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Old 08-Jan-21, 09:33
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Default Re: Tales of the Sex Fighting League

First things first, Happy New Year, and I hope that you (and anybody reading) had a good holiday!

But as for the chapter so far, I liked the Melanie/Daniel mini-scene at the beginning of this section, not just because it’s always good to see them, but because it was a good way to frame the start of the second fall. It also reminded us of the stakes of the match, and the effects that it might have on a future arc of the story. Reinforcement like that is never a bad thing, in my mind.

I was surprised to see how much shine Kim got this fall, though. I know she takes offense to it, but she really does come off as Mandy’s sidekick most of the time, so to see her get one over on Hunter of all people is quite the shock. Not saying it’s bad either, just something notable…it definitely puts her (and her team) in a better light. Just how seriously I should take Cutthroat and Assassin is something that’s been in the back of my mind. Yes, Mandy’s the IC champ, but she seems like the weakest out of the four champions in the SFL, being especially reliant on Kim’s presence on the outside to maintain advantage and win matches. Whoever gets out of the tournament is going to face Mandy, and I can’t help but think that there are greater threats inside the bracket (maybe somebody like the Swann) than the champ herself. But with that being said, I liked the work you did with both Mandy and Kim this fall to make them feel more substantial. Not necessarily because they seem more skilled, but because of how they went about winning this round. From Kim’s low blows to Mandy making Hunter bleed, they just came across as ready to get dirty and brutal to avoid losing. They’ve shown some of this before, but it just felt harsher here for some reason, and I like it!
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Default Re: Tales of the Sex Fighting League

This match has been more fun than I anticipated in all honnesty. With your writting I always expect it to be good but the characters of Hunter and The Duchess just seemed so much more over and stronger than Mandy and Kim that it felt like you where gonna have to write a squash match. Round 1 kind of gave that vibe, with Kim receiving a lot of offence and tapping out after screaming and squirming for what felt like multiple minutes, but round 2 definitely gave her more life and reputation. As someone else said the fact that she look like a such cute/hot lill thing really dosent hurt her scenes especially when she show off on purpose to mock.

I still see Hunter/Duchess as the winners as I dont quite knoow where her character go if she loose this, but it at least helped build some stock on The Assassin at the same time!
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Default Tales of the Sex Fighting League: Kings and Queens

“Attagirl.”

Nikky’s ever-smug lips were damp with her refreshing alcoholic beverage of choice within the safety of her locker room as she watched the crowd react to what seemed like the impossible.

Let’s rephrase that.

It certainly seemed like the impossible to some people, but obviously seeing Hunter going down to a small woman that he so clearly underestimated was the story of her career at this point.

Seeing someone else do the honors to her ex on the small screen, however, was just icing on the cake.

But then, she really had to give it to Kimberly.

Girl had been Mandy’s human-sized “break in case of emergency” for virtually her entire title reign, so it was nice to see her actually showing what brought her to the dance in the first place.

Dishing out kicks like they were going out of style? Expected. But that sleeper hold of hers?

Well, that just warmed her heart to no end, seeing his lights get dimmed with his partner of choice (as per tradition) letting him down.

She took another sip, almost entertaining the thought of putting herself in Kendra’s spot at that very moment.

It was an interesting thought to chew one for a few seconds, but if she was there, well, they (or more specifically, she) would’ve already won the match two falls in with plenty of time left to properly enjoy the post-match festivities.

But, putting ego aside for the moment, she had to, begrudgingly at least, give some credit to Jimmy’s fuck-buddy.

Ignoring the commentators’ latest existential crisis at what had just happened, Nikky crossed one leg over the other as the rest break was called into effect.

The ref was working overtime to revive that idiot, smelling salts and that nonsense.

Seeing James slowly come to, she settled back onto her couch, taking only a second to remind herself that Brad was about to return from the gym and would want her to join him in the showers.

But until then, well, she was going to enjoy every last minute of this final fall….

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Fresh from commercial break, the camera resumed its visceral close-up on Kendra’s grimacing expression in the middle of the ring.

Every line in her face was animated with excruciating detail as the frame gradually expanded out to encompass everything below.

First her naked chest, and then, the pair of pale yet potent legs wrapped just under her breasts, courtesy of the Assassin herself.

She was a smiling hyena as she positioned herself right on the Duchess’ lap, short black hair cropped all around her gleeful expression.

The bodyscissors in close quarters showed the two women at two completely different ends of a spectrum: Kendra was writhing and in utter misery at the continued dissection of her abdominal integrity while Kim was openly ravishing in every moment of it.

Her thighs were coiled around the Englishwoman’s sides like steel clamps and for at least the time being had no give in them, no weakness to exploit.

But there were plenty of weaknesses for the Fresno woman to target, namely Kendra’s continued ability to breathe unobstructed.

Every sudden pulse of her thighs against the woman continually put pressure on her diaphragm, and with every pulse came….

“Three Mississippi.” Kim’s lips were parted in an excited purr as she squeezed down even harder to force even more sounds of anguish from the European sexfighter.

Her legs clamped down yet again. “Two Mississippi.”

And once again, she flexed her leg muscles, calling out at point-blank range with the grimacing woman, “One Mississippi. Ready to start the count again, Miss Twiggy?”

Pulsing down yet again forced an involuntary shriek from the Duchess, “Fuck- FUCK!”

Taking that as her own personal validation, Kim told her smilingly, “You know Kendra, I don’t even think we’ve been this close together. Usually I kick your ass from a distance, but now that I really get a good look at you, I gotta say…” Her smile turned even more vindictive, “You really are an ugly horsefaced cunt.”

Leaning forward, she cut even deeper with her remarks, “No wonder they never put you on the cover of the magazine when you used to hold the belt. Talk about a boner-killer!”

Yet another squeeze had the Brit’s back arched in pain.

“But if it makes you feel any better, squeezing skinny bitches between my thighs is a total turn-on for me. So at least you’re making somebody happy tonight,” Kim teased her with a wink, supplying even more breathtaking pulses for added measure.

Kendra’s initial response was to continue grunting out as the pressure never let up for a single solitary moment, provoking another reaction from her.

One hand straightened out to the side, fingers shaking wildly with every violent compression of her sides.

The intent behind the gesture was clear to see.

And Kim was all about it.

Laughing while grinning over her shoulder at Mandy, the Assassin sneered, “Oh, what’s wrong, bitch? Ready to wave the white flag already?”

Her hand just hovered above the mat, remaining in mid-air even with Kim pumping yet another vicious squeeze into her.

But her open palm didn’t make good on that indication.

It instead reared back slightly….

…. and slapped right across Kim’s sneering expression.

The Fresno woman’s head briefly snapped backwards, and then, registered a sharp, seething indignation.

“You fucking cunt!” The American woman retaliated with a slap of her own.

And then, barely even acknowledging the sting on her own cheek, Kendra slapped her right back.

Still with her legs clamped down around the woman’s midsection, the Fresno woman bared her teeth and fired back with another slap….delivered only halfway.

Catching her wrist mid-move, the Brit made a move with her free hand to strike her, prompting an instinctual flinch from the petite brunette.

But that was only a feint.

The real attack came when she used that same hand to suddenly and quite viciously clamped down on her opponent’s stomach.

Kim’s expression lost its seething edge in an instant as Kendra dug her fingers in deep, twisting her manicured claw in the Fresno woman’s abdomen.

“Shit! Shit!” the now squirming Assassin squealed out, losing some of her sneering veneer the more and more Kendra forced those pained winces out of her. “Let me go!”

Continuing to churn and churn against her soft flesh only further revitalized the Duchess, who was starting to feel the previously disorienting effects of the headscissors beginning to slacken and lose their initial venom.

And, as if realizing the European sexfighter’s resurgence at her own expense, Kim was forced to abandon her own offensive maneuver to hastily play defense.

Unhooking those legs from around her, the Assassin braced both feet against her stomach and gave a strong kick to separate them both.

Kendra was indeed propelled back with the impromptu push, but seamlessly rolled over her back and to her feet using that same momentum.

That provided the contrast to Kim who was now crawling on all fours, one hand on her clawed flesh and the other grabbing on the mat ahead of her to drag herself to the ropes.

Standing solidly, the Englishwoman stalked right after the Japanese American woman as she eventually latched onto the ropes.

Kim automatically went to pull herself up by the ropes, but she barely even got over the middle cable before her near ankle was seized abruptly by the Duchess.

“Enough dilly-dally.” With a deft pull with her arms and growl to match, Kendra yanked the petite woman right back towards the center of the ring!

Landing on her flat with a startled howl, that same surprise morphed into a sharp grunt as the Duchess came down with a snap elbow drop right on her midriff.

The sharp point of bone, upon connecting, nearly curled the Fresno woman up into a fetal position.

Kendra sat up as that lone strike resonated, and made her next move without pausing a moment.

Bringing herself up to directly straddle Kim’s face, she settled down into a facesit, showering her opponent’s facial features with the 'welcoming' fragrance of her vaginal flesh.

Her adversary’s legs kicked out wildly but there was no give from the Brit.

Putting both palms on the mat, the European sexfighter made sure to keep her pussy just inches above Kim’s whining lips, not leaving herself open for any sexual counters while still focusing on disorienting her in the process.

The crowd certainly appreciated that more erotic play on the Duchess’ part as she started to swivel her hips and grind down against the petite brunette’s squirming face.

An appreciation that was definitely not shared by the Intercontinental Champion.

Mandy’s eyes were burning with ire as she watched from her corner the humiliation now put upon her BFF.

But Kim would only take that humiliation for so long, getting her hands against the round shape of Kendra’s bare ass and then giving the Brit a desperate shove to relieve herself of the erotic smother.

Freeing herself, however, was just the short-term solution to what the Duchess had planned, long-term.

Catching herself on all fours like a cat, the European woman quickly twirled around and seized the closest limb of her opponent that she could: her right wrist.

Kim surely realized the significance of the seasoned sexfighter choosing that arm in particular, but it all too late as the former champion had already yanked her up to her feet.

Going under that distressed arm, the Duchess seamlessly twisted the woman into a wristlock.

That put-upon pressure showed itself across Kim’s face as she felt her own bodily control being hijacked by Kendra’s expert grip.

Holding her wrist in the pronated position, she leveraged her control in direct response to the Assassin’s frantic movements.

When the shorter woman tried to walk around her and get to the ropes, Kendra went right along in a circular path to keep the pressure applied.

Kim’s free arm only barely flirted with those cables before she was forced back towards the center of the ring, her relief denied in favor of even more punishment.

“Fuck, is this all you fucking know how to do?!” she half-whined and half-growled at the Duchess, perhaps now realizing just how powerless she was.

“Well, if you mean ring psychology, then….” Calmly speaking, the Brit gave a sharp twist of that same arm that nearly took the petite woman down to a knee. “Yes, and I am told I'm quite good at it.”

Ignoring the legal woman’s struggle for a moment, Kendra gave Mandy one more death-stare before turning over her shoulder to see Hunter, who at least visibly did not seem as stable on his feet as she would like.

He had his feet under him, but well, she knew that slightly groggy look in his eyes all too well.

For that very reason, she had to improvise.

Instead of backtracking to her corner, the Englishwoman relaxed on the pressure just enough to tuck her head under that same arm.

Keeping the grip locked in, the Duchess wrapped her free arm around Kim and then used her upper body strength to push upwards and flip the Assassin overhead and to the mat.

Pulling off a swift northern lights suplex to put her adversary flat on her back, Kendra was even quicker in twisting her body around so that she was lying parallel to the woman.

Sitting up on that side of her opponent, Kendra utilized both arms, first in encircling Kim’s head in a headlock while still using that right arm in forming the clutch, and then, bending that same limb upwards.

Maneuvering her free arm through the “hole” created by the Assassin’s bent wrist, she interlocked her own hands together upon that same wrist and then pulled the brunette woman forward into a whole new spiral of suffering.

That moment of pure daze was violently interrupted by a newfound agony that now tore through her torqued arm and head in the form of an anaconda vice.

“Aaah fuck, you fucking- fuck, FUCK!” Kim shouted out all out once, her legs kicking out wildly as a second wave of pressure now came down on her upper body.

Kendra’s eyes entered a different level of intensity altogether as she kept on pulling backwards on the writhing woman.

No taunts, no quips this time.

Just pain and suffering.

And to that end, almost everyone in the arena could feel it as the Assassin thrashed and twisted her frame around, trying to wriggle out of the excruciating hold.

But the more she struggled, the more her arm was forcibly and quite unnaturally bent against her will.

And as that happened, Kim’s other arm nearly went erratic with kinetic movement.

With the roles reversed, the Fresno woman was now forced to contemplate the same decision that Kendra made only seconds before.

Her back arched with the multifaceted arm triangle only intensifying….

…. and then, suddenly faltering as the Assassin dug down deeper to bring one leg up and unceremoniously crash her kneecap against the side of Kendra’s head.

Landing two, three consecutive blows was just enough to break the Duchess’ concentration, and by proxy, the hold itself.

Forced to release the grounded arm triangle, she rolled over and away from the petite woman to try and regather her bearings after absorbing those hard shots.

Mandy offered some supportive applause to her BFF, rousing her partner who was on her belly with her attacked forearm tenderly cradled.

Both women remained down through the next few seconds, but they did not stay long for long.

Eventually coming back together, they grabbed on to each other for support, arms over the other while they got their feet under them.

And once they were up, Kim was the first to strike.

Breaking out of her lurch first, she immediately went to work raining down clobbering blows on Kendra’s back and upper neck.

Trying to weaken the Brit through pure physical persistence, the Assassin went hard and heavy with her clubbing flurry.

Fist after fist came raining down on the woman, each one seemingly nastier than the last.

All of which led to the Englishwoman forced to take a knee- a fleeting stance that instantly fell away to a surging rise.

Grabbing Kim in a loose spinebuster position on her way up, she lifted the petite woman up off the air, and then brought her down just as fast on her outstretched knee.

The atomic drop left a most excruciating fallout on the Assassin whose facial expression perfectly captured her pained state.

But before another high-pitched yell could be let loose, she turned to the side and viciously lined up a scathing knife edge chop across the American woman’s chest.

Letting the expected Woooooo! drown out the whining, Kendra reared back and delivered the second one even harsher than the first.

Both blows delivered in near succession very nearly knocked the Japanese American offbalance, sending her into a teetering position….

…. right as she suddenly lashed out with a side kick right to the ribcage of the advancing Duchess.

That blow forced the immediate wind out of her still recovering sails, reducing the European woman to a kneeling position with one arm wrapped around her midsection.

Kim sensed her falter, and grabbed her around the neck to capitalize.

Wrestling the woman up in a front facelock, she kicked one leg back and then brought it forward to get the ball rolling…..but that ball was itself stopped by the would-be victim.

Twisting out from under her arm, Kendra narrowly avoided faceplanting on a DDT, and bought herself time to improvise a quick remedy.

And that involved standing side-to-side with the now empty-handed Assassin, and then when they were facing the same direction, reaching behind her back to hook Kim’s head around the crook of her near arm.

Hooking her opponent’s closest available leg with her own, Kendra promptly fell backwards, taking the struggling woman down with her in a swift Russian legsweep.

The mutual thud of bodies hitting the mat surprisingly helped to give a familiar center to Hunter’s slightly fuzzy worldview.

Hearing the growing cheers from all sides, he offered some faint applause as both women ended up on the mat yet again.

This time, of course, his partner was the first up, and the first to resume her attack.

“Kimmy, Kimmy, c’mon….” Mandy’s pleading tone very well may have fallen on deaf, or at the very least swollen ears as her tag partner was forcibly dragged up to her feet by the determined Englishwoman.

Tucking her head under her opponent’s near arm, Kendra held her in the side slam position just long enough to fire off some fierce knee thrusts right into the center of her sternum.

Again and again and again until she felt (somewhat) satisfied enough to pause, take in the battered woman practically relying on her for support, and then calmly disengage.

“You’re not gonna like this trip, luv.” Bracing Kim’s arm against her shoulder, the submission specialist gave a sharp pivot of her hips and judo flipped her opponent like a ragdoll to the ground.

Already hurting from her freshly attacked midsection, the Assassin probably felt even more attacked now with Kendra looming above her.

Hunter knew that look on her face.

And for Kim’s sake, well, that did not speak great things about her near future.

Her period of bodily misfortune was now extended as the Duchess singled out that same right arm, straightening it out against the canvas.

Then, while her opponent was still reeling from the fall, Kendra stomped down hard on the exposed forearm.

Her opponent howled and immediately scurried away in a writhing shape away from the Brit.

Cursing and clutching her arm all the way, the American brunette ended up crawling towards her corner, towards her partner.

And Kendra watched it all happen.

Walking at a relatively brisk pace, she was seemingly unaffected by the writhing and whimpering noises that her opponent was making.

All that she cared about now was exercising just the slightest of self-restraint to see to it that her real objective was accomplished.

Seething through her teeth, Mandy acted quickly in accepting her partner's tag, kneeling down to offer the shorter woman some encouraging words before standing up and meeting the Englishwoman’s gaze.

Now the legal woman, Cutthroat slowly ducked under the top rope and made her way inside, her bright blue eyes contrasting the intensity in the Duchess’ dark, focused scowl.

Former champion to the current one.

“Still salty from that faceful of steel I made you taste on the outside, Kendra?” the tall blonde taunted her.

“Oh no, it was quite refreshing. It reminded me how effective you are attacking from behind,” the Brit shot right back at her with a cool conviction.

As the two women came together, the Englishwoman rolled her neck around, her naked stance purely inviting. “Now that you have my full attention, let’s do this properly, shall we?”

“Whatever you-” Halfway through speaking, Mandy was knocked back by a sudden slap right across the mouth.

As her head briefly snapped back, the cameraman at ringside zoomed in on the champ’s expression.

Surprise. Indignation. Anger. All captured in one single frame.

“Forgive me, but I will never quite get tired of doing that,” Kendra taunted her. "

Mandy responded by charging forward and connecting with a sharp forearm to explode the tension even more.

That forearm only seemed to energize the Duchess who responded with her own right back at the Intercontinental champ.

Mandy delivered a second forearm and was knocked back a visible step by Kendra’s same retaliatory blow.

Another forearm from the Brit followed, and then came another one in quick succession.

Cutthroat’s mouth was bloody as she was shoved back against the ropes, already on somewhat wobbly legs with Kendra not showing much of the same fatigue that now characterized both the blonde woman and her partner.

Going chest-to-chest, the Englishwoman pushed off and swung Mandy into the opposite side of the ring, or at least attempted to before the American woman reversed momentum and swung her into the ropes instead.

The instinctive counter by the champion was then followed up by a big boot the second her adversary came back into range.

She lifted up her long leg, but air graced her foot instead thanks to a quick-thinking baseball slide from the U.K. sexfighter.

Executing the slide smoothly enough, Kendra was up and already on the move by the time Mandy twirled around, realizing her missed move just in time to be seized in a side headlock.

Standing up on her tiptoes just to grapple the taller woman’s neck, the Duchess took her down to the ground with the headlock still applied.

Going for a more mat-based approach for now, she ignored the blonde woman’s hands instinctively trying to claw at her face, just bearing down even more with her bicep squeezing against her opponent’s neck and lower jaw….


***


“The strategy for Kendra now seems to be slowing down the pace just a hair. Not that I blame her, given that she’s been soldiering through this last fall all by herself. A little easing off the pedal would work wonders for her body, and since we are counting down until the final decision is made, she’s going to need to conserve as much energy as possible.” Kevin offered his analysis on the current happenings in the ring.

A grunt here, a kick of her legs there, but nothing so far on the champion’s part was enough to break the hold.

George only added to that, “She’s taken plenty of punishment, plenty of humiliation, but that all becomes worth it if she can win this match and punch her ticket into potential #1 contendership. But I doubt even winning this tag match is enough for Kendra. In my opinion, it won’t ever be enough until she can win back the title and stuff Mandy’s face with a nice, heaping serving of humble pie in the process. But again, it all hinges on tonight.”


***


Seconds passed, and then finally, Cutthroat acted.

Using her long legs, she swung those slender-shaped limbs upwards and managed to ensnare Kendra right around the neck.

Raising her hips at just the right moment to capture the former champion’s neck, she then swiftly slammed the woman down in a headscissors to reverse the pressure now.

Going from the oppressor now to the oppressed, the Brit’s back to the mat and her eyes were staring up at the lights.

Sitting up some, the blonde woman was able to crank up additional pressure, but that was all she could squeeze out before the foreign woman powered out of the move altogether.

Forcing herself up, the brunette managed to wriggle her head free, liberating herself from further harm at the moment.

Rising up, she started to grapple with those long legs for her own use, but didn’t quite get a solid grip when Mandy reached out and seized her by the hair.

Taking advantage of their close proximity, she gave a fierce yank and pulled the Englishwoman down on top of her.

Reaching around to wrap her arms around the dark-haired sexfighter’s midsection, she then rolled to the side, taking the Brit with her.

Now a few feet away from their original starting place, Cutthroat was able to get her knees under her while Kendra’s upper body was braced against her lap.

Standing herself up, she hoisted up the Duchess in a now-realized powerbomb position.

One smug toss of hair later, Mandy started to lift the woman off the mat to further execute her grand plan.

Kendra’s feet left the canvas as the tall woman utilized her upper body strength to get her up- but it was Kendra’s own tenacity and willpower that ensured that she wouldn’t stay up in the air.

Lashing out first with her feet kicking out in protest, the Duchess would use those thrashing movements to destabilize the champion’s double-handed grasp over her and force her to abort the attempt altogether.

The second she came back down, Kendra gripped both hands around the backs of the blonde woman’s knees, and then gave an upwards push of her own.

With a straining grunt, she lifted the tall woman up and over in a back body drop!

It was a demanding effort on her part, but ultimately a worthwhile one to see Cutthroat flailing powerlessly in mid-air before landing right on her tailbone.

Able to perfectly control her breathing (a rare skill few others in the SFL could match), she turned around just as the champ stumbled up to her feet.

Making good on her next moment, she knocked Mandy down with a running forearm smash to the face.

That got the crowd back on her side as the explosive burst of offense connected.

A second forearm quickly followed once Cutthroat dragged herself back up, inadvertently to receive even more facial punishment.

However, with Mandy struggling to find her feet yet again, the Duchess took off with a running start in the exact opposite direction….

…. and clocked Kim right in the jaw with a forearm reserved especially for her.

The crowd cheered even louder now with the Assassin was knocked off the ring apron, forced to recreate with her own body what she had done to Kendra in the previous fall.

Having taken her partner out of the equation for tactical (and personal) reasons, she was now able to fully invest her attention towards the blonde woman herself.

And just in time, too, for the American blonde was already racing towards her at that exact moment.

Checking her blindside, she easily evaded the attempted clothesline with a timely sidestep to send Mandy running chestfirst into the turnbuckle.

Flash connected against vinyl, and then Cutthroat slumped forward against the corner with yet another missed move registering against her.

But Kendra most certainly didn’t miss in the running knee strike that she delivered, grabbing on to the top rope to steady her form as the top of her kneecap impacted just under Mandy’s chin.

Rattling the blonde woman, she dropped back down with the champ just barely able to support herself on her own two feet.

Leading her out of the corner, the Englishwoman grabbed her in a front facelock, slinging one arm over her shoulder and then going for the launch.

Picking the blonde woman up with an impressive burst of upper body strength, she managed to keep Mandy in a vertical position off the mat not just at that exact moment, but for a few moments afterwards.

Delaying the impact somewhat, she ignored the blonde woman’s kicking legs and finally fell backwards to execute the suplex.

Just as quickly, she floated back over on top of Cutthroat.

Grabbing the arm closest to her, she tucked the wrist under her armpit, signaling her intention for one thing and one thing only.

Where Mandy now lay supine on the canvas, she must’ve recognized that seizing of her upper limb and what was about to happen.

As such, she acted for her own self-preservation.

“No, no, no!” Shrieking out as Kendra had her in a prime position to lock in an armbar, Mandy did what she could to escape, including throwing out her other limbs to try and drag herself away from the center of the ring.

That disruption ended up delaying the Brit from being able to lock in the cross armbar.

Precious seconds were lost in her setup, ultimately resulting in Mandy being able to utilize her long legs to ensnare the ropes once she was just within range.

A rope break was called by the referee, resulting in much booing from the crowd.

Kendra was too focused to sit in that disappointment for too long, but she did relinquish her hold over the champion at the official’s further request.

Standing up, the Brit gave a frustrated whip of her hair as the blonde woman chose at that particular moment to retreat under the bottom rope in lieu of staying in the ring.

Dropping down on all fours, she incurred even more booing from the crowd in the process of trying to pull herself together.

Kendra looked down at the current titleholder on the outside, and then stopped being just showing her contempt just with her eyes.

Lowering herself down into a seated position, she rolled under the ropes to show her disdain in other, much more violent ways.

Holding her back still from the vertical suplex, Cutthroat nonetheless pulled herself up somewhat gingerly as her body was starting to show the visible marks from the match all over.

She was almost groggily walking towards the timekeeper’s area where her title was being held, but she barely got more than a few steps in that general direction before being seized from behind by the Duchess.

With both hands on those golden locks, Kendra performed a half-spin around to generate some quick momentum while throwing the champion shoulderfirst into the nearby barricade.

The fans from behind the barrier immediately showered both women with camera flashes, capturing Mandy’s state as she slumped down….

…. and then was promptly picked up by the Brit who lit her chest up with yet another fierce knife edge chop.

Clutching at her bra now, the blonde woman howled out in sharp indignation.
And then came the rather amusing chant: “Take it off! Take it off!”

Smiling at that, Kendra picked up the grimacing woman with a hand on her chin, mocking her, “Well, you are a champion for the people, aren’t you?”

Not wanting to wait for Mandy’s immediate response, Kendra reached behind the woman to undo her top and bare the champion’s breasts.

She nearly had the strap in one hand when a vicious blur of force rammed into her from the side.

Knocked right down to the padded floor, the Duchess’s face was almost hidden completely under a furious barrage of fists and forearms coming down on her upper back and head all at the same time.

And the culprit behind it….

“You fucking bitch!” The Assassin yelled at her between every strike, sharing a bloody mouth with her blonde bestie.

Recovering now thanks to her partner’s very timely intervention, Mandy pushed herself off the barricade.

A moment to recollect herself later, she staggered over to the two and put a hand on the Fresno woman’s shoulder.

“Fucking. Cunt!” Getting her last few bits of aggression out with some final forearm shots, Kim stood up, clearly not satisfied even after that cruel ambush.

“How the fuck is she even conscious?” Mandy wanted to know, surprised more so at the fact that the Duchess was still stirring.

“We are not supposed to be working this hard just to win a fucking match,” Kim vented at her. “I’m pretty sure this skinny bitch busted my lip. When was the last time that happened?”

“Yeah.” The blonde nodded at the metal ringpost in front of them. “Let’s fucking tattoo this bitch’s forehead on that pole. See how well she walks that off.”

Agreeing on that, the two grabbed Kendra’s arms on either side of her and unsympathetically hauled her off the ground.

Keeping her upright on their own strength, the duo then prepared to throw the brunette headfirst into the metal.

Right until a male whistle went off from behind.

“...the fuck?” Turning around, Mandy and Kim were surprised by a rapidly advancing Hunter coming at them fast.

And his outstretched arms didn't exactly give off friendly vibes of an incoming embrace.

Kendra had the wherewithal to duck and go on all fours as the Ruler of the Ring knocked both them with dual clotheslines at the same time.

Saved by her own partner’s intervention this time, the Duchess crawled along the floor as the dazed groans of her opponents filled both ears.

Moving with yet another revitalizing adrenaline rush coursing through her veins, she found some welcome assistance with her dark-haired partner helping her up.

“‘It’ll be just like those two blokes we beat up in that Manchester pub that one time’, you said,” he reminded her sardonically. “I always thought you had good judgment, Kendra, but then I got choked out on national television. Now I’m starting to have second thoughts.”

“Oh sorry, I was too busy losing my hearing after getting smashed into those steps to really care about your problems,” she fired right back at him.

He cocked a smirk at her. “You’re buying Amy and me drinks tonight. No debate.”

Wiping a trickling line of crimson from her cheek, she conceded to that, “First, let’s get through this so we’ll at least have something to celebrate, yeah?”

Nodding, he went to go keep Kim occupied while Kendra limped back over to where Mandy was still holding her hand.

Peeling the champion off the floor despite some increasing soreness in her joints, she clung on to the taller woman’s torso while dragging her back to the ring apron.

Using her head as well as her hands, Kendra pushed up against the groggy woman’s sides to deliver her back inside the ring.

Watching her partner re-enter as well, Hunter now fixed his hands around the dark hair of the Assassin.

“About the ‘thing’ you pulled last time, look I’m not even mad. You've really been working hard at this whole sex-wrestling thing while I’ve been gone, huh?” His cherry attitude was a contrast from her groggy speech and faint grunts as he brought her back up to her feet.

He then brought up almost on a whim, “I really like photo-ops. Don’t you?”

She was still woozy from the clothesline, not offering much of anything in response.

“I think these fans would really appreciate you taking a minute or so to make their night,” he whispered at her, before suddenly throwing the Assassin partially over the ring barricade.

Her upper half nearly came in contact with an overly enthusiastic male fan and his friends, while her legs were still kicking out wildly on Hunter’s side.

Security instantly made their presence known, but not before a few bold spectators could cop a feel on Kim’s bare ass and even take a selfie posing right next to said derriere.

“Thanks, babe. You’re the real champ for doing that.” Flashing a playful thumbs up, a now more energized Hunter turned away from the (for now) incapacitated Assassin to see what was going on in the ring.

By now, both women had dragged themselves up, more or less using the other for support in doing so.

Driven by a mutual hate, they found that spark of disdain in one another’s eyes, and then, it came to a head.

Pushing off, Kendra was the first to land a forearm right to the jaw, visibly staggering the champion who was already bleeding from the mouth with bruises along her cheekbones further tainting her polished image.

But she just as quickly staggered back into range and delivered a forearm that also had an effect on the Duchess.

Another forearm by Kendra, then a follow up by Mandy.

Back and forth they exchanged bodily punishment, prompting the fans to choose sides: a “Boooo!” here for Mandy, and a “Yayyyy!” there for the Duchess.

They continued to return the favor until finally both women landed a blow on each other at the same time.

Both women teetered back a few steps, leading to a very tense stalemate.

Standing up on the ring apron, Hunter looked on to see her partner taking an extended moment to feel up her sore jaw.

Then, she walked right back to-

“Ugggh!” Well, she walked back to receive a sudden forearm from a surprisingly resilient Cutthroat.

And yet another blow landed on the former champion, nearly twisting her body around as her stability was threatened.

Tossing back her hair, Mandy delivered yet another harsh blow, and then, even more insultingly, an open-handed slap with her other hand to further disorient the Englishwoman.

Feeling her body get battered about with her mind absolutely swimming in grogginess, the Brit managed to steady her footing. Barely.

“You don’t look so solid now, huh Kendra?” Mandy taunted her, her lips crimson and her eyes shining with a venomous glow.

The Englishwoman was indeed standing on very shaky legs now, but then, so was the champ.

Deciding against making another comment, Mandy suddenly lunged forward and delivered a big boot right to the sternum of the Duchess.

Imprinting her slender footprint right between Kendra’s bare tits, the blow was so powerful it knocked her back against the ropes that were a few good feet behind her.

The fans all roundly booed as Mandy seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of the former champion lurching forward to faceplant down to the floor….

… but they cheered even louder as Kendra managed to level the champion with a desperation clothesline on the way down!

Putting more energy than she probably had into that rebound attack, the Duchess finally collapsed on her belly as Mandy lay spread-eagled just next to her, barely even moving a muscle after being smashed with such authority
And as they both went down, the fans’ cheers went up.

Not just for their chosen sexfighter, but for the match as a whole.

For the fact that both women were willing to put so much on the line just to earn that coveted final decision.

The referee walked around their panting bodies, subtle concern on her face as she looked at both of their battle-worn faces.

Otherwise, she remained in her observer role until further action was taken by either legal participant.

Knowing how to harness that energy, Hunter started a supportive clap to try and rouse the England-raised sexfighter back to life.


***


“I don’t think we’ve seen our resident finger-snapper from the U.K. put as much oomph behind a clothesline like that, at least not in a long ass time! Wow, I’m still feeling the tremors from that big impact,” George enthused.

“Not too hard to pull off if you’ve already got that buildup of emotion for your opponent. And we’ve already established the very tumultuous history between these two. No, Kendra needs to make that tag. She’s taken a beating and has given back plenty of receipts, but now is not the time to make prideful decisions and try to stay in that ring any longer than she has to,” Kevin said.

“I agree with that. Hunter might not be 100% exactly after that K.O., but he should only need to be at about 50% to deal with a champion who’s on her last fumes.”


***


The clapping continued for a second, and then, Kendra finally responded.

Making small movements at first, the Duchess pushed herself up on her elbows and started to make a concentrated effort towards her corner.

Crawling just with her arms first, she gained some considerable momentum by adding her legs next.

Going forward at an increasingly expedient pace, she got up to a knee and then staggered up even more.

The clapping intensified, and so did her effort to rally.

Not even a second or too later, the woman was up, and was in the midst of throwing herself towards Hunter’s open palm when a violent double-handed blow to her blow unceremoniously halted her lunge.

Mandy struck her right when she was most susceptible, that glimmer of hope dashed in an instant as the blonde woman nearly collapsed right over the now fallen former champion.

The boos rained in as Hunter cursed under his breath.

Somehow inexplicably, the champion was managing to keep herself in the game, even after sharing a fair bit of the suffering and bodily aches that had been exchanged between the two rivals.

And on that face, her crimson smile was still carved in, an almost sadistic visual looming over the back of Kendra’s head as the taller woman straddled her from behind.

“You know something, Mary Poppins. I really miss the days where we’d actually settle shit without you needing to run and get a man to fix all your problems,” she taunted her, playfully twirling around a few messy curls of the British woman’s hair in her hand.

“Mmmmmm, guess you lost all that badass mojo after you lost your belt,” she further cooed at her, rising up to her feet with Kendra forced to rise along with the champion.

“Let’s get you in position, sweetie.” Sharply tugging her away from the corner, she ended up shoving Kendra in a prone position towards the center of the ring.

Hands and knees touched the mat first, and then, her head just narrowly avoided a faceplant while Mandy kept up a relatively fast pace in going for her next move.

She hit the ropes while Kendra’s head was seemingly right up on the chopping block, raised just enough above the mat to be vulnerable to the champion’s coup de grace.

Jumping up into the air, the exact move that Cutthroat went for was her patented curb stomp, driving the sole of her foot into the back of her opponent’s head to make them eat the mat with finality.

In motion, it was a swift end for any sexfighter- male or female, but tonight, it was not to be.

Veteran instinct told Kendra to throw herself backward to avoid contact, and it was indeed a very close call even at that.

From that point on, there was just enough in her body to keep her moving, and, eventually, allow her to jump to make that hot tag.

“YEAAH!” The crowd came alive as Hunter brought himself into the ring, momentum on his side the second his booted feet crossed the threshold into the squared circle.

And for Cutthroat, who was almost lost in her own daze after missing the stomp, she was practically swept up in the hurricane blowing her way.

She haphazardly responded to the rush of footsteps to her periphery only to be knocked down by a swift shoulder block.

Perhaps it was more appropriate to say that Mandy was nearly bulldozed over by the speeding man’s sudden rampage.

And through either force of will or just the remaining bits of adrenaline still in her, she was able to pick herself up.

She got up, and walked...right into Hunter’s awaiting arms.

Lifting her up off the mat with little difficulty, he threw her back down in a swift scoop slam.

She hit the canvas with a loud shriek, taking much longer than usual to get up.

If she even could, given the way her face conveyed the agony her entire body must be in at this point.

Every slam, every strike, it all comes back in the end. Even for the champ.

But Hunter wasn’t in much of a mood to wait.

Grabbing her by the wrists, he yanked the tall woman off the floor, and hoisted her up on his shoulders.

Mandy’s limbs were practically dangling in the air now as he had her in a fireman’s carry, which was essentially just a holding position for whatever he could think of.

And well, his mind tended to venture to some pretty creative places when he was under-

“Fucking let her go!” Breaking his train of thought was the sudden emptiness that now graced his shoulders instead of his opponent’s flesh and bones.

Seemingly appearing out of nowhere, Kim remerged on his blindside and seized her bestie by her ankle, pulling the blonde woman off of him just before he could put her down (preferably for good).

The two were reunited, though in similar states of grogginess as they held onto each other for support.

Whirling around, he saw the two of them in extremely close proximity, and without thinking surged forward to nail two bitches with one move.

The only flaw in his plan: those two bitches in question weren’t as ‘out-of-it’ as he had originally estimated.

Instead, they were aware enough to both sidestep his attempted double shoulder tackle, diverging on either side of him while his body kept on trucking forward...right into the corner turnbuckle.

The Ruler of the Ring just narrowly avoided impacting his shoulder against the ringpost as he dove between the pads, but the landing was a painful one nonetheless.

Extracting himself from the corner, he turned around expecting to see Cutthroat and the Assassin either on the ground or just barely above it, but was met by something even more surprising: Mandy’s size 9 foot hurtling right towards his face!

He didn’t even see it coming, and neither did the audience.

Assembling herself up in literally half the time it took him to dislodge his shoulder from the turnbuckle, the blonde champion defied every expectation in being able to surprise the legal man.

Caught with no protection between him and a faceful of foot, well, Hunter just had to clench his teeth and-

“Uggghhhh….” The running Yakuza kick snapped the young man’s head to the side, resulting in an emphatic smack of flesh against flesh.

He couldn’t feel his own mouth, but he did feel the mat touching his knees as his body crumpled down like a melted statute.

On the JumboTron, the very center of the screen only displayed the wriggling toes of her raised foot as it was partially caught on the top rope.

And then, when the camera panned down, Hunter had pitched forward and hit the mat without any time to brace himself for impact.

Mandy’s leg remained up in an upwards arch as the cameraman went down to the downed male sexfighter.

Her smile of relief was what the camera panned to next, and then, back down.

Seconds passed.

He didn’t get back up.


***


“And where the hell did Kim come from anyways? Whatever the case, the ref’s probably going to let that go. Now what’s he about to do- wow, wow, did you see that Kev? Did you see-?”

“Yeah, I saw,” Kevin confirmed for him, in awe as he was.

The two commentators locked eyes, knowing exactly what that move was.

“When you’re desperate, you’ll do anything to win. Even if you have to dig down to the bottom of the toy chest, you’ll find a way to get it done. And if there’s anything that almost unequivocally ‘gets it done’, it’s her Sole Cleanser,” George explained.

They watched her retract her leg from over the top rope, an almost eerie silence in the crowd as the official stopped to check Hunter’s wrist for signs of movement, only receiving a delayed nod from him.

“You don’t think…..?” the older man almost dreaded to finish that statement, as Kim exited the ring solely for the purpose of making a legal tag with Mandy.

They looked, and saw that Hunter remained face flat on the ground.

“I don’t know. Over the years, I don’t think many people have been able to shake that off,” was Kevin’s only response. “Right now, I’d say Hunter’s biggest concern is staying conscious. But, uh, I don’t think that’s gonna be the issue with the Assassin. I’m pretty sure she wants him conscious for what’s about to happen….”


***


Indeed, Hunter was not unconscious.

Not yet, though his vision was blurred and he tasted copper all in his mouth.

That was just from the kick alone.

What was now upon him, somehow, was even worse.

“Oh, what big muscles you have…..” The seductive coo of Kim was accompanied by her petite feet touching down on his exposed back.

He already felt like he was battling two migraines at once, but now, his back was screaming at him now for having to hold up her weight at the same time.

Balancing herself on his vertebrae, she daintily crossed one leg over the other in a manner that made his spinal cord out to be like a tightrope she was crossing.

And the exact endpoint of all that- well, that was his thick skull.

Even more incredibly was the fact that the Assassin was able to place both her feet on the back of his head and keep it there for a few seconds.

In those humiliating, demeaning moments, he could feel her entire weight on his head, but she soon got off him to put into motion what else she had in store.

Her back to the male sexfighter, Kim proceeded to take a few steps forward, and, with the whole arena watching, proceeded to drop down right in front of him.

She prostrated herself on all fours, bent forward ever so slightly, and then presented her bare ass right in full view of his line of sight.

There was hardly a man or woman inside the arena who wasn’t glued to the very provocative pose that the Fresno woman had painted herself in.

She knew exactly where those eyes were, including Hunter’s.

And then, she started to work her hips to further finesse her case.

It was a position that would lure any warm-blooded man into a state of non-thinking lust, enticing him to capture that wide open, damp pussy in any way that he chose.

But the Ruler of the Ring couldn’t do that.

He could barely even move without his head throbbing madly, making every movement forward a trial in itself.

And even if Kim didn’t know those exact details, she sensed his falter, his inability to seize upon a golden opportunity she practically handed him.

It turned her on even more, prompting her to bend even more slightly to further accentuate her petite ass cheeks as well as sexually torture his eyes.

“Think you’re man enough to take me, Hunter?” she purred at him yet again. “Oh yeah, you were real tough putting me with all those pervs, but not so much now, right?”

Smiling over her shoulder, she was pleased at she saw.

Hunter’s bulge was showing more than ever, and still he couldn’t move in to act on that erection.

But she could.

“Now….” She arched her back up to give herself a more sexualized posture, keeping her voice at a sultry yet commanding intonation, “Crawl for your Empress, Hunter. Show me how a King works for his prize.”

His fists balled, but that same heated emotion gave him just enough energy to begrudgingly do as instructed, at least until he got his bearings back.

The male sexfighter crawled, just to get closer to the woman’s vulnerable, well, everything.

“Mmmmm, that’s it. Just keep going,” she further cajoled him on, gleefully baiting the groggy man. “You really want to put that dick inside my wet pussy, I know you do….”

He pulled himself up with his elbows, his knees, virtually every piece of his body that wasn’t numb under his neck.

She had apparently led him about as far as he was to go, because her next statement was not directed to him.

“Ready, bae?” It was directed to the woman behind him.

He grunted out in alarm at the sharp yanking of his sweat-drenched locks, nearly giving the veteran some whiplash.

Too groggy to even begin to process the sudden shifting of body parts behind him, he instead suffered the ultimate end result of it all as Mandy wrapped her long legs around the outsides of his arms once more to create the infamous lotus lock.

Restraining both limbs with ease, the blonde sexfighter rested back on her palms to allow her more prominent assets to hold Hunter in place.

The Assassin pivoted back around so that she was facing him with a grin that shined from ear to ear.

“Awww, didn’t think I was actually going to reward you with my wet pussy, did you big boy?” she taunted him, tilting her head to the side in mock puzzlement.

“........” Given the fact that his shoulders were being forcibly stretched out, there was no comment on his end.

“That’s only for the really, really good boys,” Mandy chirped in from behind him, as Kim sensually inserted one finger into her pussy to stimulate herself.

“Yeah, no cookie for you, King Dipshit.” Taking out that same digit, she pressed it against his lips just to further drive home the insult. “But I know that you know, that we are so much more than all that vanilla shit. I mean, anyone can take dick between their legs. But…”

Pushing herself up in a kneeling position, she whispered hotly at him, “Takes real talent to get you off with the rest of the inventory.….”

Lowering herself down, the Assassin worked her nimble fingers into his waistband and pulled down his trunks.

Making her removal of his bottoms short and simple, she did away with his bottoms, stripping away his true last line of defense.

She took a moment to take in his slightly aroused appendage, even mockingly flicking it with one finger before taking it outright in her palm.

Refocusing her gaze on his quickly-rendered mask of stoicism, she began stroking him, starting off very slow, raising the tension from within.

“Feel good?” Her hand worked his flesh as if she was tweaking and polishing a doorknob, sensual turns of her wrist behind every pump.

His face held, trained through the crucible of pure experience not to give himself away with those admittedly very satisfying strokes.

Pulling at his stalk to further tantalize him, she continued being conversational with the restrained sexfighter, “Not much of a ‘hands-on’ kinda girl, but we saw how much you enjoyed getting it from your girl, Nikky. And, if it’s good enough for her…..”

“It’s even better when we do it,” Mandy gloated proudly into his ear.

Rubbing and gently squeezing the mushroom shaped cap of his rod, she began to feel its girth solidify fully in their presence.

“....sure, whatever gets you off,” he finally managed to gasp out, certainly not hating the way Kim was gliding her fingers up and down his shaft.

“Oh, but we want to get you off, little Jimmy,” Cutthroat further teased him. “We want you to feel so good, good enough you’ll want to give us something in return.”

“How’s he gonna do that, bae?” Kim’s voice was downright husky now, the stimulation of his manhood arousing her just as much.

“Oh you know….” She exerted even more pressure on his neck to continue forcing his ‘compliance’ in their sexual double-vice, “Just that tongue, going in between the toes, up the arch, all those super special places you like.”

“Hmmmmm. I like it between my toes. Kendra’s wimpy ex-girlfriend couldn’t wrestle for shit, but that boy knew how to please. I’d do anything to get another footboy like him.” She started speeding up her jerking motions now, alternating between hands to maintain that continuous flow of sexual energy.

“What do you think, James? You’re popular for some reason. Know anyone who could be of use to us?” Mandy brought up, keeping the conversation going while the Assassin focused on further exploiting his bodily reaction.

“Gonna have to get back with you ladies on that,” he winced out.

“Yeah?” Kim switched hands, making those familiar squeezes along his shaft that felt like shameless (yet nonetheless effective) aping on Nikky’s technique. “Hunter’s not relaxed enough, bae. I think he needs some more attention. Probably more than he deserves.”

“I think so too, bae.”

The next time the Assassin opened her mouth, it was to trail down his stomach with her tongue and take his erection right in her savoring lips.

Showing off oft-hidden aspect of her sexual talents, the Assassin moaned out enthusiastically as she tasted his hard flesh inside her oral opening.

On her knees with her bare ass shaking erotically in conjunction with every neck bob upon his manhood, one would mistake her stance for a submissive one.

But there was nothing yielding to the way she was sucking him, still stroking his meat with one hand while her petite mouth worshipped his cockhead.

“.....shit.” Either Amy had been gossiping in the group showers about his love for blowjobs, or Kim had been operating on a high level far longer than he gave her credit for.

Either way, she had definitely succeeded in turning him on.

He’d give that to her, but this was far from his first BJ, and there was no way, absolutely no way…..

“...shit- shit!” He cursed louder after just barely willing his sex cannon to not suffer an early eruption, realizing to his horror that there was a way now.

And she was making the most of it.

Lying on her belly for a better angle, the Assassin started to enticingly swing her legs fro and back, providing more sensual imagery for their prey (namely him) to get lost in.

Admittedly, she knew her audience well.

He wasn’t exactly in her core ‘demographics’, but he was still a guy, and only had so much self-control with a hot woman on his dick.

Another near orgasm prompted him to try and fight back, but again her legs were like bars of steel bearing down on his arms.

Even as bloody and battered as she was, Mandy held him firm while Kim kept on sucking him with passion.

“I’m going to go out on a limb here, James.” His straining face barely even took in the blonde woman’s sneering voice, but she made her voice known nonetheless. “I don’t think you’ll last more than ten seconds when Kimmy gets those sexy feet wrapped around your cock. She could probably just touch you with her big toe, and you’ll just explode.”

The Fresno woman was taking him to the hilt now, audible gurgling sounds touching both his ears.

“You know the trick to how we make footboys out of macho men?” Deciding to tell him whether or not he was even listening, Mandy cooed, “First, we give them what they want. Who doesn’t love a beautiful woman going down on them, right? And then, we stop giving them what they want, and make them beg for what we want. And you know exactly what we want, Hunter?”

He could certainly take a gander by the way Kim was reflexively wriggling and stretching her toes behind her while she devoured even more of his flesh.

Grinning with his entire length now comfortably in her erotic, wet embrace, the Assassin started to hum soothingly, “Mmmmmmmnnnpphh?!”

Interrupted halfway through her loud enjoyment of the sexual attack, she felt his dick sliding from between her lips as a force from the rear yanked her off of the physically and sexually restrained man.

Caught by total surprise, she was dragged a few good feet away with her belly raked across the mat and her already messy short hair obscuring her shocked features.

And the person who came to the rescue…..

“Kendra, you fucking ruined everything!!” Raging loudly, Mandy instantly relinquished her leg-based hold over the Ruler of the Ring and clambered up to her feet with the Duchess somehow still in possession of her wits.

Hunter slumped down to the mat, more than relieved to not be the object of attention.

The Brit’s body language showed some fatigue, but she made sure to straighten out her stance to meet the American blonde woman.

Realizing now that all four participants were in this match, the referee simply remained out of the crossfire and let them all have at it.

Mandy lunged first with a very desperate clothesline, barely any form or flavor behind the swinging arm.

Kendra ducked the blur of flesh and fury with barely any difficulty, mustering enough of an effort to seize the champion from behind and finish what she started earlier.

Exactly one second later, she forcibly removed the bra to finally make them (somewhat) equals for once.

Mandy stopped ice cold in her tracks, seeing the voyeuristic roar of the fans all around.

Then, she looked up at the JumboTron.

Her modest A-cup was visible for all to see (and photograph) at their leisure.

Instinctively, her hands went to cover up her exposed breasts, but then she remembered that the match was still ongoing.

Twirling around ended up being yet another mistake for her.

Without hesitation, Kendra struck her down with a thunderous knife edge chop right to those naked globes!

She hit the mat clutching her chest and kept on rolling, eventually slithering under the bottom rope and to the outside.

Blowing out strands of hair out of her eyes, the Duchess felt at least some measure of revenge at being able to partially disrobe her adversary.

It wasn’t much, but it was a begin-

“Aargggh!” She didn’t even finish that thought before being catapulted out of the ring herself thanks to a shotgun dropkick from the Assassin from behind.

Drilling both feet into the small of her back, the Japanese American put more than enough venom and velocity behind that running strike to send the Duchess tumbling between the ropes and hit the padded floor right on her face.

And, just as quickly, the spotlight was back on the petite sexfighter.

“Who’s fucking bad now, bitch?!” Kim yelled triumphantly at the downed woman on the outside, pleased at her actions.

Kendra wasn’t in much a hurry to offer her a response, but then again, she wasn’t the legal competitor.

There was only one person who was, and by the time Kim decided to concern herself with that ‘loose end’ and turn back around….

… Hunter was up on his feet and right in the midst of scooping her off of hers!

Kim’s startled yelp was only the prelude to the agonizing groan that was forced out of her as the male sexfighter cinched in his signature bearhug.

Fingers clasped together against the curve of her spine, he held her naked chest tightly against his, and then pushed inwardly.

Not even her slim waistline was impervious to the tenuous strain of pressure being dealt to her upper body now.

“Shit, fuck, shiiit!” Alternating between curse words, Kim’s feet kicked miserably in the air with the crowd now rising all around to add their voices to the already tense goings-on in the ring.

His brow was completely drenched in sweat, and his rock solid erection was swinging around freely with every bouncing movement.

But that all meant little to nothing if he could still accomplish what he needed to.

Pressing his interlocked hands inwards toward his body, the pain that he was inflicting upon him was very apparent, depicted viscerally through her wailing and writhing around.

There was only so much pressure a woman could take with this move, in his experience at least, but he only had so much more adrenaline to burn through.

And his dick couldn’t exactly ‘cool off’ in the immediate and very intimate presence of a woman’s body, regardless of how distressed she may be.

He needed to go to Plan B, quickly.

But then, so did the Assassin.

Finding some miraculous strength from inside, she aimed her fingertips like talons and applied them savagely to his intense gaze.

Perfectly exploiting the only flaw in his plan, she kept on raking at his features to force his hand first.

Grunting out as her underhanded technique nearly cost him his balance, Hunter stumbled backwards as the combined weight of carrying her and momentary near blindness severely threatened his stability.

However hard the fans booed that, it was effective enough to cause the pendulum to swing back her way and send the male sexfighter stumbling into a neutral corner.

Mandy was still trying to regroup on the outside, clinging on to anything solid for support while Kendra fared little better with one hand massaging her lower back.

What they couldn’t see, but could at least hear, was the frantic shouts of the fans as the brunette woman managed to escape the bearhug while Hunter’s back was to the turnbuckle.

She also kept herself above the ground by catching the middle ropes under her feet.

With her footing secured, Kim grabbed the rope on her right with both hands, shifting her weight somewhat off of him.

“Hope I didn’t mess up the makeup too much, dear,” she mocked him through panted breath, balancing on the new precarious position. “I want you nice and pretty for when they take a picture of me….doing….this.”

Manually grabbing her own leg to raise it up thanks to a ring of soreness around her ribs area, she aimed her bare foot right at his unsuspecting face, and then-

“Hah!” A violent stomp nailed him right between the eyes, enhanced all the more by her elevated position on the ropes.

Another one hit the same mark, nearly putting him right on his ass in the process.

Then, another one landed, which did bring him down to a knee.

She looked down at the clearly woozy Hunter, with her literal footprints now all over his face.

“Well, maybe not so pretty anymore,” she remarked breathlessly, using that same leg to come in contact with his face in a less harsh though just as demeaning manner.

Tracing his lips with her painted toes, she dominantly pressed her sole against his face, letting that particular image speak for itself: his eyes, half-glossed over, now with her wrinkled arch mashing up against his cheeks and nose.

She let the moment linger, but not for long.

Touching the ropes with her toes on the other side of his kneeling face, she made sure no stray strands of hair could hide her perfectly triumphant, perfectly smug expression.

Standing on the middle ropes with Hunter forced to take a knee before her, the Assassin first pushed her hips back some to accentuate her shapely bottom….

… and then fiercely leaned in to push her naked crotch right in his face.

Hunter felt, smelled, and saw nothing but wet pussy as Kim took it upon herself to inflict yet another bodily humiliation on him.

A straight pussy smother was her clear intention here.

The womanly treasure that he had spent near the entire match heating up was now being driven unrepentantly in his face, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Well, almost nothing.

“A King deserves a noble end, right?” Kim sneered at him, a returning arrogance only amplifying the sensual ways she was using her hips to grind against his face. “You made me work for it, baby, but it was fucking worth it. To fuck that loser face with the kind of pussy your wife wishes she had.”

More taunting, more grinding.

Her excitement ballooned to a fever pitch at feeling his muffled groans absorbed into her vaginal opening.

Grating her hips in a circular motion, she sunk lower and lower to further ingratiate her bald peach with the nuances of his nose and upper lip.

“No need coming back to grace us with your presence. After this, maybe you should just stay in the kiddie leagues. Leave the big time for the real badasses,” she kept on talking.

Again, more taunting, more grinding.

But that was the thing.

Hunter was tired of talking.

But what he wasn’t tired of….

“Yeah, fucking take it, you fucking loser! At least when I put you out this time, maybe the docs will get a little boner when they smell my winner pussy all over. Or maybe it’ll be my feet, too. Hmmm, maybe you play footboy just as good as you put on this whole king ac-eeeeeeeee!!!” Kim squealed out the last part of that sentence.

Her eyes bulged open wide with what he had just done.

Both hands squeezed her glutes from around her sides and squeezed even harder with a vengeance just seconds later.

His fingers, though not the most ironclad digits, were still firm enough to clamp down on her tight globes like a claw crane and not let go.

She gasped out in pure shock, and then, well…

“You fuck- fuuuuck!” Her voice went high-pitched, probably even higher in the register as Hunter’s tongue reentered her pussy.

Rising up at the same time, he began eating her out like a thirsting man would consume a watermelon.

The lashes of his tongue now carried even more fervor now, much more sexual power that was brought out of him and transferred right into her vagina.

Her legs had tightened instinctively around his neck, but that didn’t last for very long.

She even vainly tried beating at his skull with her hands, but she couldn’t even fully close her fists.

Deciding to be safe though, Hunter gripped both of her petite wrists in his much larger hands, pinning them against his shoulders for added security.

“No- no, you fucking-fuuuuck, fuuuuck!” She yelled out, frustration at being restrained dissolving into moans of ecstasy almost immediately.

Whatever strength she had left seemingly tapered off in an instant once his tongue went right at her clitoris.

She tried, but failed to hold back a wavering, whimpering scream as, at last, her libido removed her self-control altogether.

If she was capable of actually taking in small conversation at that point, he would’ve told her how he learned this counter from a very flexible Indian woman in one of those “kiddie leagues.”

But sometimes showing was better than telling.

Her dark eyes rolled back and her legs eventually loosened, but he didn’t let her fall off his shoulders.

Not just yet.

Instead, his tongue massaged her folds like there was no tomorrow, like there was nothing but the two of them in this very arena devoted purely to bringing out pure bliss in the other.

Hunter was standing, erect and determined, and he could feel those shuddering, vulnerable noises coming out of her mouth.

She was done. Like every other girl before her who bet against his mouth.

One more lick here, maybe another lick the-

“Ugggghhhhh…..” Pain suddenly exploded in his upper back right when the final curl of the tongue was poised to detonate.

But it wasn’t a fist, or something that Hunter recognized as flesh and bone.

It was metal. Hard. Disorienting.

The gold-plated championship belt slammed right between the male sexfighter’s shoulderblades, knocking him down with Kim flopping down off his shoulders to the mat at the same time.

Nearly faceplanting right on the canvas, he groaned loudly with the crowd first responding in equal confusion as him.

The sexually anguished Assassin had rolled over on her belly, almost a shivering and barely articulate mess on the very precipice of orgasm.

Her eyes were wide, and her legs were shaking.

Then, it came to him in the form of only one word: metal.

Whirling around, Hunter looked up…..at precisely the very last image he could make out before Mandy struck him with her title belt yet again.

Once it connected with his face, there was no more world for him to see.

With just that second shot, the Ruler of the Ring was out cold on his back.

His fight was over before he even knew it was.

Falling on the mat with him, Cutthroat clung on to the title as the referee did the only thing she could do.

She called for the bell.

The electronic sounding did little to cushion the sudden levelling of boos that came down once everyone realized what had just happened.

Kim’s oral susceptibility made her so distracted in her lustful state she was hardly privy to what had just happened.

But, on the other side of the ring, Kendra’s head lifted up above the ring apron.

Hearing what everyone else in the arena heard, she had expected to see Hunter conquering the little twat either by cock or by mouth, the mat to be littered with her cum nonetheless.

But that wasn’t the scene she was seeing now.

Instead, Hunter was sprawled out cold as a block of ice, Kim was doing only slightly better a meter away from him, and Mandy was just holding on to her belt.


***


“You gotta be- you fucking gotta be kidding me? She’s just gonna rob us like that? Of having a clean result to this spectacular contest?” George was almost beside himself in anger and frustration, feelings no doubt shared by the rest of the crowd.

“I can’t condone it, but I understand it. I understand what she is thinking here.”

George didn’t share in his sentiment there, exclaiming incredulously, “You understand it? She’s the champion, Kev. The top woman in her division, and she pulls this?”

“She wants to be in charge of the narrative here,” Kevin explained with sobering disappointment. “You can hate how she did it, but this is purely an image-based decision. If Kim had given up the goods up there, like it looked like she would have, well, then we’ve got the Intercontinental Champion on her knees before the King. And that probably won’t come off well in future video packages. Here, she’s still taking the L, but at least she can control the spread. This way, in her eyes I would imagine, she’s still leaving the night on top.”


***


The blonde woman desperately hugged the title to herself, ignoring a certain look from the referee who nonetheless relayed her final decision to the ring announcer.

And then, he amplified her call for all to hear: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this third fall via disqualification….HUNTER. And winners of this match…”

“No, no!” She made a hurried attempt to get back inside the ring, but Mandy had already crawled through the ropes by the time she got her feet on the canvas.

Grabbing her bestie’s arm on the way out, she dragged the sexually dazed woman out of the squared area with the suited man finishing his proclamation, “THE DUCHESS AND HUNTER!!!”

Stumbling over towards the center, she kneeled down next to her partner while his entrance theme played throughout the arena.

But there was no celebratory glint in her eyes.

Nothing, except anger.

And where there was anger, frustration, a driving fury in her eyes, there was nothing but pride and accomplishment in the eyes of the Intercontinental Champion.

Holding on to her partner with one arm, the other arm was occupied holding up her championship.

Kendra's gaze didn't leave Mandy for a single second as the two retreated up the ramp.

She couldn't even see the crowd now, only the alleged champion and her faithful acolyte.

They had made away with it again, like bandits in the night.

Made fools of her, and now Hunter.

Stolen away with her title.

But not forever.


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Author's Note: Hehe, I should probably stop writing these really long last third falls, huh?

- Thanks to all who manage to get through the entire tag match. It is a lot, but I really hope it gave plenty of depth and definition to Mandy, Kendra, and Kim, as well as provided a half-decent interpretation of @[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]'s protagonist, Hunter.

- Why the DQ, you might ask? Hmmm, lots of reasons. Self-preservation? Pride? Desperation? You could probably argue all of those things, but I'll just say this: Mandy enjoys leaving every segment, every match, every interview, as the one on top. Doesn't matter who it is, or who she's against. She thrives to be the final pin on every conversation. I'd say attacking the current Ruler of the Ring definitely accomplishes that mission for her. Now, whether or not that opens up some....complexities along the road, well, guess you'll just have to read and see!

- But yes, a DQ win is still a win nonetheless, so Kendra indeed has earned her spot in the tournament. The lineup now reads: Dan Danger, Bux Bunny, The Phenom, The Tigress, Gavin the Great, Tiffany Laurence, The Swann, Keiji Miura, La Dama, Jesse Belle, and Kendra "The Duchess".

- Alternative endings coming very soon. And again, no need to IM me. They will be on a separate PDF document attached to this story.

- Feedback very much appreciated. Any early projections for tournament winners? Any future matches you'd like to see? Shorter third falls, lol? In any case, let me know and definitely stay tuned for more updates.

- Stay safe everybody!

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it was a very nice back and forth last fall. Thanks, amazing as always. We knew those girls were going to play dirty and they could have even won. I know you are going to share the alternate the endings so I am not asking them. I wonder what those bitches would do when they win
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“A goddamn DQ? Are you fucking serious?”

The loud and unashamedly Texan voice of Tiffany Laurence was directed up at the mounted television where the final image of a bleeding yet smiling Cutthroat holding up her title faded into blackness along with the SFL closing graphics.

Almost every head in the local bar turned to the blonde woman, her indignant tone very hard not to notice in the already rowdy and rambunctious setting.

Men and women of all walks of life had been seated at various corners, either enjoying each other’s company or their favorite alcoholic beverage, or most likely both.

Very few patrons had paid much attention to the main event of the Monday night show, but now everyone’s attention had been diverted to the busty woman, and also indirectly to her stepbrother who occupied the other seat on the table.

Tiffany was wearing torn jeans, leather boots, and a black Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt from a concern they both attended years before when the Southern-based band had toured in Austin.

Johnny, contrasting her with a Lone Star Proud tee, sweatpants, and tennis shoes was perfectly content just enjoying a shot of bourbon to wash away the lingering aches from his match earlier in the night.

His investment in the main event was only tangential, while his stepsister obviously took more interest in seeing how the outcome unfurled.

And now that she knew, well…..

“3 fucking falls, and that Miss America runner-up decides to take the chickenshit way out!” she further stormed, not so enamored with the manner in which Kendra and Hunter ultimately ‘won’.

“Tiffany….” Johnny softly intoned, very aware of the eyes on them.

“Guess if she was gonna lose, might as well do it on her own terms, then,” she huffed, taking a sizable swig of her beer and then finally becoming aware of the attention they now had on them.

“Hey, don’t pretend you guys weren’t just checking out my tits this whole time,” she pointed out, something that they all more or less copped to by the way they quickly resumed their normal conversations.

She seemed to swallow more frustration in the continued ounces of alcoholic beverage she consumed, becoming calmer as Johnny told her, “We really need to redefine what keeping a ‘low profile’ means.”

The blonde woman shrugged her shoulders, but begrudgingly conceded, “Sorry, I just….I just get heated, y’know. Hunter and Kendra were really kicking their asses in there, and then, poof! All that hard work just gets swept over all ‘cuz Mandy got sick of getting her ass kicked. Tell me that shit would happen back home.”

He started to reply, but Tiffany cut him off, “Like hell it would. If some of our champions pulled that shit, they’d be made to defend the strap that night just for trying to cheat folks out of their money. Ain’t nobody getting anything over on Butch. Nobody!”

Another sip of her beer, and then, she came up with even more to say, “But at least our girl from across the lake is getting her due now. She could fucking take my Daisy Dukes off any day.”

“Yeah, I think you mean ‘across the pond’,” he corrected her.

She looked at him with a certain look, and then replied in kind, “John boy, I am two beers in on a weeknight, and I am also horny as fuck. You should know I ain’t exactly sharp as a Bowie knife about this time.”

“Well, your speech ain’t slurred like molasses, so there's that,” he pointed out.

“True.” She nearly emptied the beer can with her next swig, testing just how well his comment would now age.

“So…..?” He twirled around his half-empty glass on the drink coaster. “You done yipping your yap?”

Tiffany nearly snorted at that, “Naw, but you look like you got somethin’ on your mind, bro. I’ll hear ya out.”

Nodding, he leaned in close to tell her, “So, one of Miz’s assistants or whatever met me behind the curtain after my match. Evidently, I was supposed to have one of those qualifying matches against the Chelsea Cheer girl. But then he decided to change it, add a third girl to the mix.”

“Fuck yeah, Johnny. You love threesomes!” she beamed at him.

“I also like knowing who I’m up against. And Miz is apparently keeping this one close to the chest, despite our, you know….” Almost checking to see if no one was within clear earshot of them, he hissed out, “connection.”

But Tiffany didn’t seem to have much of a problem with it. “Bro, you’re thinking way too much into this. So what if he wants to throw some mystery woman at you and Psycho McLoony Pants. You’ll kick ass like I know you will, and then we’ll both be in that tournament.”

“Not as a tag team, though,” he was quick to remind her.

And to that, she only commented, “Right. Well, horse before the wagon.”

“Yeah….” He drained more of his glass, and then placed it down on the coaster. “Maybe we should give a ring to Emma. See how she’s doing after her match.”

“Kitty’ll be fine. She just needs to fuck that Vixen up somethin’ fierce. I could probably give her a few tips on how to throw some mean haymakers. Bobby always did say I could knock more guys out with my fists than my rack.”

“Heh…” He raised his glass to her. “To Bobby.”

She clanged her beer can against his container. “Couldn’t have asked for a better trainer.”

They drank in their respective toasts, and then, resumed the conversation.

Scratching the back of his head, Johnny remarked, “I tell you one thing. Probably for the best we aren’t in Hunter’s locker room right now. Amy’s gotta be pissed after seeing her man take one right to the dome.”

“Pissed ain’t even the word. Tigress is gonna want blood,” his stepsister agreed with him.

“Yeah.” Finishing up the glass, he signaled for a waitress to refill him. “As long as it’s not ours, I’m fine just getting the popcorn and seeing how it all turns out.”

And in his wait, Tiffany forced a segway into her next talking about, “So uh, what’d you think of that Dan Danger match?”

He arched an eyebrow at her, but shrugged through his response, “Doesn’t hold a candle to the mud pit we used to roll in back in the day, but the guy showed some real heart for being a first-timer in that sort of thing. Gotta respect that.”

“Yeah….” Tiffany began toying around with her empty beer can, which was almost certainly a telltale sign that she was not exactly being fully transparent with her thoughts.

“Yeah?” The Texan man prompted her.

“Okay, so Daniel had some prime A pussy staring him right in the face, and he doesn’t go all in on that? Shit, give me a strapon and I’d be drilling her so deep she wouldn’t be able to stretch her legs for weeks. What do you reckon about that?”

He gave it a few solid seconds of thought, formulating his response based on his own experience, “Nerves can be a real sumbitch in this kind of sport, Tiff. Having a hard dick don’t mean for shit if you ain’t got the mindset to actually go through it. Maybe he got in his own head.”

She nodded, taking in his insight.

Then, she came up with yet another seemingly out-of-nowhere comment, “Be honest with me, bro. Me and Daniel.”

Johnny nodded as the referee refilled his shot glass.

He kept on nodding as she leaned back into her chair, seemingly waiting for the punchline, which never came.

Finally, he gestured to her, “You and Daniel…..what?”

“You think I could take him? In that tournament thing?” she elaborated somewhat ambiguously.

“Well, from what I’ve seen, he’s got a real fondness for suplexing girls around. Your neck will go through the ringer, that’s for sure. I also know that going down to the ground, with him, probably not in your best interest. He tapped Kenzie in the PPV, and, from what people have told me, she’s a proud ass woman so that in itself is an accomplishment. But, if you two ended up getting dirty and damp on the mat, well….”

He took a leisurely sip of his beverage, leaving that last portion of his statement open-ended.

Perhaps too open-ended for the Laurence woman to accept. “Well what? You don’t think I could win, is that it?”

“Nah, I didn’t say that. It’s just….” Again, more of the placating hand gestures.

But Tiffany was adamant on a response. “C’mon Johnny, my ego ain’t that frail. I can take honesty.”

“Let me see if I can picture this. You go hard at him, he hands it right back at you. Seems pretty even at first, right? Alright, well you know he’s pretty nifty with those submissions so maybe you get in real close with him, wear him down with your own stuff so he can’t hit you with his. Okay, so we fast forward to the moment of truth. Let’s say you get on top of him, get him all wet and wanting. Cock goes in, bam! He’s locked down, can’t do a damn thing but look up and enjoy the show. If things play out that way, sure. You’d earn every bit of that victory. But if he chokes you out with some sleeper while this is going on or manages to keep his ding-a-ling out of the in-zone the whole while, well….” Johnny shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno. Maybe he takes it instead. It’s a tossup, I’ll be honest. But nothing we should be concerned with at this point.”

“Hmmmm.” She didn’t offer much beyond that, a finger or two on her lips in semi-sober thought.

“I mean, we aren’t exactly fortune tellers here. Hell, he could be eliminated by some other girl in the first match and not even make it to you,” Johnny also suggested.

Tiffany held up the can to her mouth to empty out whatever remaining drops of liquid there still were, and then crunched it up in her palm.

Slamming it down, she turned to him, “Alright, I’m drunk enough. Ready to go make some bad decisions and not remember what the fuck we did tomorrow morning?”

He completed his glass as well. “Sure, as long as I call the Uber driver this time.”

She smiled, “That’s why you’re the responsible one.”

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“God…..damn it!”

Walking gingerly through the hallway, Kenny G-String was in much lower spirits now at the end of the night than he was entering it.

One hand was in his pockets, and the other was holding up a doctor-prescribed icebag up to his now swollen left cheek, the visual reminder of the swift superkick that La Dama had delivered to his handsome face without warning.

The faint, almost faded voice of the ring announcer from inside the arena was in the background, wishing all of the departing fans a good night with the main event now officially in the record books.

All around him, people were in a constant state of movement.

Whether it was backstage workers assisting their fellow partners in transporting expensive communication back to the trucks, or some sexfighters who weren’t booked on this particular show making their complaints known to anyone who would listen to them before heading back to their hotel rooms.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how one looks at it), Kenny was on the show.

He had taken the initiative, convinced one of the producers to go out there and try and further increase his name value amongst the fans.

And look where that got him. Nothing but-

“Uh, excuse me! Excuse me!”

He stopped in the midst of his own self-pity.

Bitter feelings got the better of him as he blindly lashed out at whoever was addressing him, “Look, not really in the mood, okay? I’m numb on one side of my face and…“

While speaking, he turned around to see exactly who it was.

“…..uh, still…numb.” His eyes bulged wide open.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay is all,” Charlotte West smiled at him, her hands clasped behind her back.

“….uhhh, y-yeah, I’m f-f-fine,” he almost stammered out, his cheeks clearly blushing out at the elegant beauty of the blonde woman standing just feet away from him.

When he was in the ring, most of his attention was towards Tomas.

But, well, clearly that was the wrong choice on his part, given the current direction that his dick was now pointing.

“Good! Listen, I was….in-character or whatever out there, but I just wanted to say thank you for really having my back out there. So many people in this place, they just….” She heaved an almost exaggerated sigh, “They just don’t seem to appreciate me, even after all that my mother did to make the SFL what it is. It’s like, nobody even wants me here.”

“Oh, no, no, no….” He scrambled to find his words, sensing some kind of sadness within the blonde woman. “I mean, they know who your mother is. She’s freakin’ hot as shit, and like, you’re…. just as hot as she was. Maybe, maybe it’s jealousy because you’re like so hot.”

“But if I’m so hot, then why are all the guys so mean to me? I get the girls being jealous because well, I’m pretty much the perfect 10 all their boyfriends dream about fucking instead of them, but still….” Her face was the picture of saddened befuddlement. “Why aren’t all these guys such respectful, chivalrous gentlemen like you, uh….?”

“Kenny G-String,” he offered for her.

“Right!” She took a step towards him. “Why are you the only angel in my life, Kenny?”

Now, his dick was definitely pointed in the right direction.

Gulping, he tried to answer that heavy question, “Look, Charlotte- uh, Princess Charlotte, I’m just a guy, alright? A guy who respects beautiful women, and loves their titties, too. Shit, probably shouldn’t have said that second part.”

“It’s okay.” Another step was taken towards him. “I appreciate what you did for me tonight, Kenny. And even though Angelina tried to ruin it, it made me happy to know that someone cares about a fragile, sensitive little teacup like myself. But I know how you can make me even happier….”

His face looked like a kid about to be told what Santa Claus got him for Christmas.

“Yeah?” was his enlivened response.

“Next week. You against Angelina Tomas. La Dama, that uppity bitch from Spain versus, the, uh, what did you call yourself out there again?”

He told her in his most sexually arousing tone possible. “The Titty-Master.”

“Right, right. Whatever that name means, against a former European champion. That’s a main event right there, sweetheart.”

“Fuck yeah it is,” he nodded, believing that wholeheartedly.

“And guess what? I’ll be there, watching you take it to her every step of the way,” she whispered so encouragingly with her dress just inches away from his chest. “Heck, I might have to pleasure myself….” Her voice turned husky, “…just hearing all the loud, pathetic screams you’ll squeeze out of her. And to see that look on her face when you hit her with your, whatever your finishing move is, well, that might just send me over the edge.”

He almost gasped. “For real?”

She nodded. “Kenny, next week is your moment. I was born a champion, but you can make yourself championship material just by beating her. And then, everyone will see you like I see you now. As a winner.”

“I like the sound of that.” His grin widened, but then, a worrying thought took over. “I just, y’know, hope she doesn’t kick me in the face again. It really fucking hurt.”

“She’s not going to kick you in the face if you’re quick, and if you’re smart,” Charlotte pointed out to him. “If you can be both of those things, and then some, you can make yourself into someone people should take seriously. Along with that, I do have connections. Maybe I could use just a teeny-tiny teaspoon of my influence to get you past certain doors of opportunity, maybe doors that have championship titles behind them.”

He was almost speechless. “Shit, that’s….that’s awesome. I mean, if you could do for me, I’d appreciate it!”

“I can do a lot of things for a lot of people who are loyal to me. After all, what’s a Princess if she doesn’t reward those who protect her honor?”

Again, he was almost speechless at all the possibilities that seemed so palpable to him now.

Mere inches away from him now, Charlotte leaned forward, as to bring her lips right up to his.

But she diverted at the last second as to whisper right against his jaw, “I don’t say this to a lot of people. Mother always told me not to put too much of myself out under the public microscope, but what can I say? I’m a pretty, lonely girl, with needs and urges and all that good stuff.”

Again, he was speechless.

“If a woman disrespects me, like Angelina did earlier tonight, and if a guy taught her the error of her ways, in the most painful ways that he knows, well, I would be very appreciative towards that guy. Maybe after the long and grueling match, I let him inside my room. My private room. Then, maybe I take off my expensive clothes, kick off my shoes, and…” She whispered even softly, “…then I let him do whatever the fuck he wants to do to me.”

She sucked in a sultry breath as those last few words sunk into his skin.

And then, they became separated.

Backing away, West winked at him. “Next week. You bring the fire, I’ll bring the G-string.”

Twirling around on her heel, Charlotte sauntered away with her hips swinging especially tantalizingly in her dress.

Watching her go, Kenny suddenly felt the soreness in his cheek lessen some.

“God damn.”

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Author's Note: Thanks again for reading, everyone!

- If you want to see the match that Johnny Laurence had on this show, I'd recommend checking out @[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]'s story, SFL: The Return.

- Daniel seems to have a lot of eyes on him these days, no? Again, I can never say this enough but thanks to @[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] for helping me in writing his characters.

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I always really like the behind the scenes stuff, mate, and focusing on first Tiffany Laurence and then Charlotte West, well, let's just say that both of those women are worthy of attention.

The prospect of Tiffany vs Daniel is very interesting. I feel that she has a brawling style that can get very sexual, which will contrast nicely with Dan's more technical moveset. I think she could give him a good challenge, without having to resort to foot fetish distractions. I like the idea of this match, a lot.

As for Princess Charlotte working her beguiling mind games on Kenny G-String, I do like seeing this side of her. Rather than pouting and ranting and demanding respect on the basis of what her mother contributed to the league, Charlotte is moving chess pieces around of her own volition and definitely seems to have a plan in mind. Oh, and in my mind she looked spectacular in that dress. I'd like to see what her plans are for the hapless Kenny and La Dama. I think he will be outclassed by the luchadora, and I am ALWAYS down for watching such a beautiful woman dominating in the ring.

Thanks, as always, for continuing this long running story, mate.
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A lot of interesting developments! I wonder how Charlotte plans to effectively use Kenny when he seems like the last person who could make La Dama suffer... but I’m sure Charlotte would be delighted to knock her down a peg if she can pull some strings to ensure a humiliating Kenny victory.

I’m also hoping Tiffany and Daniel get to face off in the tournament. They have a similar path with huge wins early on in their careers. It would be cool to see who comes out top in that rising star matchup... I don’t think Daniel has fought anyone quite like her, and would love to see if he can counter her strength and toughness.

Tiffany’s conversation with Johnny was really interesting, because it’s not really clear what she thought about his perspective if she wrestled Dan. In a matchup will she rely on her sex which Johnny thinks is her best shot? Or does she want to prove she can beat Dan at his own game and make him submit? Genuinely curious if she will play into her strengths or wants to show she can do a whole lot more than even Johnny could expect.
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Default Tales of the Sex Fighting League: Afermath

“Justin, be honest with me here.”

The Phenom instinctively cringed while coming down from the pullup bar in the SFL facility.

From past experience, he knew that regardless of what followed that opener, anything he said would almost never reflect well on him.

But nonetheless, he was going to bite that bullet even if he saw it coming a mile away.

Wiping his sweaty brow against his damp T-Shirt, the blonde man turned to his short-haired girlfriend as she sat cross-legged and pensive in the chair beside him.

Letting his feet touch the ground first, he tuned out the strains and grunts of nearby sexfighters at their respective work machines and only focused on Emma. “Yeah, babe?”

“Why are you still with me?” she asked him, which was definitely a loaded question in itself.

Admittedly, he had expected a softball inquiry like if the visible blotch on her cheek from where that Gavin douchebag had thrown her into the ringpost was distracting him from appreciating her normal beauty.

But this, this was certainly a heavy one.

“Uh, I’m with you because I love you, babe,” he grinned, wanting to start off on a strong, if cliched note first.

“I know that. It’s just….” Her shoulders sagged, conveying her uncharacteristically downtrodden mood. “I’ve just got so much damn baggage on me. When I got here in this place, it was so awesome. I was having so much fun, sucking so much cock, and then….Megan.”

“Yeah.” He was starting to suspect what this was really about.

“I’m dating you, I’m getting pro tips from Hunter and Amy and even the World Champ herself. It’s perfect, right? And then, she comes in, and she just ruins everything. Like how she ruined my life when I was a nobody in the other leagues. And I just….” Her venting didn’t seem to calm her nerves any. “I just don’t know, Justin. I mean, our relationship is supposed to be a break away from all the drama. But now, all we ever talk about is Megan this. Megan that. Always about her, and not us.”

He listened to her, made sure he didn’t miss a word, and then just came out with it. “Alright, I’m in.”

She looked up at him, somewhat confused. “You’re in, what?”

“You and me. We’re going to take down Megan. That’s the plan,” he stated with the utmost confidence.

Emma’s face was of pure incredulity. “Babe, you just got in the tournament, alright? That’s big game shit we’re talking about. You need to be all in on that, not trying to get involved between-“

“Yeah, that’s what you said backstage before you went to fight Gavin,” he reminded her. “Then Megan came out. But I did what you said, stayed put for the whole match. And then what happened happened. Bottom line, we’re not going through that again.”

“Uh-huh. So what’s your master plan then for turning things around on the wicked witch?” Emma wanted to know.

He shrugged. “I’m sure it’ll come to me in the shower later tonight. Preferably with you in there with me. Doing things that help to uh, get the blood pumping.”

She chuckled, now reminding him, “I’ve ‘done things’ to that dick for four days straight, boyfriend. Mainly just to get that loudmouth’s stench off my lips, but still: what’s gonna change now?”

He told her honestly, “Look, I don’t know much about shit, alright. Having the kind of hardware I possess doesn’t really work on any kind of resume for a real job, so this is basically it for me. And even though I enjoy the sex- and believe me I freakin’ do, I need to have my Kitten happy again. So if she’s got some shit she needs to settle, I’m going to be a good boyfriend and help her settle it.”

Emma blushed some, eventually remarking, “You’re just saying all that to get anal back on the table, you big goof.”

“…..yeah, you’re right.” That was also a valid incentive for him.

____________________________


“Ah shit, shit….”

“Making it easy for me, aren’t you Daniel?”

“I’m always easy. You’re just...wow….you’re so fucking good.”

“I know. But I need you to be better at this. Even when I do….this...with just my thumb….”

Daniel’s face was already contorted into a compromised grimace.

Not of physical pain, but of something even more destructive.

A sexual suffering for release.

Practically sweating through his shirt, he was panting and otherwise giving himself away (yet again) like an absolute rube.

His shorts were down, and his cock was standing up, proudly betraying him once more to the beguiling motions of the Wildcat.

She had him in only one hand, which was already more than his lower member could possibly hope to withstand.

Whether by design or not (but let’s face it, nothing is ever unintentional with her), she was wearing a cut workout bra that just barely concealed her breasts, as well a pair of black panties (which was pretty much her ring gear in its entirety anyways).

All within the safety of her locker room, the brunette had teased him to unbelievable brinks, edging him along with her signature strokes along his hard flesh.

But they weren’t even as intricate and disorienting as her more concentrated efforts.

Evidently, he wasn’t quite worthy of that level of erotic torture, not just yet.

For now, she was supposed to be taking it easy on him, which essentially only meant he was getting “Intermediate-level”, not “God-Mode” Nikky.

“God, I miss playing video games,” he thought to himself, all the while feeling fluctuating levels of horniness, all depending on her finger work. “Least I had cheat codes to get past the final boss.”

But there were no cheat codes that would get him out of this.

Just the cold, harsh realization that once again….

“Fuuck!” Somehow, he felt like that same, in over his head rookie all over again in his presence.

It was like he just mentally regressed with every expert flourish of her fingers, the soothing countenance of her words that accompanied every stroke.

Hell, it was almost like she had the owner’s manual on how to make his dick cum, and had already trained her fingers on a step-by-step process to get him to completion.

Nikky watched him with her hawk-like eyes, studying his reaction intently like the veteran that she was.

She had watched him try and put up a front, but, pretty soon, that all dissolved like a house of cards into a continuous sequence of facial twitching, lip quivering, and just outright susceptibility to what she was doing.

All of that fancy thought dressing just to say aloud, once more….

“Fuuck!” he groaned again, right as she completed yet another spiraling motion on his throbbing erection.

“He says for the….fourth time,” Nikky teased him, reminding him that she was also keeping count of his verbal outbursts.

The young man tried to contain it all in his face, but that was another failure right in its inception. “I….I can’t-”

“You can’t what, Daniel? You can’t resist my fingers….?” She leered at him cheekily, giving him yet another stroke with her other hand.

That sent a shiver up his spine, and also dissolved whatever words were on the tip of his tongue.

She made that tsk-tsking sound with her lips, formulating her own response to that question, “If the fans could see you now, what would they think? Their hero, the guy they spent so much money supporting, can’t even fight off one measly handjob? I’m not even using my mouth here, bud. Blink if you have to, but seriously, you’re just going to give me your body like that?”

More questions. No response.

Sighing, she looked down at what she was doing, tracing her thumb up against the bulging veins lining up the underside of his shaft.

“Fine, make me the bad guy again….” She suddenly stopped what she was doing, bringing to a screeching halt his own euphoric journey.

Once all the fuzzy feelings dissipated, he felt the overwhelming ache of denial, making him even more vulnerable now.

She surely saw all the disappointment and pleading in his eyes, probably familiar signs for her.

“Why should I let you cum right now?” she asked rather pointedly.

He didn't know how to respond to that. “Um, why not?”

“I don’t have to do anything. Giving my opponent pleasure is a given.” Just after telling him that, her whole demeanor shifted to something much more cerebral. “Denying them the fullness of orgasm, well, that’s my pleasure.”

Seeing his frozen expression, she elaborated with cool satisfaction, “If we were on the mat right now, I could crawl on your face and make you smell my wet pussy while you go night-night. Or, I could grab the arm I’d been working over for 2 falls and make you scream like a little girl until you decide tapping out is better than dislocation. Better yet, I could just make you jerk yourself until you cum all by yourself. That would save me some time and energy.”

He had to bring himself out of his compromised mental state for a moment and take into account what she just imparted upon him.

“Never put yourself at your opponent’s mercy and expect to still get what you want in the end,” she further lectured him. “You’re not holding the cards at that point; they are. And once you become someone’s meat puppet, well, you dance to the tune of whatever song they’re playing.”

Right.

“Now beg me to keep going,” she told him in a sultry yet commanding tone.

There was no resistance in his eyes, not that there was much to begin with. “Please, Nikky, please keep going.”

“Good boy.” She slowly resumed stroking him, gradually easing him back into his pleasurable defeat.

And once that train started moving again, he resumed the process of practically coming apart stroke by stroke before her.

She observed his straining features shrewdly. "Have we learned a lesson yet?”

“Yeah...yeah, got it.” Fighting the urge to close his eyes and just enjoy it, he had resigned himself to his fate now.

“I thought I ‘got it’ too. Year or so ago, I was a guest competitor in this promotion based out of Arkansas. My opponent that night was a small guy, smaller than you. About 5’6, 145, looked like Conor McGregor’s redneck cousin or whatever. Folks called him Little Red. Anyhow, it was just an exhibition, one fall to a finish.”

She ramped up her stroking some while casually telling him this story, certainly complicating his ability to retain every exact word of what she was saying.

“I had this guy pegged from the bell, or so I thought. He was pretty shy with his early movements, nothing too big or ambitious. Tagged me a few times, but I paid it back to him. Blah blah blah, I get him in some abdominal stretch, really get a good read in on his dick once I get in his trunks. Let me tell ya, that good ol’ boy wasn’t so ‘little’ when he felt that tingle.”

Daniel was feeling that tingle right about now, as well, so he could relate.

“We danced back and forth. The details get a little fuzzy once he dropped me on the ring apron, but then, came the moment of truth. I was between his legs, both hands on his cock. Kinda like me and you now….” She recreated the exact grip with her ten fingers gracing his manhood in a double-handed vice.

Then, switching one palm over the other in lathering motions, she made his fingers grip the metal in his chair even tighter.

“I was pumping him so good. Got a nice rhythm going, made him say all kinds of four-letter words right in my face. He was cooked, I knew it. All the people around the ring knew it. But they also knew something I didn’t.”

He could almost take a stab at what the implication behind that meant, but remained silent as the Wildcat continued, “They knew that he had not just a big dick, but the big dick. What the promoter failed to disclose to me, was that Little Red used to be one of the best pornstars in the entire continental United States. And he seamlessly transitioned from a career fucking big-titted blondes in someone’s mansion in downtown LA to fucking wannabe pornstars in his hometown. But I digress, this is the teachable moment for you….”

She glided her fingers down to fondle his ballsack, keeping him with suspense at what she now revealed, “So with this shaking, sniveling little voice, he asks- no, he begs me to let him cum in my cunt. He knew he didn’t have a chance to hold out for much longer, so he at least wanted to feel me all wrapped around that big dick when he finally let go. Being a younger, stupider me, I decided to give Little Red what he wanted. So, I got off his legs, aimed his cock up, and just sat right on it. All ten inches of man-meat going inside me, and then….”

Her tone changed.

“...and then…” She almost had to take a breath herself to recall this last piece of the puzzle. “He played his trump card. Soon as my fingers let go of him, he clamped down on my hips and throttled me. I didn’t even think someone’s dick could reach as far as his did back then, but he knew exactly what he was doing. Let’s just say I shouted out a bunch of four-letter words, and then the dam broke. I came, and then, I lost the match. Right there, in Arkansas, of all places.”

“...oh, wow.” He then tried to comfort her while straining under similar pressures. “That really suck-”

“Losing isn’t inherently a bad thing, Daniel. But not learning from your mistakes, is. I lost that match because I gave my opponent the control. Simple as that. If I had just stuck to what I was good at, he would’ve been licking his semen right under my fingernails. But nope. My mistake, my creampie. I own it, just like you’re about to...own...this.”

Making good on that promise, she suddenly gave one combined stroke with all ten fingers from base to tip, bringing him to a climax right at that very moment!

He gave a shuddering gasp as his own erotic discharge leaked out onto his bare thighs, officially ending their training exercise.

Daniel panted first, enjoying the initial rush of ecstasy in his veins.

And then, once he had sifted through all of the feel-good emotion, he cursed himself.

Both eyes went up to her naturally smug gaze. “How long?”

“How long did you keep your wall up before I tore through it like a wrecking ball? Maybe two minutes,” Nikky told him without pause. “That’s one more minute than last time, so we do have some progress there.”

“Progress? I still gave you the control, just like last time,” he brought up, to which she merely shrugged while settling back into her chair.

Bringing up her legs some, Nikky fetched a cloth from the table next to them and tossed it to him for cum cleanup.

“You don’t become great in a contained setting, Daniel. It takes repetition, constant repetition to make everything I teach you permanent. Putting things in perspective, in a match, those two minutes could mean a lot of things. Maybe you could push me off. Maybe, if you’re feeling real ballsy, you could shoot your hand between my thighs and see if you can work some magic of your own. Or maybe….” She gave an innocent shrug, totally not referring to anything else. “...maybe you could just sit there like a dum-dum and do absolutely nothing while your opponent does whatever the hell she wants.”

Wiping off his upper legs, Derrick roughly knew the trajectory of where this conversation was heading.

Through rocky and troubled waters, indeed.

Putting on his mental lifejacket while pulling up his trunks, the dark-haired man decided to dive right in, “So, uh, we talking about the Cherry match now?”

“We can talk about a lot of things, babe. But, hey, you decided to bring it up,” she smiled right back at him, leaning against her forearm on the seat on her chair.

Swinging one bare leg absently back and forth while the other was tucked under her, the Wildcat waited for him to dig his grave even deeper.

Which was just….super.

“I fucked it up, alright? I had her, and then, I...I hesitated. I hesitated, and Cherry almost got me. I saw the rewind when I could, so yeah. You can yell at me, call me a green dumbass or whatever. I let you down, I-”

And that was all he got out before she held up a hand, which was a universal sign for Please shut up, now.

He held in his breath now, obliging her that much.

And then, he just knew, here comes the verbal smackdown.

She spoke calmly, “You won the match, first of all. And I am very proud of you for doing that. Truth be told, I didn't even win my first oil sexfight, so kudos on that.”

Oh.

Well, that’s….something he didn’t think she would open with.

Naturally, Daniel couldn’t resist trying to still self-sabotage himself. “But I almost screwed it all up. You saw the match, right? You saw how-”

“I saw someone who did his damndest to bring his opponent under heel, all match long. That fire in your eyes when you stayed right on that fine ass….” She was making his erection grow without even meaning too now, especially when she brought up Cherry Kiss’ very (very) kissable rear.

“Any stud would want an exclusive with that hotness, even if just for a little while. So you try and you try, and eventually, you succeed. You finally got her right where you wanted her, and then, the fantasy became just a little too real. You got in your own head, probably started thinking to yourself: how does this bitch really like it? All rough and commanding like some take-charge alpha, or maybe she wanted more of a lover’s soft understanding, with none of that raw impact. Plenty of options to choose, but time in that ring flies by just like….” She snapped her fingers. “-that.”

Lounging even more into her seat, Nikky smiled at him as she continued talking as if she had read his mind and knew his exact thought process second-by-second, “Maybe you spend a little too much time thinking, and not enough time doing. Cherry recovers, and boy is she going through plenty of emotions. For one, she’s probably relieved you didn’t actually do the deed. From what I’ve seen, she melts like hot butter anytime she gets a healthy serving of dick in her system. But, on the other hand, maybe she’s disappointed that you couldn’t go all the way. Either way, she tries to steal your moment. You made sure that didn’t happen, which is really all that matters in the end. But we still haven’t gotten to the bottom of why you hesitated.”

It was becoming less of an informal training session on sexfighting tips and more of an outright therapy session with the tag champion playing the role of his super (super) hot therapist.

And he was strangely okay with that.

“Tell me if I’m getting warmer here: the moment of truth finally came, you looked within yourself to bring out that inner killer we’ve talked about, and….you just couldn’t do it. You couldn’t see yourself as that take-charge alpha that I know you can be. I’ve got a feeling I’m not wrong on that assessment.”

He nodded gravely. “Yep. Nailed it in one.”

“It’s a problem, clearly, but it’s something we can fix. So now that we’ve identified exactly what the hangup was, I just have one question for you, Mr. Danger.”

He couldn’t help but brace himself for whatever hard-hitting question she was going to ask next, what way she was going to cut into his soul next.

And then she uncurled both legs and dropped them right in his open lap.

Her bare calves caressed his shorts, which in itself was not inherently a bad thing.

“I’m supposed to attend another brownnosing social this weekend. Business professional, again. Evidently, some of the executives higher-up thinks my look is too Goth or whatever, not exactly what is expected of a champion. So Maryse- that French bitch, tells me I need to….” Nikky mimicked her accent, “dress more like a pretty girl. So I forced myself to go pink for once.”

As if on cue, she wriggled her brightly colored toes at him, the pink varnish catching his eye whether he wanted it to or not.

It was definitely a nice contrast against the pale complexion, and- shit!

Already, he was going against his training, letting certain details remain and fester in his mind longer than they should.

“Why is she asking me anyways?” Daniel thought to himself, only guessing that it was to test his focus (which, again, he failed with flying colors).

“Um, you need a second opinion from me? Why not, I dunno, the other people in your predominantly female group?” he asked.

Nikky shrugged, still keeping her feet right up on him, literal centimeters away from his already discharged cock.

“I trust your opinion, Daniel.” With a bemused smirk and arms folded together, she either meant that sarcastically or genuinely.

“You trust my opinion to give you fashion advice?”

“Babe, you can pretend that you’re not already enjoying this, or you could just be honest with me.”

Not sure what to believe, he deferred back to his natural apprehension of her very protective, very scary boyfriend, “Look Nikky, I’m not sure if Brad would like me just-”

“Brad’s fine with whatever I’m fine with,” she interjected calmly, almost anticipating that response. “That’s why we work so well together. Now, the pink. It’s totally not me, right?”

Well shit.

Seeing that he was boxed in, the young man came up with an appropriate enough response, “It looks good on you. Great, even.”

The Wildcat looked like she was barely holding back a grin, which wasn’t exactly encouraging.

But then his mouth kept on running, probably on account of his growing hard-on. “I mean, anything looks good on you. And uh, you do look like a champion, from my eyes. Without or without all of the makeup on.”

“I appreciate that,” she finally told him, again with some level of ambiguity behind what any of this meant.

He offered a tentative thumbs-up, only to cringe a little as she crossed her ankle so that her bare sole rubbed up against his clothed crotch.

“If I put my feet on Brad’s dick, kinda like how I’m doing now, do you know what he would do?” she asked him next.

He looked down at her feet, and then back at her. “Uh, he would give them a massage because you’ve had a long day?”

“Sure, or he would knock them off of him, take me in his arms, and proceed to lay me down on the couch over there.” She gestured over to the furniture behind her, before continuing, “From there, lots of fun things can happen. Do you know why that is, Daniel?”

He was turned on hearing that, that was for sure.

But he didn’t exactly have much time to think about anything else. “Um, no.”

“I don’t tell many people this, but you’re a good guy so I know you’ll keep this secret.” Taking a long breath, the Wildcat confided in him, “On a good night, if Bradley’s been a good boy and not a total disappointment, I’ll let him dictate how exactly we enjoy our night together. In other words, I let him fuck me in whatever position he wants. Back in the day, Hunter also used to have such privileges, but that boy just couldn’t hold on to the good thing he had.”

Daniel felt a certain tightening in his shorts, for a few reasons of course.

“Tying back to your match, there would be no dilemma with Cherry if Brad was in your shoes. He would’ve fucked her nice and hard, and then, he would’ve fucked me even harder in the showers. The reason why is because Bradley, despite his few shortcomings, knows who and what he is. He’s a blunt object, a wrecking ball…” Pressing her heel into his groin, Nikky practically purred out, “...a jackhammer, all when the situation calls for it. He doesn’t think about not being able to accomplish something; he just goes for it knowing it’ll work out in his favor anyways.”

“.....right.”

“You are a weapon, Daniel. My trainer used to tell me that, and it wasn’t until I’m now in this position that I actually see what she meant. Everything that you control, you can use to dominate anyone in this roster. Including Kenzie. Including Shock and Awe. Maybe, even our most favorite Intercontinental Champ. You just have to realize what kind of weapon you are, and then it’ll all come together. Your confidence, your ability to take control, all that good shit. It’s that potential we’ve been talking about.”

“Well that potential sure is taking its sweet time developing. I got lucky in that oil pit, but at least I had advance notice about who I was facing. Now, they’re leaving me in the dark, like with Ruby. And we both know how things went with Ruby.”

“Yeah.” She rolled her neck around some, apparently thinking about something. “Jenny and Katie haven’t exactly been forthcoming with me about their opponent of choice for you. Which is entirely their right. I’m just a neutral third party in all this. But if they’re staying quiet about it, it must be someone real nasty. Not just some random merc from another league.”

“Well, they did mention someone new before I got my lights snuffed out. If anyone coming in wants to make a big splash off my name, well, they’ve got to work for that shit. Like how Mel and I did,” he vowed at the very least.

“Hmmmm.” Nodding in approval, she leaned forward with her chin captured in her palm, another effortlessly seductive pose for the veteran.

“So I told you a little secret about how Bradley likes to get all rough and rowdy with me, time to time. Let me be a curious little cat for a second.” She was smiling a certain way at him now. “If you had the chance, how would you fuck me, Daniel? Like him, or maybe you’ve got your own style?”

He nearly swallowed his tongue right there.

Indeed, that was definitely a minefield with plenty of potential collateral to go around.

The dark-haired man knew he had to use his words, but even his initial response wasn’t exactly a strong one. “Uh, well, I don’t know if I should answer that honestly. Not that I don’t want to, but uh, y’know-”

“It’s just the two of us here,” she reminded him smilingly, as if that made any difference. “You keep my secret, I’ll keep yours. And it’s just a question, Daniel. Nothing else to it.”

“Yeah, Mel would totally understand that rationale,” he thought to himself pessimistically, more concerned about what could happen if he did answer honestly.

Her tone suggested it probably came from a genuine place of curiosity, so he shouldn’t automatically jump to conclusions.

Plus, it was Nikky, and, to put it eloquently, she was pretty fucking hot….

…. especially with no pants on.

Guess that seals it. Sighing, he threw up his hands as if in defeat, “I guess, if you really want to know-”

Knock knock.

He held his tongue as someone’s knuckles from outside sounded against the metal door.

Nikky cut her eyes that way, somewhat irritated with the timing.

“That aged well,” she grumbled under her breath in reference to her earlier comment, sliding her feet off his crotch and rising up.

He didn’t know exactly how he felt about that intervention, but he did know that it was somewhat worth it to see Nikky’s backside for a moment as she bent over to grab one of her Rob Zombie T-shirts draped over her chair and then throw it over her chest.

Smoothing out her hair after covering her torso, she sauntered across the ring and to the source of the knocking.

Part of him feared that it was either Shock or Awe, or maybe both, coming by to gloat about how well things worked out for them a few days ago.

In which case, that’ll be a shock (hehe) to them seeing him right in enemy base camp.

Or maybe it’ll be Brad, in which case…..yikes.

But once Nikky opened the door, it was none of those people he feared.

It was someone he hadn’t yet met face-to-face but had heard so much about.

“Appreciate you inviting me to the slumber party, babe,” came the seductive coo of the Vixen herself.

His ears pricked up instantly.

The Wildcat stepped to the side to allow the taller brunette to step in, only greeting her with a curt, to-the-point statement, “Megan.”

Entering inside, she was already filling the room with her charismatic presence. “I love how you say my name, babe. So many emotions all in one word.”

Still sitting down, he had to almost restrain himself from not making a stupid comment with the ravishing brunette now entering in full view of his male gaze.

All it took was one hard (pun intended) look.

Your Boyfriend’s Next Hookup being plastered all over her pink shirt in bold black lettering was just the first big indication.

She had a pair of skintight jeans that showed off her leggy features quite nicely, as well as a pair of heels only accentuated her height advantage over the tag champion.

The full definition of her infamous D-cup was erotically visible against the fabric of the tee, giving her yet another distinguishing feature over Nikky’s more modest chest.

It was pretty obvious to say that she was beautiful, her face alone worthy of being captured in some painting for an art museum.

Then again, Nikky was also beautiful in her own way.

But before he could get lost in comparing and contrasting the two brunette women, well, Megan’s eyes shifted around to now register his presence in her vicinity.

She saw him sitting down, causing the Dangerous One to subconsciously around in place.

Not because of anxiety (well, maybe a little), but because he knew her reputation.

Everyone knew her reputation.

But did she know his reputation? If he even had one at this point?

He sighed. Melanie is definitely gonna kill me for this.

“Oh.” The Vixen just started with that. No more, no less.

Her face seemed unreadable for a second; clearly, she was processing in her mind if she even knew who this guy was.

Letting the door close, Nikky turned around and padded barefoot towards her fellow “teammate”, termed loosely.

And then, Megan’s smile curved from ear to ear like a Jack-o-Lantern.

“Wait a second. I know you,” the slim woman took a step towards him, which definitely help settle his anxiety at all. “You’re that guy, that, uh....oh wow, this is so embarrassing, I usually knew these things-”

“He’s the guy who beat Kenzie and Jake on PPV, and sent that blonde bimbo crying to parts unknown,” Nikky refreshed her memory on his behalf, speaking with unmistakable pride in her voice.

That seemed to light the lightbulb in her eyes. “Oh yeah! God, I am such a forgetful slut. How could I forget the guy who stole my thunder on that same card?”

He froze up, thinking for a second of what she was talking ab-

“Oh right.” He mentally put two and two together. “Her NO DQ match with Sexkitten. We went on right after that.”

“But it’s okay, I don’t hold grudges,” she quickly laughed it off, taking a step towards him and extending her hand. “I much prefer holding other things in my hand.”

“....yeah….” He took that comment for what it was, gingerly accepting her handshake.

“Megan, this is Daniel Derrick, or Dan Danger. He’s not much now, but in a month or so, he is going to be the talk of the town. I’m steering him to success, y’know, as a good vet should,” Nikky introduced them both.

“Well, you’re in very good hands, then, Dan Danger. You should listen to everything that my boss tells you,” Megan went on to tell him, her tone a fusion of sultry speak and sarcasm. “She’s right at least half the time, after all.”

“Uh-huh.” Nikky turned around to go fetch her phone while the Vixen’s eyes remained on him.

If there was ever a time where one could feel like a lone gazelle being sized up for dinner by an interested lioness, well, this was it.

“No offense, but you seem a little too…..nice to be hanging out with bad girls like us.” She turned to the tag champ. “Not that I don’t appreciate the company, babe, but you’re definitely putting up some mixed signals having Mr. Goody Two-Shoes running with our type of crowd.”

Swishing down some water from her bottle, Nikky called over her shoulder, “Well, Mr. Goody Two-Shoes wants to be Mr. Intercontinental Champion one day. Best way to become a champ is by learning the ropes from someone who actually is one.”

“Ah.” Still smiling, she walked to the side of him, placing one hand on his shoulder (and thankfully, just there for now).

“So you want to be champ, huh? You’ve got some lofty expectations.” Megan now spoke from behind him, caressing both shoulders with her manicured fingers now.

He tried to play off her close proximity with a disarming shrug. “Yeah, well, go big or go home, right?”

“Yeah…” Her breath tickled his ear next. “I like that word you just said: big. I like big things. They make me happy. So tell me, Danger Dan….” That hot tickling became a more unsettling whisper into his earlobe, “Are you big?”

He looked right at Nikky, who seemed more occupied with her phone at the moment than him.

But, knowing that she was still listening, he took a breath and decided to follow her playbook, “I’m big enough to take you.”

“Oh…” She almost snickered at that, but the way she squeezed his shoulders indicated that she perhaps was impressed by his response.

“That was good,” she confirmed his suspicions, carrying her voice at a low whisper. “You remind me of this ex I had. He was tough like a walnut on the outside, but the guy was a real softie when you got to know him. Was big into painting, too.”

“....I bet.”

“Yeah, he used to paint me naked all the time. It was our favorite pastime, besides of course the sex stuff. It worked out well, ‘cuz see the fucking gave him inspiration to paint me afterwards. Sometimes, he, hehe, ran out of paint, so we had to use other materials to really put life on the canvas.”

The implication was vividly clear in his head without much thinking.

“Are you a fan of the sex stuff, Daniel?” she suddenly asked him, which felt like the equivalent of a cat asking a mousse what kind of sauce it wanted to be dipped in before being eaten.

So, he tried to keep things snarky. “Wouldn’t be getting naked and letting hot girls finger my buthole on live TV if I wasn’t.”

She lamented in response while lightly massaging his shoulders, “Yeah, I really love the sex stuff, too. But I keep running into this problem in that I just can’t seem to hold down a man here who wants to share my passion. It’s like, everyone just wants to keep me single and sad until I grow into an old bitch.”

“Gee, I wonder why,” came Nikky’s sardonic voice from feet away.

“But you wouldn’t want me to grow all old and wrinkly without having someone, now would you? I mean, a good guy like you wants to make all his friends happy, right?”

“Yeah….” Biting his tongue, he tried to fight back in ways she would best resonate, “In the ring, maybe I could make you feel lots of things. Y’know, a little pain. Some mild suffering. And…”

Catching Nikky’s eye, he felt encouraged enough to proceed, “And uh, maybe I could make you feel so happy you wouldn’t even know what to do about it.”

“And how would you do that?” she asked him without even hesitating, a genuine tinge in her voice.

“Well, he wouldn’t tell you, first off. One of the first lessons I taught Mr. Derrick was to not give away your game plan to future, potential opponents, no matter how pretty they think they are.” Only now did the Wildcat come back around to them.

And just in doing so, Megan instinctively moved off of him, seemingly just based on the subtle command in Nikky’s eyes.

“Daniel, I’m afraid we’re going to have to end this training session for now. Meg and I have official shit to discuss. Unfortunately, it’s not for your ears,” she told him.

“Yeah, no prob.” Getting up, he started to get some distance between him and the slightly (to put it lightly) predatory look the Vixen was giving him.

“I’ll text you when you’re no longer in danger of being harassed by my teammate,” she half-whispered at him, knowing full well that the tall brunette was listening.

“C’mon babe, I’m only teasing,” Megan playfully protested, her eyes still on Daniel as he inched towards the exit.

“Whatever.” She turned to the male sexfighter. “We can meet one more time on Saturday if you want. Sunday I’ll be out of town. In the meantime, remember what we talked about.”

“Sure thing, coach.” He saluted his affirmation to that, and then, nodded respectfully to the Vixen, “It was nice meeting you.”

“Gonna be even nicer when we meet again, Danger,” Megan smiled at him knowingly.

Touching the doorknob from inside, he turned it and let himself out with both women now turning to address each other.

Leaving them to it, he stood in the hallway for a moment, just trying to solidify in his head all that had gone on in the past hour.

Nikky had given him a lot to digest, probably more than he had time to really sit with the next show coming up.

Of course, there was no better way to work through all of that information than to hit the weights and then let the shower wash off all of his worries in anticipation of this new mystery opponent.


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Author's Note: We are soon to be heading into this next show.

- So Daniel and Megan have officially met for the first time. Might want to bookmark that for later....

- But Emma/Justin seem to be about to take the fight to her now. Well, the Vixen is scheduled for in-ring action on the next show. That's all I'll say about that.

- About this "mystery opponent", you won't have to wait long to find out. Dan Danger's next round in the gauntlet is the opening match!

- Thanks as always for reading, and keep the conversation going with your feedback, critiques, suggestions, etc.

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Post Re: Tales of the Sex Fighting League

Mate I hope you don`t long time to writing the next chapter, anyway I am waiting for Kenny vs La Dama match, especially after that fucking hot motivation from the princess Charlotte, I expected Kenny somehow would win, and I hopefully not cause I love La Dama (my fav. female wrestler she is fucking hot and had a lot of leg kicks not depended on scissoring holds like the others).
About Danial vs Megan : well I think it`s gonna be a very competitive match, and Danial shall think a lot how to avoid smothering by Megan`s Boobs.
Finally I know it`s personal preferences , but I don`t like Justin/Emma as a couple ,especially Emma, may be because I am not a fan of Emma Watson and I don`t find her sexy . Hey guys don`t offend me for that as I said it`s only personal preferences .
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Default Re: Tales of the Sex Fighting League

Ooh, you’ve got quite a lot to sift through over the last three posts, so this response might be a bit long. I’ll start with the end of the “Kings and Queens” chapter and work forward.

So, Kim really made the most boneheaded play of the entire match near the end, didn’t she? When she was stomping on Hunter in the corner, I’d say the fall was still up in the air…until she decided to shove her pussy in his face. I’m sure she thought she had everything under control, but she still handed Hunter a golden opportunity on a silver platter. Stupid as it might be, I think it works for the character…after all, this is the same girl who thought she won a fall against Hunter during the last tournament when she made him cum outside the ring. A master strategist, she is not. As for the result of the match, well, I can’t say I love the DQ. It’s not very satisfying, but I think that’s what you were going for. The crowd, commentators, and other sexfighters don’t like it, and we aren’t supposed to, either. But, like you said in your Author’s Note, it does have a purpose for Mandy’s character. I still question Cutthroat’s skill between the ropes, but she does (along with Assassin) come off as just desperate enough to be dangerous.

As for the two-part “Aftermath” chapter, I think all the scenes worked pretty well, all while letting you bridge the last show into the next one. First, that barroom scene gave us a good tease for a Tiffany/Daniel match (which I agree sounds like a toss-up, essentially). But if Dan doesn’t solve his issues beneath the waist, then that match tilts heavily in Tiffany’s favor, I’d say. Still would be a fun one that I sure wouldn’t mind seeing at some point.

Looking forward to that Chelsea Cheer/Johnny/mystery girl three-way, too. Your last triple threat match was pretty creative, so you having another go at it sounds pretty good to me.

When it comes to Charlotte’s scene…my God did she turn on the charm! She had some really steamy lines in that one…it’s just too bad she’s such a liar. Kenny G-String is just stupid enough to fall for it, though, so his match against La Dama should be a laugh. Seeing more Charlotte never hurts, so I can’t complain there.

And lastly, I enjoyed seeing a little behind-the-scenes look at Dan and Nikky’s training. It really underscored just why Hunter wants Dan to be so careful around Nikky. These sessions are getting almost too intimate, and what’s more, Dan’s sharing a ton of his vulnerabilities with her. These are the kinds of conversations I’d expect him to be having with Melanie, or maybe Sam, not the kind of person that we (the readers) know Nikky to be. Seeing the Wildcat sink her claws deeper into Daniel may not be in his best interest, but it makes for a hell of an interesting story. And that tension you created bringing Vixen into the scene (teasing us with even more possibilities) was wild, too.

Just to put a bow on this comment, I did want to offer up one suggestion. It isn’t really a match idea, but something I’d like to see more of in a future match, maybe. I want to see more of Bux Bunny’s sexual game. One of my favorite moments from her (and of the whole series, really) was when she overcame Jake at the end of the PPV tag match. It was great to see her ride him out, but I loved the struggle to get there. I loved her getting tested erotically, and seeing whether or not she had the stamina, the willpower, the ingenuity, to meet the challenge. As important a character as she is, I feel like we could afford to know more about what we should expect from her sexually. For example, if we’re reading a Dan match, we know he’s pretty solid with his fingering and his pussy-eating isn’t bad either. But he’s vulnerable to having his foot fetish used against him, and his ability to outfuck anybody is in serious question. In a similar way, maybe expanding Melanie’s sexual traits would help round her out even more…she could show what she does well, and what limitations she might have.
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