leaned back, looking straight up at the arena lights. Chris’s left-hand slaps frantically at the mats!

DING DING DING!

The ref taps Ashley’s shoulder, prompting the Succubus to drop Ace’s arm and collapse back to the mat.

“Winner of the first fall, with a pumphandle ambar…the SUCCUBUS!”


***


“And that just shows how quickly things can turn around in the SFL ring, especially when you in against a veteran like the Succubus. Ace looked to have the match firmly in hand.”

“He did George, but that’s why you should never count out a beautiful and deadly woman like the Succubus. Make one mistake, give her just an inch of leeway, and she’ll make you regret even putting your boots on for the show.”

“And we all know where the Succubus’ real talents lie, don’t we gentlemen?” Nikky observed with a smirk. “That fall was heavy on the ‘fight’ side of sexfighting, and she just beat him at his own game. We’ll see how things play out if they shift more towards her specialty. “

“You’re right there Nikky. The Succubus can twist you in knots but she’s much more interested in draining you dry, and the Shooting Star is going to have to watch out for that in this next fall.”


***


Ace came out of his corner still rolling his shoulder and working out his arm.

“I didn’t hurt you too badly there, did I Ace?” Ashley asked in mock concern as she steps out of her corner, oozing much more confidence now that she was up a fall on her erstwhile opponent.

Ace raises an eyebrow as they start to circle. “Nothing a little deep massage won’t take care of.”

“I can get started on that now if you’d like,” Ashley offered. “I can even promise a happy ending.” She added with a significant glance down there.

His eyes widen for a fraction of a second, a hitch in his step that the watching Succubus can’t miss.

Someone’s eager.

“Sure,” he tries to cover. “You can give me anything you want after my arm’s raised at the end.”

A devious smirk steals across her beautiful face. “You are so adorable…”

They both lunge in for a collar and elbow in the center of the ring, but Ashley quickly shifts her hand from his neck to clamp instead at the bunched muscles of his shoulder that she’d just stretched and twisted!

Chris can’t keep in the sharp cry that blasts past his lips, bringing another vindictive look of glee to the Succubus as she shoves the suddenly much more pliant sexfighter back into a corner.
Jamming her left elbow under his chin to keep him stretched up, Ashley wraps his right arm over the top rope, seizing his wrist from underneath to twist and torque at the battered limb again.

The ref moves in quickly. “Okay Succubus, get him out of the ropes!”

Chris lets out another yell as she tugs sharply on his twisted limb.

“ONE! TWO!!!!”

Ashley glanced at the encroaching official, her dark eyes expressing her irritation, before suddenly leaning into the suffering male….

“MMMMPHHH!!!” Ace drew a muffled gasp of surprise as she pressed her lips into his, driving her tongue into his mouth!


***


“Great strategy from the Succubus, she has Ace trapped and hurting, and you know there are no rope breaks for sexual holds! A smooth transition from a Succubus who doesn’t want to release her victim at the five!”

“Not quite a transition, George.” Nikky observed, pointing to where Ashley was still cranking Chris’ trapped limb even as she took his breath away with a steamy kiss.


***


Ashley’s inner confidence levels begin to soar…coming close to matching the mask she was projecting as she thoroughly explored Ace’s mouth with her probing tongue.

He was already starting to shudder and moan into her lips as she rubbed her bare chest up against him, putting her whole body into the seduction even as she kept a steady and warning pressure on his arm to keep him from any thoughts of escape. His free hand moves to her chest, squeezing between them to cup and lightly tweak her erect nipples.

Ashley purrs into the kiss, appreciative of the trapped sexfighter’s efforts as she decides to return the favor, her painted nails traveling over his chest before scratching lightly at his dark nipple.

“OOOHHH!!!” His sudden cry breaks their kiss, his head thrown back and eyes squeezing shut as her fingers play.

“Oh that is interesting,” Ashley coos seductively, nuzzling into his exposed neck as she scratches faster and faster at his rapidly hardening nipple. “You like that, don’t you Ace?”

“Ohhhh fuckkkkkk.”

That’s a yes for sure.

“All the answer I need, handsome.” She leans into him, her thigh coming up to press at his bulge as her fingers expertly work his erogenous zone. Ace’s hand comes down to grope and squeeze at her scarcely covered ass, but he misses the quick look of confusion that ghosts over her face. Experimentally, she grinds her thigh against him, bringing a fresh round of moans and a squeeze of her ass. A light tug on his still wrapped lime, Ashley pulls back enough to look down as she loops the fingers of her right hand into his waistband, pulling it down quickly to free his erect and already straining cock.


“Oh my God,” she purred huskily, barely hiding her bewilderment with her next one-word statement. “Really?”

Ace’s face lights up in confusion through his euphoric haze.

This?” Her fingers circle his cock, giving it a disdainful shake. “You call this a cock? God, I was hoping to at least have some fun wearing you out.”

Chris’ cheeks burn at the casual dismissal of his manhood.


***

“Oh, ouch.” George opined, wincing and shifting in his seat. “The Succubus just cutting into Ace there! I mean, yeah, he’s no Phenom, but how many people can measure up to that?”

“Words a little close to home there, George?” Kevin quipped with a glance at his fellow commentator.

“The succubus has always liked ‘em large,” Nikky interjected with a shrug of her shoulders. “Average just doesn’t cut it with her.”


***


“Okay, got to tell you Tiny,” she informs him, a taunting nickname already given to him as her thumb runs over his cockhead, smearing his precum. “I was going to suck you off but, wow….seems like such a waste now, you know? And you can forget about that victory ride after I finish your tinker-toy here. Hope your tongue is up to the task.”

“You bitch!” Ace gasped out.

“Oh, got some bite to you after all, eh Tiny?” she taunted. “Gawd, this is what I was worried about?”

Chris doesn’t even try to figure out what she meant by that…despite her sudden shift in attitude she’s still got his dick jumping under her fingers, he knows he won’t hold out long.

“I mean, we could try a titfuck, but it’d probably get lost in-ENNNGHHHHHH!!!!!”

Tired of her belittlement, Ace snaps his head forward and smashes a head-butt into the distracted veteran! Ashley stumbles back clutching at her face, releasing his twisted limb and letting him finally leave the corner.

Keeping his right arm tucked in close to his side, Chris takes a deep breath and launches himself forward, his left arm extending out to thump against Ashley’s upper chest and neck, leveling her with a clothesline.

The Succubus hits the mat hard, but she’s back to her feet fast. Ace uses his left, slashing a backhand chop that smacks of her chest and sends her proud rack bouncing! Ashley cries out and backpedals, but still takes a follow-up shot that cracks off her aching orbs!

Her back presses into the ropes, but it’s no sanctuary as Ace presses into her and sends her rocketing across the ring. He steps forward as she rebounds, meeting her in the middle with a lowered shoulder that brings her up and over, flipping her over his back and sending her crashing back to the canvas in a back-body drop.

Adrenaline pumping, Ace pops his left hand in the air “COME ON!!!!” The crowd happily answers him back, screaming as the topless seductress with a size fetish pulls herself back to her feet.


***


“Looks like Ace is getting his second wind! Will he pull of the second fall, setting up the third and decisive finish against the Succubus?”

Nikky looks to ponder the question. “Hmmmmm…..how about…No.”


***


Bouncing on his heels, Chris takes the ropes for momentum, rushing towards her.


Sensing him coming, the vet throws out her arm, trying to decapitate the charging male but Chris ducks under her clothesline attempt, building momentum as he rebounds off the far ropes, his revitalized fans coming alive, he rushes toward the Succubus, lowering his left shoulder to take her off her feeee-”EERKKK!” Ashley sidesteps at the last moment, her left arm whipping across his throat as she takes his back, wrapping him up in a tight sleeper!

“Gotcha!” she coos into his ear.


***


Nikky leans forward in her seat, intent on the action in the ring. “Uh-oh! Looks like the Succubus is cutting off Ace’s little rally! Who’d have predicted it?”


***


Shaking her shoulders to rub her tits into his sweaty back, Ashley’s tongue darts between her lips, her eyes dancing as Chris struggles in her grip. Ace’s hands grope the air in front of him, trying to carry both of them towards his salvation in the ropes, but Ashley just tightens her grip and jerks, keeping him right in the middle of the ring as she saps what’s left of his strength. His groping hands start to droop as his eyelids flutter….

“Awwww…getting tired Tiny?” He responds by moaning weakly and pulling at her tightening arm…his knees sag…Ashley makes a show of pulsing the hold, following Chris down as he sinks to his knees on the mat. She leans into him, making the flagging sexfighter feel her weight…

Keeping the left arm coiled tightly around his throat, she loosens her right, bringing her fingers to her lips and seductively sucking on them for the crowd before reaching down to his right nipple, her fingers lightly scratching before pinching and rolling the hard nub. That brings a response! Chris moans loudly, his eyelids fluttering as his hips press forward before settling back in the Succubus’ embrace.

“You are such a fan of that, aren’t you Ace?” His mouth open, groaning as her nimble fingers tease his nipple. “Such a good little fanboy…” His eyes close, leaning fully into her embrace. She releases his sensitive nub with a last teasing tweak, her fingers coming up to press in on his cheeks. “You still with me Tiny?” His eyes flutter briefly, prompting a low chuckle from the Succubus as her fingers slide back down his chest, dipping lower over his abs, her hands slipping around his still aroused rod.

“Oh, looks like part of you is still awake!” Ashley crooned to the groggy male, her hand slowly pumping up and down his shaft. A soft moan escaped his lips, his listless hand raising but Ashley shook her head, her arm constricting around his throat as she tutted in his ear “No no no, no fighting Ace, just take it.”

She nuzzled into the side of his face, catching his earlobe in her mouth and nipping lightly with a playful growl. His arm collapsed back to the mat as another low moan was wrenched from his lips. “That’s it, it’ll all be over soon.“ She glanced down mischievously at his leaking cock.

“Poor little guy,“ she cooed, pausing her stroke to rub her thumb over the glistening tip. “He just doesn’t stand a chance, does he?” She resumed a twisting stroke, breaking down the last of what little resistance Chris could offer.

“Come on Tiny, give up. You’re abou-” Chris cut her off with a groan, his cock bursting under her touch and pumping his submission up and onto his stomach as he shuddered, seeming to pulse the last of his strength through his beaten cock! “Can’t even wait for a girl to finish, huh?” She huffed, releasing his cock and holding up her splayed hand, showing off the cum that had dropped onto her fingers. “Normally I’d lick that clean, but really? So not worth the effort.” So saying she wiped her hand across the drained Ace’s face, the overwhelmed sexfighter barely able to wince in protest as his own cum was smeared across his cheeks.

‘Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you’

Letting none of her bone deep relief show through her mask, Ashley unceremoniously dropped the near unconscious Chris to the mat, pushing up to her feet before planting her bare foot firmly on his chest, grinding her heel into him as she raised her arms, a smirk of utter confidence and disdain on her face, the thought of her victory after a long string of disappointments filling her mind with its near euphoric presence.


***

“And the Succubus finishes things in style! Ace is utterly used up in that ring tonight, and there can be no doubt who the better wrestler was tonight!” George practically bounces in his seat.

“No, no doubt at all,” Nicky purrs, setting down her headphones and standing up to clap for the finally victorious Succubus.

Panting, Ashley basked in the praise from the Wildcat as she stepped off the demolished Ace. Everything finally back to the way it should be.

And it will stay that way.


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Author's Note: Few things off the bat!

- Firstly, thanks so much to @[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] for writing the Ashley vs Ace match! His time and dedication towards not only his story, but contributing to mine is truly something that means the world to me. He didn't have to, but he did, and for that, I extend my deepest gratitude. So, please direct your props over to him for this one.

- Ashley finally gets her time to shine! Let's hope she keeps it up, and can also get her fellow LOD sister, Lacey, involved in her winning ways as well.

- @[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] is currently writing the qualifying match of Ruby vs The Tigress, so please check that out on his story. His work is outstanding, and I am also deeply appreciative for him allowing me to use his pool of characters as well.

- If I may be so bold, it seems that this main event against the King and the Duchess is lighting a fire under our current IC Champ! Whether that materializes into something, well, surprising, who's to say? Except me of course , but I'll let you guys chip in on that.

- Yep, the Mermaid will swim again! We'll see about her chances against The MVP, though...

- Olivia Munn is The Succubus.

- Up next: Gavin the Great vs Sexkitten.
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Default Re: Tales of the Sex Fighting League

Kind of really late for me so not gonna do my big usual post, but:

I have complained in the past both here and when you asked me opinion in DM about the Ladies of Darkness and the fact they where presented as good yet never did anything. So when she got called out by Nikki it felt nice and the lil'jab by Bux Bunny about them being Team Rocket was well deserved, but it does feel great to see Ashley win a match and prove to herself that she's still that good,talented wrestler.

I had also been cleared that I was disapointed that you had made a poll and that the result ended with the chosen girl getting squashed easily in a match that really felt like it took all credibility she could have had away. So while as I said it didn,t give me much reason to care about her, I am happy to see you try to use her again. That lil' angle was already a better way to see her than her match honnestly and maybe the one with MVP will be really solid. So I think that's a good opportunity,win or lose as long as it's a good close match, to put some credibility to her name.
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Hey, it's Lac's world, so any time he wants to pop in and do anything, I can't complain. He's the originator of the SFL and everything written or read ultimately comes from that tree. Also good of him to close the book here on the Succubus' mini-redemption arc. Shame about Ace...he seems like a good-natured guy, but the SFL can be a cruel place, and sometimes those sorts of people get stepped on by others on their way up the card. Still though, him losing to the Tigress, Bux Bunny, the Succubus...not such a bad way to make a living, really. Maybe a silver lining, there.

Cool with seeing the Mermaid again. True, she didn't have the best outing against Dan, but I think that match was a bit closer than it seemed (despite the clean sweep). If the alt ending is anything to go by, if she had outlasted Daniel in the second fall, the third was hers 100%. She has a reputation for being good from the cowgirl position...maybe she'll have a chance to show just how good in her upcoming match.

Like that more matches are always being set up, even as we move through a massive card right now. It makes everything feel, well, realistic. Expecting Gavin/Emma to be fun, and thanks again to Lac, too.
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Default Tales of the Sex Fighting League: Arigato

“I let us down.”

“For the hundredth time, Keiji, you did not let us down.”

Seated on an equipment crate, Bux Bunny was more occupied with her thoughts than she was outside conversation as the demure Silk sat next to her.

Wearing a robe handed to her by a nearby stagehand upon re-entering through the curtains, her bare legs swung up and down aimlessly as she reflected upon the tag match.

Those reflections would eventually take a backseat as she looked up at the Japanese man, ready to finish what she started to say to him.

“We went out there. Things didn’t go our way. It’s just the nature of the beast, y’know,” she tried to console him, though her efforts were somewhat distracted and half-hearted.

Not because she didn’t care, but because she couldn’t stop thinking about their opponents.

Well, one in particular…

“I spent too long on the top rope. Had I just come down on Ramon, no hesitation, we could’ve prevailed,” he pointed out to her.

“Trust me, Tokyo, you can spend all week ripping your hair out about ‘what-ifs’: what if I did this move instead of that move? What if I got to her just a little bit faster? Point being, we were good out there. Ramon and Maria…” It somewhat pained her to utter the Brazilian woman’s name, even more to give her props, “....they were better. But not by much.”

“Really?” His sullen expression lifted somewhat.

“Yep!” Running a weary hand through her hand, she did her best to put on a confident face for him, “We kicked ass tonight, my friend. Didn’t get the job done, but there’s always another show. And for you, well shit, it was only your third match in the SFL. With how all those people were reacting to you tonight, just think about how much more popular you’re gonna be with another match under your belt? That help?”

Arigato,” he nodded at her in appreciation, smiling at her encouraging words. “Thank you…”

“Don’t mention it, bud. Now…” Plopping down from the crate, she sorely stretched out her lower back before turning back towards the locker room. “I need to find a good massage therapist before next week. That, and-”

She stopped cold in her tracks the second she turned around.

Her fingers went slack, then, just as quickly, curled into tight fists.

Skipping down the hallway, dressed in her ring gear still, was none other than….

“Keiji, stay behind me,” Melanie told him firmly.

He cocked a confused eyebrow at the seemingly innocuous young blonde heading their way. “What, I don’t understand--”

“I’ll explain later. For now, just stay behind me,” she repeated herself, her body tensing up in a mix of hate, anger, and perhaps even fear.

“Hiya Mel!” Chelsea smiled at her, waving at her in a friendly arc as she came to a stop before them.

“How’ve you been? We haven’t talked in like, at least a few weeks, right?” the petite woman smiled at her.

“I’m fine. Not really in the mood for casual convo, though,” Mel narrowed her eyes at her.

Keiji, again, was confused at the sudden show of hostility by the Bunny.

Shrugging her shoulders, Chelsea was about to say something- but then someone caught her eye.

With gleaming eyes, she cocked her head to the side to get a better look at the Eastern sexfighter.

“Is this a new friend of yours, Mel?” she grinned, sizing him up with keen interest.

“Yep.” Despite feeling like shit on the inside and outside, the Miami woman didn’t let her guard down at all.

“Awesome! I’m Chelsea, btw!” She extended her hand to him.

“Pleased to meet you. Keiji Miura.” Shaking her hand, he again shrugged at a sideways glare by the green-eyed woman.

“Kei-ji.” Pronouncing the name aloud, she practically beamed at him, “That name sounds so delicious! I wish my name sounded that cool.”

“Yeah, I bet you do.” Murmuring to herself, Melanie suddenly said, “Hey Tokyo, didn’t you tell me that your girlfriend was expecting a call from you after the match?”

He was about to say something to Chelsea, but that reminder made him immediately rearrange his priorities. “Oh yes, how silly of me to forget! Aragoto again, Melanie.”

Taking a few steps back, he waved at them both. “I have to leave, but it was good to, ah, meet your acquaintance!”

Smiling, she would wave back at him as the Japanese man took off in the opposite direction, leaving just the two of them.

A recipe, seemingly, for disaster.

“Mmmmm, he’s cute,” Chelsea purred aloud as soon as the Tokyo native was out of earshot.

“He’s also taken,” Mel reminded her with a harrowing look. “I did just say he had to call his girlfriend in Japan.”

But Chelsea kept going, “I bet I could ruin him in a night. That face is too adorable not to have someone’s pussy on it, am I right?”

Mel wasn’t much amused by her lewd comment.

Sighing happily, Chelsea brushed her hair back, redirecting her attention to the Miami woman. “So how’s things been going with you lately, girl?”

“I had a match, in case you didn’t see it.”

“Oh I did!” She grinned at her, her beaming sincerity never ceasing to keep Bux Bunny on edge. “God, it was so hot. I watched it with Michael.”

“Michael? Your boyfriend?”

“No!” she almost immediately shot that down, laughing at that very assumption. “Mel, fucking people doesn’t mean you have to date them. I can fuck anyone I want to here…”

Her expression grew sultry, “And I do mean anyone.”

Mel reluctantly had to let that one slide, for her own health considering how close she was to the psychopath in a plaid skirt.

“Anyhow, I really liked the match you had with those two. Ramon really knows how to take control, huh?” She playfully nudged Mel in the ribcage, right where it was still tender.

“...yeah.”

“And when he had you on all fours in the end, that was just...so hot!” she continued on, both mocking and teasing her at the same time.

“You would know,” was the jade-eyed woman’s only retort.

“You’re right, I would know.” Going along with it, Chelsea clasped her fingers together excitedly. “I just love a big, strong man, really having his way with me. And by the looks of it, you did too! Guess Daniel doesn’t really scratch that itch for you, huh?”

That prickled some feathers on the inside, but on the outside, Melanie tried to keep her cool and reply in stride. “He scratches my itch just fine.”

“Sure.” Her smile didn’t dampen at all. “Well, I guess you’re probably wanting to get back to ol’ Dan-Dan. From what I hear, he’s gonna have his work cut out for him tonight. But, I’m sure he’ll do awesome.”

“Chelsea….” Choosing her next words carefully, Melanie tightened the knot around her robe some, still trying to maintain her composure against the woman who was very nearly responsible for costing her a career before it ever really began.

“Yes babe?”

“Look, let’s not ‘high school’ this and keep skating around the issue here. Daniel has enough on his plate to deal with you trying to play your little mind games on him. And, knowing just how twisted and sick you really are, underneath all that fake happy-go-lucky bullshit, I have no interest in you deciding to take things up a notch once you realize that he is and never will be interested in you. So, that leaves us with two options: either accept the fact that you’re a psychotic bitch who he wants nothing to do with, or I can-”

“You’ll what?” Chelsea suddenly told her in a challenging tone, a darkness consuming her facial expression.

She paused in her next thought, taken aback by the aggressiveness of the interrupting woman.

“You’ll what, Melanie?” Chelsea told her in a softer, though no less dangerous tone. “How exactly would you stop me if I decided to make things more obvious for Daniel who his soulmate really is? Last time you and I were in a ring, as I recall, I made you go away for a month. And let’s face it: the only reason I didn’t go further was because Kenzie wanted to play with you after.”

She walked nearly nose-to-nose with the Miami woman, smiling in a wicked arc from corner to corner.

“If there was a next time, I wouldn’t stop because someone told me to. I would keep hurting you until you decide that maybe, you should pick another profession for your own health. And then, when you’re all broken down and pathetic, well, I guess we’ll see just how much Danny cares for you then.”

With that said, she brushed past Melanie, sauntering down the hallway while whistling a tune under her breath.

Danny boy.

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The show returned from the commercial break to a shot of the Enforcer in the interview area, the brunette woman dressed in her signature attire of boots, bare legs, and the formfitting top of a black police uniform.

The New York woman had no-nonsense written all over her face, with her glare eventually lowering to the much shorter Missy Thompson as the cameraman pulled back on the shot some to get both women in frame.

“Monica, later on tonight you will be taking on Princess Charlotte, the daughter of the legendary Miss Handcock. You made the initial challenge to her in an interview similar to this, and, on the same night I believe, she agreed to become your opponent. Now, I’m sure you have some...intense feelings for her considering her victory over your husband, Rescue. But my question to you: are you able to put those feelings aside and focus on doing your best professionally, or have things simply gotten too personal for you to separate the two?”

“This is a sexfighting club televised nationally, Missy. Personal shit gets intertwined with professional duty all the time but let me get to your question. She won the match against my husband. I can hate how she did it, but….she did it, and the referee rang the bell. My issue is that my name came out of her stuck-up piehole, a place where it shouldn’t have been in the first place. This girl, who doesn’t even have enough matches on her belt to count on two hands, thinks, all of a sudden, she’s better than two people who actually had to carry their own gym bags to train night after night instead of having a butler do it for them. And don’t even get me started on her ‘special privileges’.”

The interviewer nodded as the Enforcer’s words took on an even more contemptuous edge, “Professionally, I think that Charlotte West is a...competent grappler. Brat’s got talent, that much I can’t deny. But what I can say is that she’s delusional as hell if she believes that her last name grants her immunity from getting her ass kicked tonight. Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“You mentioned her grappling ability. Are you at all concerned about what could happen if she were to unleash one of her patented submissions on you?”

Monica’s determination didn’t waver at all. “Missy, I was a woman with tenure in a profession that spit out former Marines within a period of only a few years. I had to restrain 200+ pound men jacked up with every possible drug from PCP to gorilla testosterone shooting through their veins, so believe me when I say I know damn well how to protect myself on the ground. If anything, Charlotte needs to worry about what happens when I get her on the mat, because I plan on-”

“Excuse me.”

Walking right into frame, a slender man in a dark suit walked up to the Enforcer, his hands carrying a clipboard.

A bit miffed at being cut off mid-sentence, Monica nonetheless acknowledged him, “Kinda in the middle of something here, sport. Can this wait until after the interview?”

“Um, what I’ve just been told is very time-sensitive, and needs to be heard by your ears, well, effective immediately,” he told her, gripping his clipboard even tighter.

Taking a sigh, the Enforcer had no choice but to beckon him on. “On with it, then.”

“I was told to inform you, on behalf of the Miz, that your match with Princess Charlotte has been cancelled due to the discovery of an injury, recently discovered by our medical professionals, that would immediately disqualify against any kind of physical contact ton-”

She scoffed out loud. “Of course, that little shit finds a way to weasel out of this. Let me guess...she broke an artificial fingernail on a punching bag? Nah, I don’t even wanna know what pathetic excuse she thought of.”

“Actually, Monica….” He had to re-read the sheet on the clipboard, evidently just to be sure, and then went on, “You were the one who was injured. Not Charlotte West.”

That got an even bigger laugh out of the former policewoman.

Chuckling lightly, she finally told him, “I’m not injured. The only thing hurt in me is my pride, but I’ve got no problem waiting until Princess Peach decides to come out of her little castle and take her ass-beating like a wom-Aargggh!”

An explosion of leather suddenly exploded against the base of her neck, knocking Monica down in an unceremonious tumble with the suited man remaining where he was.

Grunting out heavily, the former police officer immediately grabbed at the back of her skull and shoulder, swearing even louder as the cameraman went down to capture her facial grimace.

Missy would immediately take her leave, evacuating the area as fast as her petite legs could carry her….

… right as another pair of high heels entered the frame right next to the Enforcer’s body.

The assault weapon in question then dropped into full view: an expensive pink versace handbag.

“And Mother always said I packed too much,” came the smug, sneering voice of Charlotte West as the camera panned up to her bright dress.

Monica’s initial response was just to groan even louder, the surprise attack leaving a lingering effect on her.

“You know, I really respect what you cops do out there in this crazy world. Going to all the scary neighborhoods, taking down the bad guys, all that jazz.”

Taking off her sunglasses, she casually put them inside her handbag, before handing the fashionable accessory to the lean man in the dark suit.

“I’ve got nothing but respect, except for the whole speeding ticket bullshit. That just pisses me off.” She removed her wrist bracelets, giving them to the man as well.

“You have no idea how much that pisses me off.” Bending down, Charlotte forcefully grabbed a handful of the former cop’s raven locks, yanking back up into a sitting position.

“I’ll be honest with you, Monica. This is so incredibly beneath me. In fact, you should consider yourself pretty honored I’m doing all this for you.”

“.....fucking...coward,” she spat at the grinning blonde woman, still too dazed to offer any tangible resistance.

Rolling her eyes with a chuckle, Charlotte sneered at her, “I am the daughter of Susan ‘Multi-time SFL champion’ West, peasant. I don’t play nice; I play to win…”

Tightening her grip into a fist, the blonde woman dragged Monica up to her feet in a sudden effort, taking one determined bound to the right and then hurling the brunette woman into a nearby equipment crate.

Absorbing the sharp impact on her shoulder, the Enforcer gritted her teeth as she slumped down to a knee.

“I don’t know how your day’s been- frankly, I don’t really care, but I have had an enlightening couple of hours. All day, I have been trying to find someone- anyone, in this building who can really put the fear of me inside of you. And every time I asked, giving them just the prettiest angel smile I could manage, I was told the same damn thing. Can you guess what it was?”
Instead of allowing her to do that, Charlotte abruptly gathered Monica up by the wrist, swinging her forward into a deserted metal table.

Hitting the hard surface stomach first, the brunette went down on both knees, coughing out as her internal windbag was assaulted.

But that was far from the only part of her body the aristocratic blonde was targeting.

“Every time, they told me: if you want to get shit done, you get it done yourself. Novel concept, right? But then, I thought about it…” On the other side of the table now, she took Monica by the wrist, lifted that particular arm up, and then-

“Hah!” With a fierce yell, she slammed her arm down elbow first on the hard metal surface.

Once. Twice.

“Aarggghh shit!” An uncontrollable yell was forced from the Enforcer’s lips as her right arm was repeatedly smashed against the table.

Charlotte delivered one final smash, before dismissively pushing away her grimacing face with an open hand.

“Why should anyone take me seriously if I can’t make them take me seriously? Only way you can get that kinda respect….is to make them remember just how badly you can fuck them up. Like how I’m doing to you right now!” Practically skipping around the table, she made her point much more emphatic by driving the toe of her high heel into Monica’s sternum.

She wheezed out loudly as the punt kick to the ribs resonated.

Then, another one to the same area of flesh nearly made her eyes bulge out nearly out of her skull.

“Oh, and, about you calling me a…” Charlotte’s disgust was evident as she repeated Monica’s earlier words, “....’competent’ sexfighter earlier? Sweetie, I was taught by very dangerous people how to break bodies. See, you just played a tough bitch with that little uniform. I was that tough bitch, day and night. All my life, I have been trained to do one thing....”

Another punt kick made Monica nearly collapse on her belly.

“Win.” Brushing some of her hair out of her blue-eyed stare, the blonde woman grabbed her by the right arm and forced her back up yet again.

Tucking the limb behind her back, Charlotte positioned her in front of a locker room door.

Without warning, without mercy, she shoved her backwards with her right arm trapped between the door and the rest of her body!

Shrieking out once more, she collapsed on her knees with her right arm being clutched sorely.

“God, for a former cop, you scream like such a little bitch, Monica! Just like…” Bending down once more, Charlotte wore a malevolent sneer, “Just like your loser husband.”

Though her face was twisted in pain, a flicker of anger was clear as she glowered up at the smug blonde.

“But you know what was really interesting about Tony? After I destroyed him and whatever dignity he still had left, I made him kiss my feet. Repeatedly. Now, I know you probably watched that part, but here’s what he didn’t tell you.”

Her grin only widened as she cupped Monica’s chin, keeping her gaze upwards. “When your husband was on his knees, worshiping royalty, he looked up at me with those pathetic eyes, like how you’re doing now.”

“I could tell he never had a woman really show him who was in control before me. Probably because he’s married to someone who’s equally pathetic to him. And let’s face it, when I was fucking Rescue into the best orgasm he ever had the pleasure of receiving, it probably gave him the kind of excitement he hasn’t felt in a long time.”

Monica’s eyes were livid.

“Now, I want you to give Mr. Firefighter a message from me, his beautiful, perfect little Princess. I want you to tell him that-Ow!”

Shooting her head forward in a sudden move, Monica caught Charlotte right on the nose with a headbutt, sending her staggering backwards.

Making her pay for her premature gloating, the former policewoman stumbled up to her feet after the reeling blonde.

“You fucking...CUNT!” Surging forward, a running boot nearly doubled the West woman over as it connected right across the stomach of her dress.

Grabbing her by the hair with her good arm before she could collapse inwardly, Monica stumbled around her to wind up for something nasty….

… and then delivered on it effectively by throwing the Princess shoulderfirst into a nearby makeup table with the makeup artist quickly scrambling out of the way.

Falling down then with all kinds of cosmetic equipment sent off the table and all over her upper body, Charlotte now had to experience a taste of the pain and suffering she had inflicted upon the Enforcer.

Not staying long in a stationary position, she was on all fours just as Monica staggered over to her, still favoring her right arm.

“You call that an ambush, you pampered little bitch?” Returning the favor from earlier, she rained down a clubbing blow on the back of Charlotte West with her good arm, a follow up faltering as she remembered very painfully that she couldn’t use her other limb.

But that didn’t stop her from dragging up the blonde woman with one hand.

“I’d rather fucking eat my badge dry than ever go to the doctor’s note on account of a spoiled, annoying brat like yo-Aargggh!” Whatever Monica was about to finish saying, would never come out as Charlotte, suddenly armed with a can of setting spray, unloaded the liquid right into her unprepared eyes!

Spraying her right at point-blank range, the invisible mist quickly became an irritant to her exposed pupils, prompting the former cop to reel back grabbing at her face.

On her knees still, Charlotte’s facial expression was returned to its usual smug state.

Tossing the can spray away haphazardly, she rose to her feet, brushing off some imaginary dust off her expensive dress while regarding the cursing, blithering brunette with pure disdain.

“Foundation and you don’t agree on much, do you?” she remarked dryly, looking to her left for something even more interesting.

Trying to clear her eyes, somehow making it worse as the spray’s negative effects on her eyes only lingered, Monica would however respond to the blonde woman’s sneering tone.

Moving towards the sound of her voice, being temporarily blinded, the Enforcer would walk right into something even more damaging.

Specifically, the metallic legs of the makeup chair against her right shoulder.

With a cry, Charlotte swung the portable piece of furniture like a baseball bat, forcing a grimacing yelp from the Enforcer.

She went down to a knee, trying to contain her pain through gritted teeth and a-

“God, fucking go down already!” With an impatient snarl, Charlotte winded back up and then smashed the chair against Monica’s outstretched right arm.

That blow got another cry out of the former police office, leading to yet another chair attack that this time connected everywhere from the crook of her elbow to the back of her shoulder.

A bellowing wail was finally dragged out of the proud woman’s voice as she went down on her belly at last, writhing miserably with her booted feet kicking against the floor.

It was that scream that seemed to finally bring out some of the backstage personnel, reserve referees, SFL coaches, and talent relations officers who rushed all around the two women.

Though keeping their distance, they began urging the Princess to leave, with many of them already calling for medical intervention as the Enforcer’s painful groans kept going.

“Not so tough now, huh Monica?” she taunted her, kicking the groaning woman over on her back.

Then, much to the protests of the SFL personnel, she put the chair down with the front two legs going on either side of the brunette woman’s head.

With her neck trapped under the metallic bar connecting both legs, the Enforcer’s plight was made even more humiliating as Princess Charlotte decided to sit triumphantly on the chair.

Tossing her hair back, she crossed one shapely leg over the other.

“You know, I think you should really get that arm checked out, girlfriend,” she commented, feigning concern as she practically gloated right in her pain-stricken face.

“You...you...fucking….” Not even able to complete a sentence, Monica winced out the rest of her sentence, the searing pain in her right arm making it near impossible for her to speak coherently at this point.

Casually checking her fingernails, Charlotte smirked at a concerned referee before finally leering down at the Enforcer.

“So, now that we’ve established who’s the boss and who’s the bitch, I think I’m going to get my hair done all nice and pretty for tonight when they announce me the winner of the match by default. Have fun rehabbing with your loser husband!”

Getting off the chair, she added one last insult to injury by stepping on Monica’s forehead on the way down.

Sauntering happily down the corridor, she had seemingly not a care in the world while the Enforcer in turn would be tended to by just arriving EMTs…..


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Default Re: Tales of the Sex Fighting League

Always a treat to see both Chelsea and Charlotte playing their mind games and backstage shenanigans. Thanks for writing this for us, mate.
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Default Re: Tales of the Sex Fighting League

The scene with Charlotte was well written, but it also kind of tanks my evaluation of her as a character. It was just so... thuggish?

I can't help but wonder how many people are going to admit that jumping Enforcer like that took guts, but, if she had the guts to do that...

Why wasn't she willing to get in the ring with Enforcer?
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Default Re: Tales of the Sex Fighting League

Can you have another match with the same match rules as the one with ruby rider for dan dangers next match
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