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Sara Steele’s back once more felt the cruel surface of the mat surface with yet another scoop slam delivered by Magnum OP.

Going from upside down in mid-air to flat on your back is almost always a disorienting sensation for any sexfighter, but for the redheaded former bodybuilder who had already absorbed countless body slam variations in this current fall, the feeling was only amplified.

Rolling over on her side, her back was predictably arched against the mat while Michael looked down on her.

His hardon was still burning through his trunks as it throbbed just at the sight and sound of her writhing body.

Visible blisters and bruises adorned his bare chest from the offense she had managed to get off on him: chained knife edge chops, the occasional knee thrusts, and very short-lived spans of leggy imprisonment.

But no matter what she threw at him, it wasn’t enough to garner the same result as the first fall of the match.

On the other hand, he still had plenty left in his inventory to dish out.

“Didn’t like that one either, huh?” he mocked her, rolling his neck around with little fatigue showing on his muscled physique.

She gave an anguished groan in immediate response, only to cry out as he gripped her by those crimson locks.

Dragging the auburn-haired woman up with little care, he cupped the back of her head with the same head and threw her right into the ropes.

Watching for her rebound, he caught her with both hands the second she came back into range, lifting her off the ground first before spinning the redhead around in front of him with similar ease.

Then, he brought her down….backfirst on his extended knee as he kneeled down to ‘cushion’ the landing.

Sara’s cry was even louder than before as the small of her back felt the sharp point of his bare knee.

Almost every fan in attendance cringed at the violent impact of the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, a uniformly normal reaction.

For anyone but Chelsea Cheer.

The blonde woman cheered out in her typical happy-go-lucky manner as the redhead suffered still on his extended knee.

Magnum almost mercifully shoved her off of his leg and to the mat, electing to instead stand up and keep showing off to the fans.

All the while his erection continued to rage angrily, yearning for sexual contact on top of all the physical domination he had dealt to her body thus far.

Taking in the relatively mixed reaction (as usual, boos from the men, and high-pitched screams from the women), he turned back to the writhing woman who was still, well, writhing in pain.

“How about that one? Any better?” he continued to taunt her.

Sara’s look was perfectly indicative of how she was feeling at that moment, plus some.

He wiped at his lip for a second, as if remembering the soccer-style kick she had managed to land on him seconds before he quickly shut that attempted comeback down with a hard clothesline when she went for a rebound off the ropes.

One grin to his blonde-haired lover later, Michael knew exactly what to do next.

“Promised my girl I’d bust this out at least once before closing this thing out. Hope you don’t mind.” Without warning, he reached down and scooped her up off the mat.

Holding her close to him, Magnum stood at full height with the Woman of Steele horizontal across his torso.

Besides the obvious ways, this hold was beneficial to him in that it allowed him to feel up her now bare chest with his pectoral muscles for more stimulating contact as well as grab a fistful of her naked buttocks with his left hand.

Liking the ass groping in particular, Michael also relished in more of the physical punishment.

With no warning, he slammed her down on his outstretched knee, giving her even more misery to sift through.

Her feet kicked out fruitlessly as she remained trapped between his glistening chest and his bent knee for quite some time, before finally he lifted back up off into the horizontal position.

Walking around the ring with Sara still in tow, he made sure the cameraman got a closeup of the slim curvature of her back leading right into those pale lower cheeks that got plenty of male attention, for better or worse.

Seconds later, he put even more pressure on that spine by bringing her down on the same knee.

Hearing her shout and squirm for the second consecutive time seemed to make Chelsea even more happy.

Michael liked it when she was happy.

It usually meant things were going to end very well for him.

Bringing her back up in the air one last time, he walked a few more paces around the squared circle before bracing his knees, and then throwing her overhead in a delayed fallaway slam!

Hitting the mat with a bounce and then a roll, Sara’s body was painfully transported from one end of the ring to the other.

Eventually, she ended up nearly limp on the ring apron, just under the bottom rope with one arm hanging listlessly on the outside.

She remained there as Chelsea skipped over the corner to face the redhead on that side of the ring.

The referee gave her a warning glare, but the blonde woman didn’t dare touch the Woman of Steele.

That was her man’s job, after all.


***


“Evidently, getting head between falls must be one hell of a cheat code to success around here, because Magnum has been on a roll ever since then. Aside from some initial moments of sustained dominance in the beginning, he basically steamrolled Sara almost the whole second fall. Getting the submission win off the single-leg Boston almost seemed like a mercy compared to the hell he put her spine through. And in this final leg, he doesn’t seem to be letting up on that strategy.”

“And he shouldn’t,” Kevin pointed out. “That young man found a very successful formula taking away the foundation of Sara Steele and should stick to it. Will it be enough to carry the day and score him a win? Who knows, but one thing that’s for damn sure is no one should be taking Magnum lightly after this match. Win or loss, he’s really making a case for himself here. And I’m sure that fact is not lost on Miss Cheer as well.”


***


Walking over to her sprawled out position on the ring apron, he reached between the ropes and grabbed a fistful of crimson.

Chelsea stood by as the Woman of Steele was dragged up and into a standing position with Magnum still inside the ring.

Keeping his grip over her, he draped one of her arms around his neck, grabbed her for a front headlock, and then lifted.

He lifted the redhead off the ring apron and into the air, looking to transport her back into the ring the hard way with a vertical suplex.

But the fight was still inside of Sara Steele, enough so that she fought that maneuver in mid-air with her legs kicking valiantly against him.

Making it harder and harder for the Florida man to keep her hoisted up, her efforts eventually paid off as he was forced to put her back down on the apron.

Seizing the fleeting opportunity before it passed, she worked to weaken his resolve by peppering fast and furious punches into his ribcage.

He grunted out with every blow landing, loosening up his grip until finally she was free.

Free and fired up to assault him directly with a forearm shot right to the jaw.

Reeling back slightly from her weaponized limb, he stumbled right back into another forearm, and then another one, followed of course by-

“Uggghh!” Magnum finally staggered backwards as her repeated blows seemed to fully register with him, rendering him in a momentarily groggy state while she still clung on to the ropes on the ring apron.

Seeing him in that compromised state towards the center of the ring gave sudden inspiration to the Woman of Steele.

Instead of entering the ring formally, she kept to the side, eventually climbing up the nearest corner turnbuckle.

Ascending up to the top perch, she had her target within sight almost immediately.

Standing up just as Chelsea’s concerned shout alerted Magnum to her general direction, the redhead breathed in, and then took flight.

Launching forward onto his standing position, she came down on him with a flying axe handle right to the-

“Nnaah!” Magnum OP struck first and connected fully with a big boot right to her outstretched sternum the second she entered range.

Stopping her momentum dead with the deflating sole of his boot against her naked chest, he promptly faltered back as she crumpled flat as a pancake on the mat.

There was surprise on the faces of many in the crowd as the redhead’s latest comeback attempt was ultimately for naught.

Falling down to his knees, he resumed cradling his jaw sorely, the advanced warning from his blonde valet obviously giving him just enough time to adjust accordingly to her attempted aerial knockdown.

Though there were many supporters of the Florida man, perhaps no one was more vocal about it than Chelsea Cheer who was absolutely jumping up for joy at the sight of the Woman of Steele lying spread-eagled in the middle of the ring.

Clapping voraciously like she was on the playing field of her favorite sports team, she used her voice to continue rallying up the blonde man from his brief kneeling stupor.

It was seemingly through her very enthusiastic ringside support that Magnum OP finally rose up to his feet again, his lip possibly busted open but nonetheless his determination still intact.

“Damn! Gonna need to play that back,” he commented aloud, stumbling towards the still downed Sara Steele with her nearly caved in chest heaving visibly from the deflating collision.

Walking over to her side, he latched his hand onto those dark red locks and yanked her off the mat with a certain roughness.

Seeing the pain still etched into her face brought a smile to Michael’s handsome features. “What do you think, Steele? That one for the highlight reel?”

Her response was indicative of her enduring spirit. “Nah, I think they’ll want to run back the part where I make you go blue in the face again. I hear that’s coming up pretty damn soon.”

Naturally, he scoffed. “Only thing you’ve got to look forward to is my dick in that pretty little mouth of yours. But you don’t get that privilege until I do this.”

Squeezing her head between his thighs, Magnum lifted her body off the ground completely and then wrapped his arms around her for the lift.

Executing it with little difficulty, he hoisted her tall form up with her legs draped limply on both shoulders.

But his destination wasn’t the mat below; it was far, far, more sinister.

Taking a running start, the blonde man kept his hold over her, his trajectory quickly revealing itself to be the farthest corner to the left.

Sara was still sitting atop his upper body as he suddenly halted his advance and hurled her backfirst into the turnbuckle padding without hesitation!

The sound of flesh against vinyl was a powerful thud as the ringpost itself nearly buckled against her thrown weight.

Barely on her feet with a moment, her face twisted into a screaming grimace with her knees failing her quickly thereafter.

Collapsing right back down to the mat, she assumed an extremely vulnerable sprawled out position with her bare back arched upwards.

The blonde woman had her gleaming eyes squarely placed on the Man’s Man as he rolled his shoulders around eagerly.

Going around until he was standing over the Woman of Steele, Magnum looked down at the bared woman, her articles of clothing stripped from her pale body.

Now, there was just one more thing to remove, and it wasn’t on her end.

Tucking his fingers into his trunks, Michael shimmied out of his briefs, revealing his cock was already growing to a presentable shape just from being so close to her feminine form.

Scrunching it up in one hand, he tossed it through the ropes at Chelsea, who caught it with a delightful giggle.

Letting her enjoy the scent of his masculine presence, he then turned back to Sara, still struggling to overcome the invisible rack of pain still permeating her spinal column.

“We still doing good, Steele?” he mocked her, one hand already on his cock. “I am doing fucking spectacular over here.”

Shamelessly masturbating himself almost to the sounds of her wincing grunts and writhing lower body, he put in the necessary groundwork to ensure his dick was in perfect working condition.

And once it was, indicative by the slick sound effects of his palm caressing the foreskin, Magnum went down to secure access to her body.

Grabbing her arms one at a time, he individually locked each limb in a chickenwing hold, eventually pressing his chest down on her back.

Their bodies lying right on top of another for just that tense, charged moment, Michael filled the air with a whispered statement, “Gonna hurt for just a second, and then…” His hardened manhood rubbed teasing against her tailbone, teasing at her rear entry. “We’ll fuck that pussy nice and slow for my girl. She likes it when I take my time.”

He simulated his thrusts for a moment before, and then stood up.

Lifting the redhead off the mat and on her feet, he made sure she was hooked in for the ride, and then continued the elevation.

Sara’s naked feet left the mat with her bare chest being presented up in mid-air, her well-shaped melons bouncing up slightly as he relished in his redheaded capture.

Taking a few steps to position them dead in the center, he became so confident now that a victory statement was already on his lips. “Get a good look at all these people. They’re about to see you take one up the-ugggh!!” Magnum promptly received a headbutt right to the nose mid-sentence.

Lurching back, he involuntarily released Sara Steele from the double chickenwing, his staggering feet transporting him against the nearby ropes.

Grabbing at his face, he was already cursing both under his breath and loud enough to be heard by the fans in some of the far rows while the redhead had long internalized her own pain and suffering.

Still holding her back, she did perk up to his pained groans, notably when those groans turned into very, very angry growls.

“Bitch!” Lunging at her with a sudden push off the cables, he attacked her with a running clothesline that was seen, telegraphed, and most importantly ducked under by the Woman of Steele who also became mobile in immediate response.

Running against the ropes he just came off of, she swallowed all of her back pain and managed to pull off a resounding calf kick that connected on the bridge of the nose.

Yelping out in sharp acknowledgment, he crumpled down almost instantly with both hands going right back up to his face.

Sara was on the mat at the same time anyways, struggling to fully recover just from the buckle bomb alone.

The recovery time on that was thankfully enough to coincide and nearly overlap with Michael tending to his attacked nostrils.

Massaging the nasal centerpiece of his face, he kept on putting space between them, whether intentionally or not.

Finding the bottom rope to lean up against, he was soon comforted by Chelsea on the outside who was whispering encouragingly into his ear.

Shaking his head some, he seemed to respond positively enough to her verbal encouragement on one side.

And once he opened his eyes fully to his surroundings, something else came up on his radar, heading right towards him in a-”

“Hah!” Completing her dash from one point of the ring to the other within seconds, Sara scored soundly with a running knee strike right to his facial features!

It was a smack of flesh against flesh so sudden, so swift, that Chelsea immediately recoiled back from his slumped position, her hands over her mouth.

The fans echoed a similar sentiment of shock, before applauding the redhead as Magnum’s head rolled to the side, nearly level with the canvas.

Breathing just as hard as she was ever determined, the Woman of Steele looked down at the blonde sexfighter on the outside.

Michael’s eyes were anywhere but facing up, so he obviously wasn’t privy to the intense look that the two women now shared.

Observing this fact herself, Chelsea quietly took her hands off her mouth, and stared boldly at the former bodybuilder.

Her head tilted to the side in that cryptic manner, her unreadable expression communicating a simple statement, That all you got?

Sara found her resolve again in that challenging glare, reaching down to bring the blonde man off the mat and up in a more presentable position.

It pained him greatly but amused her somewhat to grab on to his throbbing nose as leverage, clamping her fingers around his nostrils to ‘compel’ him upwards.

“...fuck, fuck.” Complaining audibly, he was too groggy to push her back anyways, something that Steele used to her advantage to initiate her next attack.

And that was a straight forearm to the face when he was on his feet again, and then another one to further rock him back against the ropes.

The third forearm nearly rendered his legs wobbly with the solidity of straws, giving her enough confidence to proceed on.

Cupping him around the chin, she braced his head against her right shoulder, applying a three-quarter facelock.

Leading Magnum OP out of the cables and slightly to the center, she bent forward into a kneel while pulling him in the same direction, ultimately flipping him to the mat in a straightforward snapmare!

Taking the brunt of the initial landing on his tailbone, he started to form a grimace, but sooner than later he had another thing to worry (and writhe) about.

Namely, her hands keeping his head upright while she draped her right leg over his neck.

Falling down in a controlled manner, Sara Steele crossed her ankles together at a right angle to cinch in the infamous figure 4 variation of her dreaded headscissors.

Going down with her, Michael’s eyes went wide and heavy with panic.

The pressure was now applied, and he felt every skull-crushing bit of it.

Sitting partially on her side, Sara’s technique was flawless despite her otherwise battered state.

With her dominant leg still coiled around his chin and her other ankles locked perpendicularly, she simply had to squeeze inwardly to force the desired result.

And by the way he was squirming and kicking out fruitlessly with his legs, that result surely seemed inevitable.

“Tap!” she demanded with figurative steel in her voice and literal steel wrapped in flesh compressed around his throat by the second.

He kicked out again, trying to muscle out of Sara’s vice.

But many before him had tried that and failed.


***


“Wow, we are really travelling in dangerous waters now. Once she gets those legs wrapped in tight like that, it’s like an anaconda coiling around you. I would be surprised to see Magnum try for the ropes, and- oh, think he nearly tapped there!” George exclaimed, keeping up with the action while speaking as Michael’s arms were waving wildly in the air.

“She’s got it locked in, that’s not for debate. What is for debate, perhaps, is just how long he thinks he can hold out. Ace barely lasted fifteen seconds before pounding the mat. The Alpha, same thing. They both chose tapout rather than pass out, but being frank with you…” Kevin was not blind to the way Chelsea was taking in everything going on in the ring now. “I don’t think either option would be particularly enticing to that young woman at ringside.”

“Yeah, one would expect Cheer to be making her presence felt throughout this match- legal or not, but aside from that rest period blowjob, she’s kept out of it. I wonder what that’s all about…?” George posited aloud.

Kevin gave his honest impressions. “I can’t begin to speculate about all the goings-on in her head, but I can speculate about how this potential win could favor Sara Steele in the rankings. Alright, I’m not talking about a major shift in terms of card placement, but this would be an elevation of her nonetheless. And there is certainly no lack of demand for fresh faces to occupy the upper echelons of the singles division.”


***


“Nngghhh…..” Michael’s voice was barely above a sustained grunt at this point.

He had nearly exhausted every possible avenue for escape, including physically dragging them both towards the ropes.

But the ring vet that she was, Sara Steele would roll her hips against his push, keeping herself anchored right at the center while strangling him even more for trying otherwise.

The pressure had not let up one bit, only increasing with nearly half a minute gone by.

It was a lot longer than many sexfighters- male or female, had lasted, but the naked woman, with her curves glistening with both strain and fatigue, was not impressed. “You wanna go out in front of your crazy ass girlfriend, be my guest. I’ll fuck that cute face of yours whether you’re conscious or not.”

Judging by the alive determination in her voice, as well as in her eyes, there was no doubt that Sara was capable of dimming Magnum OP’s lights to a pitch black.

And his legs and arms were starting to lose strength, the resisting energy seemingly drained out of him with every fierce pulse of her leg muscles against his compressed throat.

Looming closely, the referee watched him buck with his hips, trying again for the ropes with a frantic arm.

Behind the ref, Chelsea watched with curious eyes, her head still fixed in that enigmatic tilt as she somewhat anxiously twirled around a lock of blonde hair.

Sara Steele briefly caught her observing expression but wasn’t about to divert her focus to ringside.

Not when the young man between her legs seemed to be on his last few strains of-

“Fcccckkk!” Shouting right from the edge of defeat, seemingly, Magnum suddenly turned his head over to face against her crotch.

Her very naked crotch.

Exploiting just about the last logical route he still had left, he parted his lips with a muffled groan and let his tongue wander right into her unprotected womanhood.

Sara’s expression changed in a heartbeat as she realized a potentially fatal flaw in her bodily vice, but it was already too late.

Delving his tongue deep within her pink folds, he orally serenaded her with a powerful harmony that took root within her sexual core and pierced her tall frame.

Getting up to his knees for a better angle, Magnum lapped at her with a lewd, desperate rhythm that put the burden of pressure- more sexually charged than it was physical, right back on her.

Tightening her grip over his head instinctively, she bit her lips together to prevent any truly telling vocal reactions from escaping her mouth, but her lower body was telling enough just in its hip rolling and toes curling up with every lick.

She tried to cancel out his sexual efforts, but his desperation won out against her physical persistence, at least for now.

Eventually and inevitably, he started to trace up the delicate bud of her femininity.

That sent a visible shiver through her body with a concentrated lash attacking her clitoris, followed by another, and naturally anoth-

“Nnnggh- No!” Yelling out, she braced both feet against his shoulders and kicked him away, releasing their tethered bond of both pain and pleasure.

The blonde man toppled over on his back and immediately filled his lungs back up with fresh oxygen.

She tossed her hair back in both relief and regret, having sacrificed her signature hold just to stave off the very real possibility of a forced orgasm.

Rolling away from her, the simple act of regulating his breathing again was sufficient enough to command his immediate attention.

And he did get his breathing back under control, much to the displeasure and disappointment of many fans in attendance who were now firmly behind the Woman of Steele.

Rolling away from him as well, Sara ended up right next to the ropes, which proved advantageous for her continued stability.

Grabbing those cables for support, she steadily rose up while Magnum did the same, albeit on his own.

Massaging his neck all around, he seemed to put himself back together well enough after nearly being squeezed into unconsciousness, stumbling towards his opponent with his dick still hanging freely between his thighs.

He had felt her dewy center with his tongue, and now…

“Gotcha!” Seizing her left arm in a single chickenwing, he pressed his other hand against her glistening womanhood, palming her pussy as he took her back.

Now, he wanted to feel her drip with his fingertips.

Pumping his masculine digits in and out of her pussy, he initiated a retaliatory fingerfucking campaign much to the despair and reluctant delight of the Woman of Steele.

Attacking her right when her defenses were most lowered, he felt her body shudder and shake against him as they were belly-to-back, the young man just nearly securing a dominant position of control over her with the chickenwing still locked in.

The redhead wasn’t so easy to control, even with his fingers lancing into her pussy with deliberate strokes, and that only emboldened him further.

Especially when those fingers started to roll around against her clit, eliciting a lustful moan out of her lips.

“Yeah, you like it,” he growled out, feeling her pussy lips constrict around his hand just from the renewed attention he was giving her pearled centerpiece.

She shook her head, strands of crimson whipping in front of him, but Magnum OP could feel it.

He was close. She was close.

Close enough to-

Smack! Well, close enough to send a blind back elbow right into his determined face, their intimate proximity working just as well in her advantage.

Reeling back from yet another shot absorbed by his facial features, he steadied himself after a few steps back.

He steadied himself and felt the slight smear of blood as he felt his lower lip.

That made him mad.

“You shitting me?” Stalking right back towards her, he had every intention of grabbing her by the hair and yanking her back for some more- “Uggghhh!”

Once he was in range, she connected yet again with a back kick right to his gut, barely any strategy on her part as his emotions got the better of him.

Lurching down to a knee, he was already gasping for air while Sara straightened out her stance, holding on to the ropes even still.

Glancing briefly over her shoulder at the blonde man behind her, forced to kneel after the potentially deflating kick, she got yet another idea.

Bracing her foot against the middle rope, she used the springboard bounce to elevate her body upwards and then backwards toward the center of the ring.

Throwing her legs back in mid-air from the springboard, she managed to ensnare his neck with those same deadly calves once more.

Gripping the top rope with her hands while her lower limbs had found their way back around him, she pushed up to level her curvaceous form with his grimacing face.

His grimacing, and still focused expression.

Shaking off a dawning sense of déjà vu, Magnum countered the headscissors before it could be fully implemented by gripping her ankles, tearing them away from his neck and positioning them on one shoulder.

On his feet, he then launched her lower half over the top rope with a mighty heave, resulting in Sara Steele leaving the inside of the ring….but not the entirety of the squared circle.

Landing nimbly on the apron like a cat, she clung on to the ropes for dear life, somewhat minimizing Michael’s ultimate plan to dump her out wholesale.

The crowd had steadily grown in appreciation for the Woman of Steele’s athleticism throughout the bulk of the contest, but there was a notable increase in support for her as she remained on the ring apron, forcing Magnum to improvise on the spot.

Snarling out in frustration, he took off in the opposite direction, hitting the ropes and then charging right back at her to deliver a finishing clothesli-

“Whooa!” He couldn’t even fully arc his forearm before tumbling unceremoniously out of the ring himself, Sara holding down the top rope at the right moment as a perfectly timed counter.

Falling over the top, he landed hard on his tailbone, shouting out in painful realization while the crowd cheered on.

Chelsea was just as shocked at him, but her surprised focus was barely the focus of the shot shown on the JumboTron.

It was instead right on Magnum as he mouthed out several profanities, his face scrunched up in illustrated agony.

At the same time, Sara remained on the ring apron above him, watching and waiting for him to eventually clamber up to his feet.

He did, which was good for him and his fanbase…

… and even better for her when she dove off the elevated surface and connected with a flying axe handle right on his unguarded spine!

Attacking him right at the opportune moment- when his back was to her, Sara immediately reaped the rewards as Michael collapsed down in another bit of searing pain.

Now, it was time for him to grab at his own spine as her dual-handed blow connected, reduced to all fours right in plain view of the blonde woman herself.

Leaning against the barricade for momentary support, her eyes alternated between Magnum’s crawling, wincing form, and whatever Chelsea was doing.

Holding on to the ringpost, the blonde woman in knee high boots didn’t seem too flustered by the bodily misfortune that the Man’s Man suffered just then, at least, as far as the redhead could tell.

Tossing her crimson locks back, she didn’t pause to dwell on that, staggering over to him and bringing him up by the hair.


***


“And an axehandle to take him down! We have seen an impressive amount of moves from that woman’s repertoire tonight, and it seems now that she’s winding up for a possible endgame.”

“Very smart of her not to give Chelsea too much attention,” Kevin also noticed, with Sara using most of her remaining strength to push Magnum under the bottom rope and back inside the ring. “This is the final fall of the match, and any mistake you make could be your last. She’s got the crowd in her hand, but if she wants to keep them there, she needs to be very decisive with whatever she’s got planned next.”


***


Magnum rolled and rolled until he was in the center of the ring.

Pain had blossomed in almost every vital area of his upper body, from his face to his chest, and now especially his spine.

But as bad as he was, Sara seemed even worse by the way she staggered after him, the damage done to her back clearly still being felt.

With his chin on the mat, he seemingly had had enough.

But that didn’t stop the Woman of Steele, battered and bruised that she was, from twining her fingers around his dirty blonde hair, and pulling him towards her.

“My legs missed you,” she told him with a hint of a smirk, before plugging his head right back between her thighs.

Clamping around him, she crushed his head with a level of pressure that was almost at complete odds with the amount of visible fatigue that she was displaying.

It was truly an astounding show of lower body strength, though understandably Magnum OP wasn’t in a mood to appreciate the firmness of her leg muscles while being choked by them.

“Fuck- fuck fuuck!” He gasped out, twisting and thrashing his body around neckdown like an animal with its head caught in a metal trap.

But his skull was perfectly held by her constricting legs, perfectly squeezing out the remaining resolve that the blonde man had yet to offer.

Soon enough, one hand hovered tentatively above the mat, the uncertainty clearly still weighing on him.

An uncertainty that wouldn’t resolve itself even as he was gasping for breath, wincing audibly against her pulsing thighs.

Leering down at him, she almost contemplated a little hip dance just for Chelsea’s eyes, as it seemed that the match was all but over.

Kneeling down between her legs, his face was surely past a reasonable point of asphyxiation.

She beckoned the ref over with a summoning gesture, watching the smaller woman inspect Michael for-

“Laa-ame!”

That singsong voice came from her right.

Against her better judgment, she turned and saw the blonde woman on the ring apron, just standing there with that coy look on her face.

That awakened something in Sara.

Once more against her better judgment, the redhead taunted her, “Think you can do any better?”

“I dunno, maybe,” the blonde woman replied with a mischievous little giggle, her laughing presence eventually compelling the referee to go over to that side of the ring.

Sara’s eyes narrowed, not amused at all by the green-eyed woman’s games.

Twirling around another strand of hair, Chelsea drew out her next reply some, “Or maaaaybe….?”

Again, Sara was none too impressed. “Maybe what? Fucking spit it out.”

“Hey, you’re not the boss of me,” the woman pouted at her, sticking her tongue out at her in a childish gesture.

“Fucking gotta be….” The redhead turned to the official. “Get her the hell out of here before I have to come over there and smack-ohhh!”

Before she knew it, Magnum had lifted her up off the mat while her legs were still constricting around his neck.

Taking advantage of that slight window where her focus was on the distraction that his valet had provided and not on squeezing him, he managed to give her just enough airtime to put her head over his back….and then….

SLAM!! Yanking forwards on her legs while she was upside down facing his shoulders, he whipped her back and neckfirst into the canvas with a brutal Alabama slam!

Instantly upon impact, her body crumpled into a ball, limbs tucked in against her chest while Magnum took one unsteady step forwards before ultimately stumbling back towards the nearby ropes.

Rampant booing erupted from all four sides of the ring, none of which affected the blonde man as he leaned back against the middle cable for support.

Her legs had once more nearly gotten the better of him, and he was showing the clear effects of that with every frantic, unobstructed breath that now passed his diaphragm.

“.....fuck.” Briefly massaging his nose, he looked at the downed redhead, and then, shifted his attention to Chelsea who had the brightest smile on her face.

Clapping like he just struck a home run, she had no problem getting off the apron now with the advantage firmly with the Man’s Man.

Sara, cradling the back of her neck with both hands, was still glued to the mat seconds and seconds after the thudding impact.

On the outside floor, the blonde woman proceeded to skip aimlessly across the ring, her hands clasped behind her back while many in the front rows were ogling at her bubbly presence passing them by.

Fighting the urge to let his eyes follow her traveling form as well, he quickly focused in on the down and practically out Sara Steele in the middle of the ring.

Pushing off the ropes, he stumbled his way over to the long-legged sexfighter, mostly shaking off the effects from the headscissors that nearly forced his hand.

Grabbing her around the neck, he pulled and pulled with somewhat diminished strength until finally she slumped forward into his grasp.

Taking a knee to fully accept her weight, Magnum hoisted the woman up into the spinebuster position, her legs dangling listlessly off the mat with him ascending back up to a full stand.

Getting a hand around her lower back, he positioned them towards a nearby corner, and then started towards that very emphatic destination.

Building up speed, he had just passed the halfway point when her elbow suddenly came down hard on the back of his neck.

He grunted out, but tightened his grip around her to continue his advance anyw-

“Uggghh!” Acting out of desperation, Sara brought her elbow down on his upper back again. And then again.

Another sharp blow right to the root of his neck finally brought Magnum down to a knee, releasing the Woman of Steele from an attempted charge backfirst into the buckles.

Quickly getting her footing together, she saw him now presented in a very opportunistic position with his upper body bent forwards.

And without thought, without pause, she took her shot.

Heading to the ropes perpendicular to his lowered head, she raced back to him in a few hasty bounds, jumping up in the air with her front leg curving upwards through the air, and then coming down in a swift and decisive jumping axe kick right to the base of- No!

Magnum jerked his head back mid-move, sidestepping her leg entirely and ending up right on her blindside.

Seizing her by the arms in the double chickenwing, he lifted her up in a hurry, turned to face the center of the ring, and then let gravity take its due course.

Dropping her disbelieving expression right on the canvas, Michael landed on his knees at the same time as his Magnum Opus was finally delivered upon the Woman of Steele.

She was thrown to the canvas in a singular thud and remained sprawled out with her hair spread like crimson tendrils on either side of her face.

In that one sudden instance, the wind completely went out from her, never to be replenished anytime soon.

And that left her open- wide open, for what was still to come.

On his knees, and breathing hard, Michael grabbed her by the thighs, lightly pulling the redheaded sexfighter back towards him.

Lining her up perfectly with his pelvic region.

Dragged without fight or fuss, she scratched weakly against the mat as his masculine presence slowly draped itself over her.

Leaning in over her back while using his free hand to adequately warm himself up for the occasion, he wore a bloody smile as her body language tensed up at his cock now teasing around her opening slit.

He waited, made her want it as much as he wanted to give it to her.

“Don’t hold back. Chels…” Nodding towards the observing blonde facing them outside of the ring, he braced his other hand under her neck. “She wants her money’s worth.”

Then, he pushed that hard cock inside of her, and let his libido take care of the rest.

Sara gave an initial cry of acknowledgement as they were joined in sexual unity, an almost harmonic rolling of the hips captured right on camera and before the eyes of the live audience.

Magnum’s pace was slow and sensual as promised, delivering a drilling pump of erotic power every three or four seconds.

Pushing in and pulling out at a similar pace, he blew back stray strands of dirty blonde hair while Sara writhed in reluctant pleasure.

Then, she whined out as he got deeper.

Finally...she wailed out as those pelvic thrusts deepened more within her glistening crotch.

“Guess you had too many leg days, huh Steele?” he taunted her in between pumps, “Maybe you should’ve put….wow….all that energy into something a hell of a lot more productive. Like trying to stop...me...now.”

Her steely resistance bended and bended until finally it was barely an inconvenience for the naked man, his dual focus on both pleasuring her and also putting on a show for Chelsea Cheer more than enough for him to remain on top.

And he was on top, like how he should’ve been with Jane. Serena, even.

But that would change.

And for now, the Woman of Steele was just the first domino to fall.


***


“I hate to be the bearer of bad news for our fanbase, especially those loyal supporters of Sara Steele, but-”

“No, she’s done,” Kevin stated outright, no need to stall or sugarcoat the inevitable unfolding in that very ring.

Her lustful shouts were an indication enough, and that indication was only furthered by the way her eyes were practically glazed over just from the passionate pounding she was enduring.

“Well, ‘done’ is subjective. We’ve seen a lot of women crawl back from a lot more precarious situations in the past. But…” Even George had to concede a little bit of ground there. “They also didn’t just take a facebuster from a six-foot plus guy before taking it in straight doggy….yeah.”


***


Chelsea’s facial expression was the epitome of satisfaction.

Leaning right against the ring apron, she experienced everything that the Man’s Man had done to break the Woman of Steele.

From the lewd pounding of his hips against hers, the way his dick curved and plundered through her womanly depths in a subtly dominant manner, it was all there.

Everything she ever could have wanted.

Plus….

“Fuck...shit, fuck, fuuuuuckkkk!” Drawing out her defeated wail as long as she could, Sara herself put the cherry on top with a surrendering climax just seconds pass the one-minute mark.

She came right around his penetrating manhood, melting even further into the mat with her erotic discharge erotically trickling out of her cuntlips.

It was as good as over from the second his hard cock entered her from the rear; the referee only now made it official.

Teasing out his last thrust deep within her womanhood, Magnum OP gradually withdrew from her, leaving only the sight of her own cum dripping out of her body.

Leaning back on his side, he slapped his throbbing cock against one of her exposed asschecks as the final decision was read out.

“Winner of the third fall with a forced orgasm via doggie-style fucking, and winner of the match….”

“MAGNUM OP!!!” Chelsea nearly bowled him over as she embraced him from behind, the two quickly coming together in a passionate kiss above the defeated redhead.

The audience was forced to acknowledge his victory over Sara Steele with begrudging applause, and naturally his blonde lover took it over the top.

Going from just a rewarding smooch on the lips to lustfully attacking his face with kisses all over, she made sure to comb over his bruised features with plenty of affection.

“Damn, okay!” Even he had to laugh a little as Chelsea kept on laying on said affection, even while he stood up.

Kicking up one leg coquettishly behind her, she kept his lips captured for one more, drawn out kiss before backing up to beam at the referee raising his hand in triumph.

Pressing a delicate hand against his bare chest, she stepped right over the still facedown Woman of Steel and proceeded to place a kiss on a lower part of his body.

Kneeling down before him once more, she had him in her mouth not even a full second later.

And when she had him, she really had him.

Sucking his man-meat enthusiastically, that was an increased level of passion found in her lustful lips closed in around his flesh.

Tossing his hair back, Magnum only passively thrusted his hips out, letting Chelsea pick out the pace in which she deepthroated him.

In doing so, whether he knew it or not, he was giving her even more power.

A power in delivering pleasure to him that she deliberately took away from Sara Steele, reeling from her own sexual overdrive mere feet away.

But not just power.

Control.

_______________________________________________


The first image captured by the backstage cameraman was of a pen clicking, the tip popping out and then back in.

And holding the pen, was none other than….

“Greetings and salutations. Mike Mizanin here, Hollywood A-Lister, shrewd businessman, and all-around good guy,” the dark-haired general manager smiled out in swarming disguised as sincere fashion, seated behind his own wooden desk with paperwork assorted everywhere. “And I am….babe, what am I again?”

He turned to Maryse, who was dressed in a stunning black Versace dress that provided a seductive slit down the side to reveal one of her bare legs.

Sitting right at the corner, the French-Canadian beauty purred right back at him, “Génial mon amour.”

“Awwww….” The two touched hands, the former WWE champion adopting an expression like a lovesick puppy, “So sexy when you say it. Remind me to record that as my next ringtone.”

Turning back to face the cameras, the general manager got on with business, “What a night, what a night, folks. You see that opening banger with Dan Danger against The Machine?”

His blonde wife nodded with a smile.

“I know I did. Damn, that was bruuutal. I didn’t think he would pull it off for a minute there, but good for him. But let’s look forward a bit, shall we? So, coming up in just a few seconds, we’ve got…” He tapped his fingers against the desk to simulate a drum roll, and then went full Paul Heyman, “The Beast, one half of the reigning, defending SFL tag team champions, taking on Madison ‘The Man-Eater’ Keely.”

Switching back to his normal tone, the Miz further ran down the remaining card, “And after that, you will see Southern Comfort- those damn Texans, in tag team action. The Mastodon will make his in-ring debut against our newest European export, with a coveted spot in the IC tournament on the line. Mermaid vs The MVP. Jesse Belle vs Brandon Beefcake. Bux Bunny vs The Stallion. Awe taking on new signee Tristan Twisted. Keiji Miura vs “The Ring Rat” Ariel Eckhart. La Dama vs….Kenny G-String, for some reason. But that’s not all. No sir, I came to play with a full house tonight.”

Leaning in, the Miz was almost exuberant at his final announcement, “In the main event, you have in one corner….the Mistress of Mind Games, a former champion from several prominent European leagues, the Vixen herself, against….Kanami Honda. That’s right, your General Manager has signed and secured a dream match right here on free television. You’re welcome in advance.”

Pausing for the obligatory pop that that last reveal evoked, he was about to wrap things up when Maryse suddenly said, “Oh, oh Mike, did you tell them?”

He looked to his partner, then it finally dawned on him. “Right, thanks.”

Clasping his hands together, he delivered his real conclusion with theatrical nuance. “Next week, there will be a first-ever, never-before-seen, Awesometacular Invitational Battle Royal. I have put an open invite to every organization, every bar, every warehouse on this continent. Basically, if you have a ring, and there’s fucking and sucking involved, you have a chance. A chance at what? Well, glad you asked.”

The camera zoomed in to his relishing expression. “10 spots, that’s how many people are going to be in that ring at one time. First come, first serve. Male or female, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that you send your best, because in that ring, it’s gonna be a lion’s den. And whoever survives the longest, wins the jackpot because I will personally….” He held up a clipboard with an official contract attached to it, “....hand deliver an open, full-time contract with this company, effective the second I shake their hand. Plus, maybe a few...built-in benefits. Rules are simple: you throw people over the top rope, easy peasy. And when there’s two left, those competitors will engage each other under normal sexfight rules. First one to pop, loses the ballgame.”

Putting down the clipboard, the Miz reclined back in his chair, “Lots of pressure, lots at stake. But it’ll be fun. For me, and Maryse. But the fans too, they’ll enjoy it. I’ll run my mouth more about the details, but I believe we still have a show that’s live and coming at ya in 4….5....3….2...”

Mizanin signaled the fadeout back into the ring just as the Wildcat’s music hit.

___________________________


Author's Note: And....done!

- So, Chelsea seems to be in a good mood. We'll see how long that lasts, maybe more specifically, how long Magnum can keep her in that happy place. But good for him. I'm sure they'll celebrate

- I've given just a bit of a teaser for the matches to come (barring a few surprises of course), so feel free to let me know which of these intrigues you? Any early winners you feel like calling now? Whatever the case, let me know!

- Thanks as always for reading!!

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Default Re: Tales of the Sex Fighting League

Felt like Magnum could probably pull off a win here, especially with a few key "pushes" from Chelsea. We only rarely know what Chelsea's thinking, but you can't help but wonder what her endgame is for partnering up with Magnum. While he's a strong enough guy, he's not really a good replacement for Mantaur (I think Chelsea herself even admitted he's not the bodyguard type). Could be she just wants someone to fuck regularly, a guy she can control, dominate, and have fun with. Either way, I wonder where you'll take this story thread.

Liked that card announcement toward the end, too. It's gearing up to be another massive card, but I can't complain about that level of content. That battle royale in particular seems like it'll be pretty chaotic, it's a good wrestling trope that we haven't seen in the universe yet. Sounds like it'll be pretty tricky to write, but you've done well with pretty much every match type so far, so no reason to doubt you now.

Other matches that catch my eye are Bunny's, and Vixen/Honda (smelling some Phenom/Sexkitten interference there, maybe?). La Dama/Kenny G-String should be a good laugh too, and hey, at least we'll see Charlotte there!
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A lot of exciting matches on the card. I’m always interested in how Bux’s career parallels Dan’s, and it’s pretty rare to see Awe in a singles match... given that it’s against a rookie, I hope it’s a good showcasing for her. The gauntlet Shock and Awe are putting Dan through is so enjoyable to me, so anything Shock and Awe related tends to be great. I love Southern Comfort (especially Tiffany, of course), and I’ve wondered if she would be thrown into the gauntlet against Dan considering she is interested in facing him with no guarantees she’ll line up with him in the IC tournament. She’d be a strong opponent, and it would give her an opportunity to prove she’s the true rookie of the year, so it seems mutually beneficial to her and Shock & Awe. Then there’s Jesse Belle who I was initially interested in, but it seems like Tiffany kind of became that character, so I’m interested to see how she differentiates herself. But I feel like I’m saying I’m pretty much excited for every match at this point, but I honestly do find so much of it great.
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Default Tales of the Sex Fighting League: Some Guy

Something that Dan Danger had come to understand as true in his months-long tenure in the SFL was a cruel yet somewhat realistic turn from his old collegiate wrestling days: all because you win a match doesn’t mean people have to be happy for you.

In college, the hostilities started and ended on the mat.

You either pin your opponent for the count or have the referee make a decision. Either way, it’s done when it’s done.

Not in this place.

Win a match, people talk.

Lose a match, people still talk.

Half of it is harmless gossip, that kind of high school bullshit you learn to tune out with age.

But then you step through the curtains, bearing fresh wounds from a back-and-forth gladiatorial sexfight, and then you see the eyes.

All of them, all directed at you.

You see their lips moving to form words that your still ringing ears can’t make out, words that are crystal clear to people standing right next to them.

Such was the scene that now unfolded as the dark-haired man limped past some ring producers, fresh from a routine checkup with the medical team for the recurring aches in his back.

His face was caked in sweat, his bare chest streaked with visible blisters, and only a towel clung on to his hips to conceal his drained manhood.

Tonight was definitely one of firsts.

First time he ever got suplexed more times than his opponent did.

First time his opponent ever sucked him upside-down in the corner.

First time he felt like a loser despite winning the damn thing.

And now...first time all these people were looking at him a certain way.

The common area he was now in was pretty much a waiting queue for producers to summon talent when it was time for their match.

Usually, the more established names get to wait in their locker rooms right until it was call time.

But nevertheless, he saw a few familiar and unfamiliar faces.

First, leaning against a smack table with a bottle of water in one hand, was Jane.

Per usual, she was glowing with smugness, probably more than justified after her dominant showcase over Alex that he had caught glimpses of through the backstage monitors.

But despite that haughty outer shell, she was looking at him a little differently than last time when he was with Nikky in the hallway.

Almost like he was a threat to her now.

He turned to see the Ladies of Darkness, predictably huddled together away from most of the crowd.

Admittedly, he hadn’t crossed paths with those two much despite his interactions with their apparent leader.

Lacey was whispering at Ashley while their eyes were on him, prompting a very lustful smile to appear on the Succubus’ face.

Maybe too lustful.

On his right, he saw a redheaded woman giving him a look.

Not Steele. Not Jesse Belle.

She had a pretty athletic build, skin glistening like she just came out of a workout.

But those eyes- those were straight shooter eyes.

Lifting a canteen up to her lips, she cracked her neck around before turning to leave.

As she did so, the name finally came to him.

“...Irene- no Izzy, close….Isabel,” he figured out through his thought process of elimination.

Isabel Silva.

She won a dark match before this show officially kicked off, against that Adam Star guy.

The “Next Big Thing” or whatever.

Kinda hard to hold on to that title of being the SFL’s hottest new superstar when you can’t even get on the main card weeks after losing a match to the general manager’s wife, Maryse.

Maryse and Miz.

That was another can of worms he was too worn and beaten up to open up.

Sludging through a few more diverse sets of eyes on him, he stopped to refresh himself on another snack ta-

“Well aren’t you going to give a speech?”

He paused, and then bit his lower lip, hard, so he could almost taste the blood.

Not because he wanted to, but because even that was preferable to the voice coming from behind him.

Containing an urge to say some very unpleasant things, he made his eyes look down at the nice platters that catering had out for them.

Very delicious food items just within his reach.

But no- she had to say something.

And thus, regrettably, the chicken fingers would have to wait.

His body hurt just for turning around, but Derrick managed the abdominal ache to see his absolute least favorite person in the whole company.

Then again, the feeling was probably mutual for Charlotte West.

Her smile was a hate-trigger.

Her fashionable blonde bangs just made him angrier.

Her dress...see above.

Her shoe game he could live with, but that was about the only redeeming feature for her.

And she wasn’t alone, surprisingly.

To her right was the Titty-Whisperer or whatever ridiculous nickname he managed to get through upper management.

Kenny G-String.

The fact that someone that low in the card was breathing in the same air as Charlotte, someone who perceives herself to be a lot better than she actually is, well, that’s….interesting.

“Boy walks into a ring. Boy gets to fight a woman with more muscle in her little pinky than his whole body. Boy gets his ass kicked.” Crossing her arms in a smug pose, the blonde woman continued to narrate, “Boy’s ass kicking is seen and enjoyed by all. But, boy wins the match. And then boy goes home to jerk off. That’s quite a story, isn’t it Kenny?”

Doting on her like a fan, the jeans-wearing sexfighter is quick to tout, “Hell yeah, Princess. That’s like some David and Goliath shit.”

“Right. What he said… ‘David and Goliath shit’.” She turned up her nose ever slightly at his enthusiastic labelling, but continued, “So you go through all that, and not one single word to say about it? You slay a giant, and you want to walk in here all sad and pathetic afterwards? That’s a choice.”

“Yeah.” Kenny seemed more obnoxious than usual. “A stupid choice.”

Her next statement further conveyed that superior attitude. “If it was me out there, and I annihilated that girl, well, unlike you everyone here would know exactly who I am and what I’m capable of.”

And…. he already heard enough.

“Except I’m not you, Charlotte. I actually wrestle for a living, and don’t just stand around backstage modelling for Mommy’s newest fashion line,” he stated, unamused by her usual declarations of unproven grandeur.

She rolled her eyes, but he was nowhere near done, “Yeah, I got my ass kicked out there. That kinda happens when you’re trying to learn how not to keep getting your ass kicked. Think you can do better than me? Call Nia out next week and see what happens.”

“Nia...” Charlotte seemed to digest that reveal of the Machine’s real name with interest. “That’s cute.”

“Yeah, not so cute when she’s suplexing you from here to Houston,” Daniel scoffed.

Just bringing that up made his spine hurt even more.

Holding that grimace in, he then went to Kenny, “What’s she offering, huh? VIP passes to the pool party? Blowjobs and back massages in her Mommy’s mansion? I’m just trying to see what you’re getting out of this before she uses you up like her last credit card.”

“Hey, it’s not like that.” Kenny took some offense to his snarky comment. “She’s managing me, alright? Taking me to the next level up in this bitch.”

“Gonna be hard to do that when she’s on the same level you are,” Daniel shot back.

“What the fuck does that mean?” He really took offense to that one.

But it just took one dainty hand on his chest to calm down the Titty-Master.

Charlotte stepped in front of him, and without even turning back, said, “Kenny, finish warming up for your match tonight. I want you focused out there, not letting this peasant’s baseless slander drag you down.”

“But-”

“Your Princess would be so happy if you could stretch those big, dominant muscles out one more time,” she said in a sultry tone, putting a little more sugar on that statement to convince him.

“....alright.” Shooting one last glare at the Dangerous One, Kenny sauntered off into the crowd, leaving just the two of them.

Daniel watched him go, still confused as to their association.

Then again, it was Charlotte, and her entire purpose for being here seemed an enigma to him.

“Kenny has a little something called chivalry, Daniel,” she spoke up, forcing his eyes back on her. “He actually knows how to respect women, unlike you.”

“From the way he’s looking at you, I’d bet he wants to give you plenty of respect from behind,” he noted shrewdly, shrugging with a slight wince.

Charlotte reacted differently than expected, walking closer to him so he could inhale in her expensive perfume.

With her heels on, they were nearly eye-to-eye.

Then, she whispered right at him tauntingly, “I think I detect jealousy coming from you, Mr. Derrick.”

He fought the need to laugh right in her face. “Why would I be jealous of someone getting played by a girl who thinks she’s smarter than she actually is?”

Charlotte played coy, holding out her real response while offering out as some kind of teaser, “Maybe because Kenny has something that you could never hope to possess.”

He definitely needed to hear this.

“Oh really?” Leaning against the table, his ears were wide open now. “What?”

“For starters, a dick longer than my index finger,” she taunted him, which...fine, he kinda opened himself up for that crack.

But then, Charlotte licked her lips, building up suspense before revealing, “And also, oh, I dunno…. an ability to defeat La Dama in the ring.”

Daniel’s smile vanished in an instant.

His back was still on fire, but at the very mention of that name, he almost involuntarily touched the spot on his jaw, the exact spot where Angelina Tomas superkicked him in his second match.

One move.

That’s all it took.

In the blink of an eye, he went from riding high to flat on his back, waking up with her hand on his dick and wondering where it all went wrong.

His surprise wasn’t hard to hide. “You’re not...you’re not serious?”

“Serious? When am I ever not serious with you, peasant?” she sneered at him, clearly relishing in his troubled reaction.

A reaction that he was giving her without even knowing it.

“Charlotte, you’re going to sweet talk that boy into a concussion. And that’s if La Dama is nice and doesn’t land on his skinny ass first with that damn moonsault,” he tried to point out.

“Mother always said that victory comes to those most willing to break their own bodies in order to break their opponent’s spirits. Pretty hardcore if you ask me, but then again, I’m not a multi-time World Champion and pioneer of the industry.” She then added with almost bratty conviction, “But I will be.”

“Says the girl who tapped out ten seconds into a Boston crab in her first match,” Daniel shot back at her.

“Says the boy too scared of admitting his cock so isn’t up to par to match his barely above average wrestling ability,” she retorted coolly.

That comment got to him, sliced right through the brick wall and went underneath the skin.

Right where it stung.

She could see it, from his hesitation, the frustration coming through his face, everything.

And if she knew, just from casual observation, well…..shit.

“Oh Daniel when you come at me you know I go low. Pretty girls like me have to be able to get some dirt under their fingernails now and then,” the second-generation sexfighter taunted him.

More gnawing of the lips. More damn indecision.

It must’ve been like winning the lottery for her, to see him stumped like this, unable to fire back his usual quick-witted retort.

“Not that it’s my business though, but you should really talk to someone about your...deficiency. Otherwise it’ll be so sad to see you be unable to live up to your limited potential,” she cooed ever so condescending at him.

She got him on that.

There was no real defense, nothing that had any solid foundation behind it.

It was a problem he had, one that became that much more obvious when he couldn’t go all the way with Nia.

A problem that was going to cost him big one day if he didn’t fix it.

But that day wasn’t tonight.

“You’re right.” He fixed a stoic glare upon her. “It is none of your business.”

“Don’t get all masculine with me, Daniel.” Charlotte was feeling extra smug tonight. “Listen, you’re good. You’ve always been good. But eventually, these peasants are gonna find out that when it comes down to the wire you can’t ‘get it up’ to that next level of great. And when that happens, maybe you’ll wish you had treated me with more respect after all.”

“We’re still doing this? You still….” He almost facepalmed. “You still think I owe you something?”

“You owe me one sentence, Daniel.” They were almost lip-to-lip now. “I am as good as you are and ever will be. That is a fact, babe, and should be acknowledged. Especially by someone like-”

He held up an impatient hand to cut her off, “Someone like me, yeah. Listen, Princess Peach, I know you’re insecure and all about not living up to Mommy’s legacy, but maybe the problem isn’t me. Maybe the problem is staring you right back in the mirror.”

The blonde woman scoffed, of course, but Daniel felt a rise of emotion within him.

Maybe it was still raw feeling from the match, but it was coming out nonetheless.

“You want a fact, Charlotte? No prob, I’ll give you this free of charge.” Daniel was speaking so loudly now that a crowd had gathered around them. “The truth is that you’re scared.”

Her expression morphed into a dismissive snicker. “I’m scared? Scared of what, footboy?”

“You’re scared of getting exposed,” Daniel went on candidly. “You’ve got good technique, better training than most here, probably. I won’t deny that, but your problem is you’re scared of an honest challenge. Because when it comes to actually fighting someone like Angelina, someone as good as her, she’d expose your conceited ass just like that. Hell, anyone who qualified for the tournament so far could probably take you.”

He cocked a sly grin, “You know I already owned you once, so there’s no doubt there. But someone like Jane? Kendra? Justin? I could pick a name out of that list at random, and 9 times out of 10, you’re not walking out of that ring. You’re getting carried out.”

She balked at his insinuations, which was to be expected.

It was almost amusing for him to see the various shifts in her facial expression, from straight-up offended to almost helplessly upset.

He could even see it in the way her glossed up lips pursued, the way her petite fists clenched and unclenched.

It was a pretty tame version of a temper tantrum, all things considered, but no less entertaining.

Finally tossing her hair around impishly, she settled on a most unconvincing (to him) response, “I’m not scared of anyone.”

“Yeah….” Looking right into pampered delusion only gave so much entertainment value for him.

Pushing off the table, he brushed past her. “Hope you get a good seat out there to see your boy get RIPed.”

Their shoulders touched for just the briefest of moments, and right there Daniel knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

But he did his best to limp away a few steps….and then right out of his periphery, she whirled around on him, that same helpless, petulant look on her face.

“No! No, you do not get to walk away from me,” she stormed right after him, practically stomping her heels into the floor in sharp indignation.

“Watch me,” he sighed to himself, only reluctantly turning around when he saw that some sexfighters were still idly watching them.

“You- you….” She was stumbling over her words, which probably had to sting even more for the second-generation sexfighter.

“I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘peasant’.” He decided to generously supply her.

“Don’t put words in my mouth!” she finally snapped, not operating at her usual level of snide wordplay and general smugness. “You….you can’t keep treating me like this! People like you-”

“People like me?” Daniel was already done with this conversation, but then she had to go and say something like that.

“People like me…” Repeating himself in a slightly louder tone, he took a step towards her, costing him a wince and a grunt in the process. “You keep throwing that around like it’s some big insult, but to be honest, people like me, the ones who actually make it here, are the reason why no one cares about people about you, Charlotte. We don’t bitch about how we deserve better all because Mommy was hot shit back during the Clinton Administration. We just go out there, and get shit done.”

He walked right up to her, right up in her face with nothing to prove but something he very much believed in saying, “People like you, you just talk. Talking doesn’t win matches. It doesn’t win titles. It just makes people like me not take you seriously after a while.” He paused as their eyes remained locked, noticing just from his peripheral vision the number of people who were still either passively or attentively listening to them.

Seeing a few more faces amongst the crowd, he turned back to her absolutely fuming face with a weary yet very satisfied smile, “Case you haven’t figured out yet, sweetheart, there are a lot more people like me here than there are people like you. What does that tell you?”

Charlotte opened her mouth to say something, but magically, there were no words to be said.

She just stood there, mouth open with silent indignation coming out of it.

Just like last time.

“You...you….” He could almost feel another tantrum coming on, but she (to her credit) kept it together. “You know what, Daniel, screw you.”

Flickering her eyes down below, Charlotte decided to put a little spice on that, “Screw you and your pathetic microdick.”

Wow. He totally didn’t see that one coming. Not one bit.

But, Derrick decided to have some fun with it. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ve already got a girlfriend. Maybe you could work out something with Kenny, though. That is, if he even knows who you are after La Dama kicks his head in. Not for nothing, but I know pretty damn well that she-”

“Angelina is going to learn what happens when you disrespect me tonight!” Charlotte cut him off angrily, the mere mention of the Lady of Madrid giving her another fit. “Just like you, Daniel, are going to learn to respect me. Even if-”

“Even if what?” He was already losing interest in this dialogue at this point, and the continued sounds of her enduring arrogance furthered that apathy. “You said the same crap last time we talked, and I didn’t believe you. At this point, you’re wasting oxygen. And I’ve got better things to do then to keep giving the time of day to a spoiled, insufferable little-”

“SHUT UP!” Charlotte suddenly yelled at him, her temper showing itself now.

That got everyone’s attention, even the ring crew.

“SHUT! UP!” she repeated herself with a petulant stomp of her heeled shoes.

“You- you can’t keep talking to me like this! I-I deserve better than to be slandered in front of all these, all these…” She growled out of frustration, sounding like she couldn't quite get the words out.

Fortunately for her, Daniel was here to help. “What, actual sexfighters? Can’t speak for all these folks, but to me, it’s pretty obvious you’re getting exactly what you deserve. Well, maybe not all you deserve.”

He tilted his head down so that their eyes met once more.

Even with his slight limp, and his sporadic grimace, he found it in himself to smile, if only to spite her.

“That nice, round ass of yours, it’s just begging for someone like me to take his big ol’ hand and…” He made a popping sound with his lips, visibly making her flinch. “Well, I think you get the picture.”

Charlotte West looked up at Daniel, her eyes gleaming with a palpable contempt and disdain.

But what came out of her mouth wasn’t words.

It was just more frustration, more petulant postering and pouting.

Her lips made it out like she was about to say something- anything, but there was nothing.

Nothing to keep her there, where everyone could see her completely exposed (and not even in the really fun way).

Resorting to one final wordless huff, she pushed past him and stormed off down the hallway, high heels clicking angrily to reflect the mood she was in.

He watched the blonde woman go with a smile, almost feeling bad that he probably ruined her night.

Almost.

“Nice dress, by the way,” he called out after her, looking down at the snack table. “Really brings out the brat in your eyes.”

His hand closed in around a granola bar as the surrounding conversations began to pick up again with Charlotte no longer in their presence.

It was pretty much a public service to put her in her place, even if it was temporary.

His body still felt like it had been in a car accident with plenty of bruises and possible contusions to prove the tale, but owning the supposed living legacy of Mama West, well, that never ceased to bring a smile to his-

“Wow, you told her.”

…. face.

He stopped dead in the middle of his food selection.

There was no question who that voice was.

And so he turned around and then saw the ever-smug Swann standing before him now.

Her face was shaped in a leering expression, but not an overtly haughty one like with Charlotte.

Rather, it was just the highest form of confidence possible, a level he couldn’t even fathom at this point.

“Yeah…” He leaned against the table, feeling a few different emotions right about now. “Thanks.”

“You two are cute together.” She took a swig of water, nodding to where Charlotte had stormed off too. “Gonna be sooo hot when you hate-fuck on the mat one day.”

That visual alone was just…….wrong.

Him and Charlotte?

No. Absolutely not.

Well… He had to rephrase that. Not with her on top.

“If you say so,” was his only response, his eyes conveying much skepticism at that thought.

Wanting to get his mind off of West, the battered young man remarked, “Nice work against Guardsman. From what I saw, you really showed-”

“- that I’m the best damn sexfighter in this whole place?” Jane finished for him, ever smarmy with her delivery.

Scoffing, the Swann was quick to almost amend herself, “Hardly. I mean, I am the best, but no one would know that when your opponent is, well, when he’s just not up to par. But that’ll change, soon enough.”

Drinking another sip, she nodded at him, “On a slightly less self-indulgent note, good job tonight. I wasn’t going to say anything, but….then, I saw all these people giving you ‘the look’. Figured you deserved someone on your side,” she told him, seemingly in an earnest tone.

He perked up some, somewhat caught offguard by the praise he was getting by the high-level SFL veteran. “Thanks, Jane. I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t get it twisted, sweetie. I’m not on your side,” she was quick to remind him, tossing her hair back to reveal the intense, ultra-competitive glare in her eyes. “I’m an honest woman. I call shit like I see it. And tonight, you proved you had something out there.”

He didn’t know how to take that complement if someone could even call it that.

“It’s not much in case you’re wondering. But I respect a man who can take his licks out there. It shows heart. Grit.” She finished up her water bottle before uttering next, “All the ingredients that Nikky loves to see in her newest pet project.”

Okay. He instinctively tensed up some, having a half-decent idea where this conversation might be headed.

“If you have something you want to say to her, I’m pretty sure her locker room’s not far,” he tried to divert her attention. “I can show you, if you want.”

“Let me let you in on a pretty open secret: I’ve been here a long ass time.” She took a step forward, eyes still on him. “Not long enough to be an old coot like Ruby Ryder, but I’ve been around enough to see what this place does to people. People like you. People like me.”

Her lips curled. “People like Nikky.”

Tentatively, he muttered in response, “Okay.”

“I can see why the fans take to a guy like you. Nice wholesome look, decent little build, a real Boy Scout which is just adorable. So when Wildcat decided to, out of the goodness of her heart, I’m sure....” The sarcasm in that was barely hidden. “...offer you a way out of midcard purgatory, you probably jumped at the opportunity, right? A chance to sit under the learning tree with a living, breathing champion showing you the ropes? Anyone would take that deal, even if they don’t know her like I do.”

“And you know her how…?”

Jane quickly shut that curiosity down. “Ancient history, Daniel. Way ancient.”

Well, okay.

With a sigh, she glared up at him with an almost pondering look, “I can see how she lured you in. Probably doesn’t hurt that she’s smoking hot, right? Usually, it’s the chest that draws you in, but that’s the one category that Nikky has historically always lacked in. Then again, I hear you enjoy other parts of the female form, too. Different strokes, different folks, whatever. It’s all hot to me.”

“You have a point to get to?” he stated as gruffly as he could, trying to block out her intruding thoughts from his mind as much as possible.

“I used to be IC champ, once upon a time. Had a nice little run with it, not long enough. It’s never long enough. We all want to cling onto those belts forever, but someone’s always gotta come up and knock you off the mountain right when you get a little too comfortable. That’s life, but at least I knew I had what it took to climb the damn mountain in the first place,” she told him, which surprisingly made sense for him.

He knew that there would a few former champs looking to reclaim past glory sprinkled into the mix of the tournament lineup, so he really didn’t know what she was trying to get-

“So with all due respect and coming from someone who had what it took to be champ….” Jane was looking at him dead in the eyes as she spoke almost matter-of-factly, “You aren’t championship material. Hell, I’ll be an even bigger bitch and admit: you’re not even #1 Contender material. You, Daniel Derrick, are just some guy that people like to cheer for. Like how they cheer for a bunch of guys who just come out and 'entertain' them each week. It’s not a bad gig if you get it, but it’s not exactly the caliber of competitor that actually wins titles, you know.”

He gritted his teeth together.

“Your match against the Machine? It was good. And next week, I’m sure you’ll have an even better match against someone else. And maybe you won’t spend most of that match eating shit, or maybe you will. But please don’t let dear old Nikky delude you into thinking that you can handle the kinda crowd I usually run with. It’s an insult to the title to put you and me in the same sentence.” Her words cut into him like a sharp knife, and just like last time, he had no immediate retort.

Not like anything he could say would have any weight, really.

She could talk with such conviction because, well, she had the track record, the veteran status, the title reigns to show for it.

He just had a beaten up body and….well, that was about it.

“But hey, don’t let me ruin the fun.” Her honeyed tone brought him back to reality. “Like I said, you showed something out there tonight. Gave it all you had, and hey, we all luck into wins now and then.”

He scoffed a little at that slightly backhanded compliment. Luck. Yeah, right.

Jane gave him a complimentary pat on the shoulder, which only made him sorer. “Give Nikky my love. And Brad, well, just like grunt at him or something. That’s usually the kind of language he speaks anyhow.”

Her fingers traced down his chest, going over his visible bruises and welches, all the way down….

…. to his waistline.

“Free advice: if you’ve got it, you should probably learn how to use it. ‘Cuz if you don’t….” She went up on her tiptoes, whispering right at his face. “Girls like me will be more than happy to show you how it’s done.”

She came back down on her heels and reached behind him to grab a muffin off the table.

Then, without another word, she took her own leave, shapely hips swinging in her stride as the Dangerous One looked on.

Bad headache? Check.

Increasing amount of self-doubt in his mind? Check.

Growing sense of What the hell else do I need to do to get some respect? Check.

Just another Monday night.


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Author's Note: So things seem to be picking up just a bit. A few things:

- First, thanks so much to @[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] for allowing me to introduce one of his main characters of his SFL-connected story, Sexfighting Rivals: Isabel Silva. I've got a feeling (call it intuition) that she may be popping up again, so please check out that story for a better introduction on what she's all about. After all, she did give Dan Danger one of those looks...

- I must say, Charlotte sure does love trying to get under Dan's skin. And he probably loves actually getting under hers. I don't have much to comment about it all (that I can tell you about now hehe), but if you see something, let me know.

- I gave you a bit of a full-reveal on all the remaining matches left to do, but if there's a match of particular interest, feel free to let me know who you hope to see emerge victorious and/or why. Feedback is always a huge plus, and practically the reason I'm still doing this.

- In my opinion, Jane isn't a "bad guy" so to speak, but she does know how to play to that side of her persona. And there are certain people that she can reveal that side to, and certain people that she wouldn't. I do believe that she sees something in Daniel, much like how she probably saw something in Justin before beating him in the Ruler of the Ring. So....to again play the 'wait and see' card, I suppose we'll just have to see how things turn out in the actual tournament lineup once everything has been set in stone.

- Much appreciation for taking the time to read, and feedback/comments/critiques are more than welcomed.

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Jane’s take on Dan and Charlotte is spot on haha.

always entertaining to watch them go back and forth.

Accepting this gauntlet, especially under the conditions he did wasn’t the wisest move, but it is exposing some big gaps he needs to address before the tournament.
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It's getting difficult to find new ways of saying stuff like "awesome story" and "great writing". But it is so... Yeah, great job!

Something that I'm really enjoying trying to predict is people's intentions with Dan. Not Nikki though, she's up to something I'm sure, more things like Dan's current and future girlfriend. He's with Bux Bunny, and they are definitely the best fit for one another - they're good people who try their best. However, the people who are best for you aren't necessarily the people you end up with, people are imperfect and make mistakes. Chelsea is obsessed with Dan and I don't know about you but having someone that hot obsessed with you must be awful tempting! Not to mention Miss West! Not sure she realises it yet but I am pretty sure she has a thing for Dan too. If she had an attitude adjustment, who knows?
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Thanks again,

If I were Dan I would be a little bit more careful about Charlotte. Yes, he is pushing him hard and he retaliates well. But I don't think that she is someone to be taken lightly. She is definitely a good fighter and one day Dan might pay the price badly.

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I also don't think Dan is being too bright taking Charlotte so lightly. Yes he beat her in her first match, but she's been winning since then even if she avoids matches at times. She's more lazy than scared IMO, and is the classic heel that will take the shortcuts every time if they're there and wants to stack things in her favor, but ultimately when she IS pushed into it, she can go and has just as good a chance of winning fairly as any other top competitor.

I actually think Dan should probably be looking at this younger wave of competitors more closely as he's far closer to them than the older guard. Charlotte is probably a better ally because she's more likely to be gunning for Nikki's spot the same as Dan probably wants some other top person's spot, whereas those current top people will want to keep their spots more and are less interested in helping a newer person.

Sure after they manage to knock off the old guard they'd probably then infight, but until then, common enemies and all that. Charlotte and Chelsea seem to have this conflicting view on Dan where they like watching him knock off the old guard like Kenzie and the like but also seem to act like they dislike him. Yet they also flat out refuse to join in when Shock and Awe try to get them to go against Dan. Probably because they would rather take out Shock and Awe themselves and get that spot. At least that's something I've noticed I think, otherwise you'd think they'd jump at the chance to get that advantage over Dan and beat him.
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Love each and every update to this story! I was hoping Charlotte was going to take advantage of Dan's state and dominate him as payback a bit. Maybe use his face as the throne the princess deserves.
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I do agree with a lot of what has been said. Dan does talk himself into a lot of his potholes, and seems way too sensitive and quick to anger. He seems to have the technical wrestling chops, appears to be working on the sexual side of the business, but he does consistently write cheques with his mouth that his body can't cash. He is right to be intimidated by Jane, because she can definitely back up her words, but Charlotte and Chelsea are way closer to his level than he allows himself to realise. I would love to see Charlotte take him on again and show her what she is really capable of. I say that because I LOVE the idea of sexy and skilled girls cheating like crazy to gain dominance and control on the ring.

Anyway, thank you for continuing this, mate. The way you weave all of these rivalries and storylines together absolutely makes it feel like a WWE style organisation that embraces every facet of sex wrestling.

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