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Default Re: Tales of the Sex Fighting League

Tiffany certainly is a tough and determined woman and she can clearly back up her words when it comes to fighting hard. I can't wait to see who comes out on top in the third and deciding fall.

Thanks so much for continuing this, mate.
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Everything is bigger in Texas as they say and Tiffany certainly seems to be living up to that! This story could go either way and I'm sure most of us would be highly satisfied, at least I know I would given the way you write. I am pulling for Tiffany to get this win since it would mean seeing more of her in the tournament and the psyche damage it could do to the tag champions seems intriguing as well. But as the commentators said "over looked but never underestimated" so we can't count the Beast out yet.

Can't wait for the next conclusion, and everyone stay safe out there! Maybe support our session girls a bit of we can since they help inspire so many of these stories and that industry is definitely taking a hit.
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Default Tales of the Sex Fighting League: Slobberknocker

The match was well into its third fall, and both competitors were doing what they did best: pummeling the other with fists, forearms, and virtually every other part of their upper bodies.

As soon as the bell rang, they launched out of their corners ready and willing to brutalize and be brutalized right back in return.

Meeting in the center of the ring, they took to ring foreplay in the most violent way possible, throwing everything they still had left within striking distance to gain an advantage over their opponent.

Brad was holding nothing back, throwing everything from open-handed punches to harsh knee lifts into the naked body of Brandy.

And at the same time, Tiffany was making every single punch count, driving her knuckles into his abdomen and ribcage and then occasionally scoring with a hard elbow (or several) to his chin.

Blows were exchanged like bursts of cannonfire from two opposing battleships, their bodies giving it their all, until finally….

“Ugggh….” One malicious knee from the Beast finally halted Tiffany’s offensive flurry, burying itself firmly in her gut to make her gasp out for breath.

Stopping her in mid-strike, he capitalized on the deflating knee thrust by raining down a punishing storm of clubbing blows to the back of her neck to continue his wearing down of her vertebrae.

Tiffany’s grunts became louder and louder as his hammer-like fists came down on her back, eventually bringing her down to a knee.

It was only then that he seized her around the hair and forcibly led her towards a nearby corner.

He took a few determined bounds before throwing her backfirst against the turnbuckle.

She howled out in increased agony with all of those previous blows to the spine now racking up.

And she was given even more to agonize over with the Beast driving his shoulder into her midsection once more.

Feeling the pressure to weaken her physically now more than ever, Brad repeatedly rammed into her abdomen, practically lifting her off the mat with every thrust.

Then, as her body started to slump forward, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted the blonde woman into the air.

Marching back towards the center of the ring with her body draped over one shoulder, he clears enough distance between them and the turnbuckle before bringing her down on the mat….

…. right over his extended knee!

Kneeling down to deliver the improvised backbreaker, he let the wailing woman roll off his leg and writhe agonizingly on the mat beside him.

His black hair was matted in sweat, his body language conveying the fatigue that already began to seep into his muscles.

But of course, there was a reason why the Beast had championship gold, and 99% of the roster didn’t.

And that was because he could overexert himself physically and still fuck the bitch to completion.

Brandy had given him more trouble than he expected, but he still had things under control.

Flickering his eyes at the Wildcat watching with her title still cradled to her chest, he gave her a reassuring nod.

Then, his gaze turned malevolent towards the groaning cowgirl.


***


“Some sexfighters are natural fuckers, and some are natural fighters. But only the best of the best here in the SFL excel equally at both, and that is epitomized perfectly in Brad. The Beast has been giving Tiffany a beating that seemingly just keeps on giving, and yet she’s still hanging in this thing. Seemingly with no regard for her body.”

“It’s pretty simple, at least from my eyes. What this all comes down to is the hunger and drive of each competitor. Brad shares some championship gold with the Wildcat, but Tiffany has nothing to her name here. That alone makes her more willing to sacrifice her body just for an opportunity to vie for a title to call her own.”

***

“Get up, you redneck slut….”

Tiffany, with her back still arched and her fingers and toes curled up in utter agony, spat at him with a feisty stir, “Eat me, cupcake.”

Brad narrowed his eyes at her. “I ain’t that nice.”

Snarling hatefully at the blonde woman, he grabbed her around the arm and led her back up to a full stand.

His dick was already beginning to harden just brushing up against her body, the erotic growth fueled by a a renewed urge to fuck her right into the lower tier of the SFL totem pole.

She was up on her feet only a second as he draped one arm across her neck and lifted her up for a variation of a side slam.

Holding onto her back with the other, the Beast wore a determined scowl before slamming her down across her extended knee once more in a vicious backbreaker.

Crying out at the top of her lungs, the Southern woman flopped over bellyfirst on the mat with her spine agonizingly tested against his brutish physicality.

Tiffany had given him nothing but stubbornness so far, but Brad could feel her softening up.

And once those defiant walls had suffered enough cracks from the outside, he would bulldoze right through her internal infrastructure like a human wrecking ball.

He locked eyes with Nikky once more, finding the confirmation to go even harder in her nodding expression.

Prone on the mat still, Tiffany’s pained, shuddering breathing was eventually interrupted by his masculine hand closing into a fist against the back of her head.

Her face and eventually the rest of her body was peeled off the canvas and guided directly into his next move.

Reaching between her legs, Brad scooped her up in an upside-down position, cupping the back of her head with the same hand while easily shouldering the rest of her weight.

Instead of going for a release right away, the Beast went for a brief sprint across the ring, coming in contact with the turnbuckle once more.

With her vision completely flipped, Tiffany let out a pained howl as her lower back was driven into the corner padding.

The ringpost briefly shook at the violent collision, but her journey was only half-complete.

Moving back towards the center, he threw Brandy down with considerable gusto, watching her naked body crash into the bare canvas and writhe around like the wounded animal he was currently preying on.

Stalking away from the sounds of her anguished voice, he wiped his sweaty brow with the booing of the crowd filling the air.

For Brad, it was just noise, something that he barely even registered as opposed to other sexfighters who feed off of it.

His only real source for motivation was the approval of his girlfriend, and Nikky was a very hard woman to please.

Speaking of hard….

Discreetly sliding one hand down to his crotch with his back to the cowgirl, Brad cockily began stroking himself to his full extension, thoughts of sexual brutality keeping the erection alive and well.

“You’re a tough bitch to keep down, Brandy….”

His cock hung down menacingly between his legs now, a fleshy blade hardened and ready to impale his opponent.

Turning around, he saw her still barely able to keep her head above the mat.

Her blonde hair was a mess, and her body language was the very epitome of agony.

In other words, she was just ripe for the picking.

“Just my kind of victim.” Sauntering back over to her, he stomped down harshly on her kidneys to drag out yet another reluctant groan from the proud Texan woman.

Going to one side of her, he scoffed at her resilience before delivering an even crueler elbow drop to the small of her back.

Tiffany’s agonizing cries once more filled his ears with a miserable yet satisfying melody….


***


“Brad has spent the better part of this entire match trying to break Brandy. Whether physically or sexually, he has been relentless in this approach. But folks, I have to be honest here: how much can this cowgirl from the Lone Star State endure? How much is too much?” one commentator mused aloud.

“She wants in on this tournament. That’s why she’s taking the pain he’s dishing out,” his colleague replied, with them both watching the Beast drag Tiffany up to her feet.

“And that’s admirable. But again, I gotta stress the obvious here: everyone, male and female, has a breaking point. Tiffany apparently has a higher threshold for pain, that much is clear. But her body has to give, and when it does, the Beast is going to pounce and take what he believes is owed to him. He is going to do what he has done to countless competitors before, and that is mark his prey.”


***


Brad had his back to the turnbuckle now, Tiffany steadied against his chest.

With one arm wrapped around her back, he held her up just long enough to begin executing his ultimate endgame.

Raising himself up the ropes, he lowered himself to bring the Texan woman closer to him, and subsequently closer to even further bodily decimation.

Seated on the top turnbuckle pad, he utilized his longer limbs to their full advantage, keeping his grip over Brandy.

Fitting her head against his naked crotch, he wrapped his built forearms around her midsection.

The position he was putting her in was morbidly clear: a powerbomb.

Perhaps more appropriately, the setup for an elevated variation of his finishing Beast Bomb.

With a malicious crack of his neck, he went for the lift.

Her feet did leave the mat this time, her body hoisted up through the air, higher and high-

“Ugh!” The Beast grunted out as her elbow smashed into his ribcage, prompting a momentary pause in his physical exertion.

Shrugging it off, he resumed his lifting and-

“Ugh!” Grunting out once more, he absorbed another shot to the gut. And then another one.

The fourth elbow shot finally shook his grip on her, causing the busty blonde to catch herself on the bottom rope.

One final strike to his abdomen loosened his hold just enough for her to pull away.

Her hair was tossed back to reveal the Texan fire still lighting up her blue eyes, not diminished by the physical mauling she had taken thus far.

“Aw hell….” Looking up at him now, her lips curled into a determined growl. “Now you made me mad.”

Brad leaned forward to clobber her, only to get clobbered himself by a fierce forearm to the jaw.

Keeping her balance with one arm on the ropes, she utilized the other to smash and bash into his head with a ruthlessness that actually matched his own feral strikes.

Tiffany hit him again and again and again with the same exact hand…

…. until Brad responded in a way that not even Nikky expected.

He slumped forward with a groggy “Mmmhhh….” escaping his bruised lips, right into her arms.

Tiffany then did something that made the entire arena stand up.

Slipping underneath him as he fell forward, she took up his entire weight upon her shoulders, stabilizing her footing on the ropes in the process.

The announcer’s even halted their usual hyperbolic bantering to stare at the blonde woman from Texas defying convention, bucking tradition, and actually lifting the Herculean specimen of a man on her shoulders in a fireman’s carry!

His eyes were still visiting Dream Street, and his polished and honed body, for once, was not resisting the efforts of Tiffany Laurence.

“What the...Brad, Brad!” Nikky was frantic now, a sudden break out of her normal composed self.

She called for her boyfriend, but he didn’t respond with anything intelligible.

Brandy’s strikes made sure of that.

And the rest of her, was about to put the exclamation point on her dramatic, literal last-second comeback.

Taking a breath, she raised one foot up to the middle ropes to kick off her descent into the air.

Both competitors fell backwards, with Brad’s body positioned just right to take the brunt of it.

Thud! A near seismic collision filled the ring mics as Tiffany drove the Beast into the canvas in an elevated Samoan drop!

His body nearly bounced off the mat surface with the thunderous landing, one that audibly drove the wind out of his lungs.

So strong was the impact, so utterly emphatic, that Brad partially rose to a sitting position, almost out of pure instinct, before agonizingly crumpling back down.

And that’s where he remained, his body involuntarily also serving to cushion the fall of Brandy.

Stretched out on top of his heaving chest, she was staring up at the lights with the fans furiously applauding the aerial slam.

Very rarely was the Beast ever taken off his feet in such a maneuver, and even less so off the ropes.

That alone gave the fans a reason to cheer…..and Nikky to actually begin panicking.


***


“Holy-what the hell?! What the hell was that?” one commentator exclaimed out, clutching at his headset as the JumboTron replayed the chaotic crash landing engineered by the Texan.

“That, my friend, is Tiffany Laurence creating a golden opportunity for herself. Brad wanted to powerbomb her to hell; Brandy proposed a different option. One that put her at an advantage over the Beast maybe unlike anything we’ve seen before.”


***


She was on top of him for nearly a minute.

A minute that seemed like an hour.

And when her senses returned to her, and she realized what had just happened, Tiffany was now the one to sit up in her current position.

Her muscles ached and her face throbbed, but Tiffany willed herself up to look down at the gasping, groaning man sprawled out underneath her.

Her grimacing expression cracked for just the briefest of moments, allowing a small grin to play across her face.

And then, she made good on her opportunity.

“Brad...Brad!” Nikky was hissing louder than before, a nervousness gripping the tag team champion as she saw Tiffany dragging herself in between the Beast’s legs.

She nearly collapsed down on his manhood, taking at least three inches in her initial dive and bobbing her head down what she had captured in her oral vice.

His groans turned sexual with the cowgirl sucking him off with a desperation that was palpable, yet an expertise, that was undeniable.

Lustfully devouring the sensitive flesh of his upper cock, she bobbed her head up and down in an increasing tempo, getting his tip nice and wet.

“Fuck…..fuck no!” he grunted out in faint protest, his voice seemingly provoking her to intensify the impromptu blowjob.

Deliciously savoring his flesh, she maintained eye contact with his conflicted expression, with one hand going between his writhing thighs to grip something else.

His balls.

“Fuck- you hick!” The Beast let out a telling moan as Tiffany fondled his manly spheres at the same time she fellated him, a double dose of pleasure sent straight up his loins and putting the rest of his upper body in a state of sexual paralysis.

His testes felt warm against her palm, giving off an erotic heat that she had sparked within just a few seconds.

Brandy went down further and further on his cock, taking more of him inside of her and stimulating his sensitive extension utilizing her oral strengths now.

His eyes shot open to the size of saucers with Brandy’s head all but devouring his fleshy sword to the very hilt.

And then…...she pulled out.

Brad let out a louder-than-usual sigh as she brought her upper lips up... and then descended upon him with her lower ones.

The Beast’s manhood was devoured whole by her sex, her lower half easing itself down his fully engorged cock!

Settling on top of him, she squeezed her breasts in erotic relish before giving him a firm, re-introductory squeeze of her inner vaginal muscles.

In a awe-inspiring visual, Brandy had the Beast mounted in the cowgirl position, a complete role reversal from the first fall.

And the grin on her face, visible for all to see, was wholly enthusiastic.

“Let’s ride, big boy.” Without hesitation, she kept his cock trapped within her vaginal muscles and began to roll her hips along with her womanhood.

“Ngggh.....fuck you bitch!” he grunted out in sharp indignation, his defenses so sufficiently lowered that she was riding him now with ease.

He attempted to curse her again, only to give a shudder in its place at just how good she was riding him.

Tiffany moaned herself, not entirely resistant to the pleasures of such an enlarged member inside of her.

It was a challenge to keep his shaft fully enraptured in her pleasuring womanly flesh, but one that the cowgirl would excel in accepting anyways.

“Mmm yeah, that's a bull dick right there....just like how Momma likes it….” she cooed out, her hips rising and falling against Brad’s.

He didn’t respond to her words, but he didn’t respond rather viscerally to her womanhood milking his rod, furiously gyrating her hips against his to further daze him as her pussy muscles clamped firmly around his captive cock.

The Beast was indeed strapped in for the duration.

Feeling her hips smack against his, he stared up at her naked body riding him with a sexual fervor, his eyes frozen in time.

Nikky’s lips were curled into a downright murderous scowl as she saw the Texan woman bouncing up and down on his pelvis, her blonde hair flying wildly as she stimulated his throbbing flesh.

It made her feel, for lack of a better term, violent.

“That’s right, darlin’. Let me slide on that big dick of yours….” Moaning with her eyes closed, Tiffany was in a completely different zone, and yet, she never lost sight of the sexual task in front of her. “Make you feel real good ‘fore you cum and give me that big, Beast boy load…”

The very thought of her actually making him cum, however, inspired a surge of resistance within his loins.

“Fuck you, bitch!” he growled defiantly, grabbing around her hips and thrusting upwards into her femininity.

No longer passive to her powerful gyrations, he took on a much more active role fucking her in turn, seeking to disrupt her streak of dominance and reassert himself.

He drove his manhood upwards into her pussy, meeting her thrusts with his own.

And those womanly walls that he was thrusting his manhood up into…..didn’t crumble nearly as easily as he had hoped.

“Nnngggh…..I don’t mind working for this, honey,” she snarled at him.

Then, she began to contract her pussy muscles in time with his thrusts, squeezing his cock with then when he pulled back, making him milk his own cock as she moved her hips in circular motions to grind the head of his cock against her inner walls!

“Shit....shit you fucking hillbilly slut!” he groaned out, having to now account for his sensitive cockhead being stimulated with circular precision within her womanly walls.

“Well...this hillbilly is gonna make you cum, Brad!” she yelled at him, not backing away from her foe’s rally at all.

She only intensified her lower body's efforts, perfectly timing her pulses to squeeze on his cock every time he withdrew his cock for another phallic pounding.

“Yeah...you gonna gush like a Texan oil well by the time I’m finished with ya!” she continued on, dipping into the southwestern drawl fully as her arousal thickened her accent.


***


“Have we ever seen the Beast in such a compromised position before?” one of the announcers asked, shocked beyond shocked to see Brandy somehow doing her best to tame the Beast, and possibly, maybe just succeeding.

“Well, Nikky’s gonna have him in a hell of a compromised position if he doesn't get out of tha-wait, what’s she doing?”


***


No longer able to stand by the sidelines and watch her boyfriend in his current predicament, Nikky got up on the ring apron, drawing a hailstorm of boos from the audience.

It was obvious what she was going to do, prompting the referee to turn away from the sexual clash before her and attempt to shoo away the Wildcat.

“Hey Hannah Montana….” she jeered derisively at Tiffany, her sneering voice crossing over into Brandy’s ears.

And, as expected, Tiffany turned to the direction of her voice.

“Don’t...compare me to that….Tennessee skank,” she snarled back at Nikky.

But that was far from the intent the brunette had in mind.

Taking advantage of the slowing down of her inner muscles, Brad gripped her hips even tighter, driving his cock even deeper inside her feminine warmth.

“Ohhh gawd....hell that's good!” Tiffany shuddered in pleasure as the Beast ramped up his efforts, all thanks to his girlfriend’s timely distraction!

“Better than good, it’s the best!” he yelled back at her.

She arched her back, moaning as loudly as him as he hammered her sex from underneath with all that he had left.

Pushing beyond his limits, he drove his rod into her again and again, sweat beads forming all over his forehead as his sexual battle with her finally began to turn completely in his favor.

Looking up at her, he could see her eyes bulge in sudden, horrifying realization of what was happening, of what he was doing to her.

She was being ravaged now; that was clear and unequivocal to see.

And yet at the same time, Brad’s cock was feeling the full force of her carnal vices, her womanly flesh constricting around it firmly like a glove that perfectly fit his cock.

They were both experiencing tremendous amounts of pleasure, a mutual frenzy of both hormones and desperation threatening to overwhelm them.

Tiffany seemingly gave away her calling card, “Ohh, ohhh no....you ain't gonna make me cum, sugar!”

"Fuck yes I am!" Brad growled up at her, slamming his hips against hers and throttling her busty, Texan-made body with enough seismic force and energy to be measured on the Richter scale.

“That's it, babe. She's almost there!” the Wildcat cawed triumphantly.

"You heard the boss," the Beast grinned at her triumphantly, his expression slightly fatigued yet still determined. "Time to admit….who fucking owns this pussy?”

Tiffany looked down on him, nearly at her wit’s end.

Her lips quivered, but eventually formed the words. “Oh…..it’s….it’s….”

“Say it bitch!” he growled out, unable to take much more of her constricting vice but just willing to see (and hear) her break first.

“Time to admit who the professionals are, you little-oof!” Nikky’s taunting voice was cut short by someone grabbing her ankle and yanking her right off the apron.

She fell right on her face, hitting the hard part of the ring and stumbling backwards in a now groggy stupor…..

…. stumbling right into a leathered booted superkick!

Popping her right in the mouth, the leg calmly retreated back to its owner, who had just vaulted over the crowd barricade.

And the perpetrator was none other than Johnny, her (tag) partner-in-crime!

Dressed in a pair of ripped jeans while wearing a No Fear, Drink Beer! T-Shirt, her Texan stepbrother made his late-match presence known in dramatic fashion. As per usual.

Brad heard the sound- almost like a lone gunshot on the outside, and so did Brandy.

Neither of them dared to hesitate, but Tiffany…..dared to reach between her and squeeze his balls in a massaging palm!

“Fuuuck…” A cry of sexual anguish escaped his lips as she somehow inexplicably gained a second, if not a third wind, bearing down on him with renewed vigor.

Nikky groaned on the outside padding, possibly seeing two cowboys standing over her now while Tequila gave an encouraging tip of his hat to his stepsister in the ring.

Catching his gesture out of the corner of her eye, Tiffany finished her statement, “...always nice to have family watching ya back!”

Her hand squeezed his balls in quick pulses, sending the rush of hot ecstasy up throughout his loins like wildfire.

At the same time, Tiffany's strong womanhood would then start to squeeze and release his cock, while her hips rolled against his, fucking him at a fiery, breakneck pace he could no longer keep up with.

His mouth opened to form the words, but his tongue couldn’t push them out in time.

She was fucking him fast and fucking him furious. All with the Wildcat sprawled out on the outside, barely conscious much less witness to what was happening.

Having crawled back from the edge, Tiffany saw it in his eyes.

She saw it all over his face.

He didn’t know what was worse: her naked chest being a captivating visual for his eyes to feast on, or her pussy enticingly trapping his manhood in her warm, wet womanly embrace.

“I know darlin’, just let it all rip!” she encouraged him. “Fill me up with that hot load….”

Brad’s eyes suddenly bulged, his body inevitably succumbing to the carnal pleasure taking hold of his throbbing flesh and exploding his arousal!

“Fuuuuuck!” The male sexfighter unleashed his load right into her tight, constricting pussy, subsequently draining him of most of his strength at the same time.

The crowd roared with approval as what was thought to be impossible….just came true.

Crying out as the fullness of his seed coated her vaginal walls, Tiffany collapsed forward on top of him as the referee inspected the creamy evidence now leaking from her outer lips.

It was clear as day to see for all.

The Beast had been conquered.


***


“Holy crap, she pulled it off! Ladies and gentlemen, a star is made tonight, and her name is Tiffany by God Laurence!” came the enthusiastic voice of one of the announcers, followed up quickly by his colleague, “I hope Mandy was watching backstage, because she is now looking at one of the potential contenders for her title. She’s looking at the woman, who, if we’re predicting from tonight’s performance alone, might be a forerunner to win the whole damn tournament. But nonetheless, Brandy has earned her shot to keep playing with the big boys now.”


***


Releasing his dick, Tiffany planted a passionate kiss on the quivering lips of Brad, having secured her victory and placement in the lineup for the Intercontinental Title.

“Thanks for being my saddle, darlin’,” she purred at him, in an intimate volume only heard by them.

“Winner of the third fall with a cowgirl submission….and winner of the match….BRANDY!!!”

Rolling off of him, she stared up at the cheering fans with a look of complete wonderment.

She had a dream of being a big-time player in the SFL, and after tonight, well, that dream might just be closer to becoming a reality.

And that alone kept a big, wide grin plastered across her face.

Too exhausted to crawl back over to the downed man next to her, she inserted her fingers inside her vagina and manually brought herself to orgasm, fingering her folds until she was able to enjoy a similar rush of orgasm as Brad was now.

And with that, she was finally able to relax her muscles.

“Hell yeah, stepsis. Way to fucking represent!” Sliding into the ring, Johnny was quick to help his tag partner up to her feet.

Supporting her as she threatened to teeter from left to right, he watched as the referee raised her arm in triumph before fetching a towel to clean up the cum-stained mat.

Leaning on him, the tag team soaked in the cheers of the crowd before eventually exiting through the ropes.

“You’ve got cold ones in the back, right?” she asked Johnny, as he helped her down the steps.

“Fuck yeah.” Nodding, he started to list them off. “I’ve got Shiner Bock ready-”

“I meant ice-packs, dummy,” she smirked at him wearily, gesturing to her back.

Johnny shrugged. “Sure, we’ll get ya checked out. But hey, alcohol helps with that too.”

“Alcohol helps with everything, bro,” she smiled back at him, the cheers of the crowd following them all the way into the back.

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Author's Note: It wasn't pretty, but Tiffany got the job done.

- To update things on my end, it's: Dan Danger, Bux Bunny, Jesse Belle, Keiji Miura, and now Tiffany Laurence who qualify for the tournament as of now. Many more will be recognized here, and the other stories by @[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register], and @[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]. Special thanks to @[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] as well.

- Next up.....Dan Danger in action against a mystery opponent? Any final bets?

- Stay safe, and thanks for reading!

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Author's Note: It wasn't pretty, but Tiffany got the job done.
Brandy looked damned pretty to me, mate, as she rode the supine body of the Beast to a cowgirl submission. That was a fitting way to defeat Brad, given Tiffany is something of a cowgirl herself. Nicky is NOT going to be happy.

I have no final bets or predictions for Dan's opponent, but I am very much looking forward to seeing who it is. The anticipation is killing me.

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The chapter title tells no lies. Definitely a match that comes as advertised, and a really solid one at that! Everything about this was pretty rough, from the fighting to the fucking, and that only seems appropriate given both Brad and Tiffany's styles. The ending to the second fall, with the "full-service titjob," was a good highlight, and I enjoyed how you handled the ending of the match as well. I did expect there to be some interference, though not from Johnny. It was simple enough, but I thought it worked, and I don't think anybody looks worse for it.

While it didn't knock anybody down, it absolutely raised Tiffany's stock. She's damn tough, and it'll be interesting to see who draws her in the tournament. Almost regardless of who it is, they'll have their work cut out for them.

Oh, and that little revelation of Nikky using Daniel as a "practice dick" was pretty damn funny. I'm sure Dan enjoys his role, though. Train with Nikky and then go home to Melanie...quite a life he leads.

Speaking of Dan Danger, though, I hope he's well prepared for his upcoming match. If it's who I believe it is, Dan might be in for his toughest match yet, given her record, experience, and sexfighting talents that just so happen to line up with a few of his weaknesses.
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Default Tales of the Sex Fighting League: Level One

One after another, expensive high heels angrily stomped against the tiled floor of the wide hallway.

Clutching her handbag so tightly that her knuckles almost turned paler than her normal complexion, Charlotte West was certainly in a mood.

A sexfighting couple jovially conversing with each other quickly shifted to the side as the well-dressed blonde woman stormed past them.

Her attractive face was twisted in a disdainful scowl, one that served as a visual repellent for anyone walking in her general vicinity.

Anyone except…..

“Excuse me, Charlotte!”

Her teeth gritted together.

She did not want to be bothered, but the voice persisted, “Charlotte, do you mind if we have just a moment of your time?”

Cursing under her breath, she came to a reluctant stop, just as Missy Robinson and her cameraman caught up to her.

The pampered sexfighter smoothed out her dress some and turned to see the brunette practically jamming her microphone right at her face.

“What? What do you want?” she snapped at them both.

Her voice was an impatient snarl that only hinted at the emotions still raw within her.

“Um….you had an interview scheduled with us about fifteen minutes ago? You’ve must’ve been busy with something, which is totally fine. But we were wondering if you could answer a few-”

“I was busy not giving a shit,” she sneered at the interviewer derisively, already bored of this conversation.

“....um, okay.” Missy turned to the cameraman, who replied only with a shrug but kept on rolling.

She held up one hand, continuing on, “Two things. For one, I was clearly walking back to my locker room. If I wanted to waste my time answering your lame questions, I would be on your set right now. But I’m not, so what does that tell you?”

Missy held her tongue, not replying to Charlotte’s question.

“Second of all, why are you even sharing the same air as me? I don’t want to catch your serious case of stupidity,” she further insulted the woman.

“Well, we apologize for any inconvenience, but we just wanted to survey some of the roster on a few key events upcoming and we wanted to maybe get the opinion of a high-profile member as this night progresses,” the interviewer explained herself.

High-profile?” Charlotte nearly scoffed right at her face. “Try the MVP of this entire fucking promotion. My mother built this place from the ground up, and I’m just ‘high-profile’? Are you serious with me right now?”

The interview quickly replied, “I apologize for not, um, giving you the proper courtesy, Charlotte.”

“You should apologize for being such an inept and useless journalist that you make Nancy Grace seem competent,” she mocked the brunette even more.

Too irritated to wait for a response, Charlotte kept going, “You know what, ask your stupid question, so I can remove myself from the presence of you morons.”

“Well, it’s really a simple question. The qualification process for the Intercontinental Title Tournament is well under way now. Just tonight, we have seen the Swann, Keiji Miura, and Tiffany Laurence of Southern Comfort earn their way into potential title contention. How well do you see those three faring once all the brackets have been filled and the first preliminaries kick off?”

“None of those people you just listed off mean anything to me. This tournament means nothing to me. As far as I’m concerned-”

“There you are!” A third voice interrupted them now.

Already annoyed, Charlotte turned around to see a relatively well-built woman with a brunette ponytail stalking towards her.

There was somewhat of an authoritative bass in her voice, accentuated by the way she walked towards the blonde woman.

“God, I am just attracting all of the losers tonight, aren’t I?” Charlotte sneered as the dark-haired woman made her way over to her. “Are you supposed to be an intern for the wannabe journalist?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be brief,” she only offered in response.

“Well hurry up, because I’ve got better things to-ugghhh!” The blonde woman was smacked right to the ground by a swift slap that impacted her right cheekbone.

Missy instinctively backed away as Charlotte West fell right on her backside, one hand up to her cheek with both eyes staring up in complete shock at the woman who had just slapped the words right out of her.

“Name’s Monica. You embarrassed my husband two weeks ago. Next week, I embarrass you. I understand you’ve got some clout around here to make matches happen, so I suggest you nod your head yes before I really lose my temper,” she spoke down at the petrified Princess.

Charlotte felt her facial muscles tenderly, the throbbing sensation bringing her back to reality only seconds later.

Her eyes narrowed as she remembered Tony’s words before the match. “So you’re his bitch wife, huh?”

“I’m his ‘bitch wife’ who also happens to be a former police officer. NYPD, to be exact. In other words, you won’t be pulling the same MMA bullshit on me that you did on him,” Monica growled down on her.

The jeering words dissolved right in Charlotte West’s mouth after she mentioned her previous background.

Monica cracked her knuckles, finishing her statement with a barely contained fury that trembled her voice, “Next week. No excuses. You and me, cunt.”

She then turned around and left, leaving the blonde woman alone and even more embarrassed in the hallway.

But Charlotte did not stay embarrassed for long.


***


The crowd exploded as Dan Danger’s music hit, the now signature riffs of Danger Zone rippling throughout the arena.

Many of the spectators stood on their feet as the young man walked out for the first of five matches to be determined by quite possibly one of the greatest SFL tag teams of all time, but almost unquestionably, the most vindictive.

He saw fans wearing his merchandise, holding up signs in his favor, and just making their voices heard.

That alone made the anxiety-riddled journey through the backstage area worth it, just to put to bed those negative emotions and enjoy the moment as it was now.

Wearing a smile of gratitude from one corner to the other, he moved at a relatively brisk pace, beaming at all that he saw but keeping his focus as to not become too inundated by everything around him.

“....from North Beach, California, and weighing in at 170 pounds….” He exchanged a fist bump or two as the ring announcer enthusiastically exclaimed his ring name, something that never failed to keep his spirits raised.

Going up the steel steps, the Dangerous One stepped through the ropes and entered the ring, confidently and willingly subjecting himself to whatever game those two were playing.

And if Hunter’s cautionary tale was any indication, they could play chess disguised as checkers and no one would be the wiser, except them.

He knew what was at stake. He knew what he had to lose. He knew what he had to do.

Still wearing his entrance jacket, he slowly climbed up the nearest turnbuckle to perform his standard pose and hype up the crowd some.

They were giving him more than enough energy, but the sounds of their voices were encouragement enough to his ears.

Now, he just had to live up to his end of the deal, and justify their support for him.

Stepping back down to the mat, Daniel walked behind the referee standing at attention.

He had the training, and, at least so far, the track record to validate it.

No matter who they would throw at him, he could- no will, see his way through.

He had to.

Eventually, his music faded off from the loudspeakers.

Mentally steeling himself, Daniel leaned against the ropes, stretching out his upper body in preparation.

Clearing his throat, the tuxedo-wearing ring announcer waited patiently for his opponent’s musical cue.

He continued to wait, along with Daniel who maintained his composure up against the ropes.

And eventually, someone’s music did hit.

Shock and Awe's.

The opening guitar riffs instantly put the Dangerous One on guard as the two blondes sauntered out of the curtains.

Both of them wore matching jean shorts and a halter top, with Katie (naturally) armed with a microphone in one hand.

Jenny still gave him a death-glare (evidently, her preferred form of greeting), but Awe wore a devious smirk on her face.

Evidently, getting dumped on her neck from the German suplex last week did little to make her actually take him seriously, but he looked forward to making an example out of whoever they had managed to sweet-talk into facing him.

Maybe that’ll change their opinion of him, then.

“Hellllooo, bitch boy!” the ample-breasted blonde cawed at him in a mocking tone.

A very loud chorus of boos was her immediate response, something that he was very much appreciative of.

Barely entertaining their disruptive noise, Katie continued to speak into the microphone smugly, “Last week, you gave us quite the shocker. No pun intended, of course.”

He rolled his eyes.

“You showed us that deep down, inside those cute big boy trunks, you actually have a set of balls. Nowhere near the size of your, let’s say more...vertically-gifted colleagues, though,” She couldn’t help but throw that jab in along with her faux-complimentary remark, “But you’ve got guts, Danny Dipshit. More guts than you have brains, that’s for sure.”

He came off the ropes as Katie’s voice took on a more scathing edge.

“When you attacked us, unprovoked, if I might add, you showed all these people what you do best. Suplexes and submissions, right?” she continued on.

“Hell, that should be my next T-Shirt slogan,” Daniel mentioned to himself bemusedly, his arms folded against his chest.

“Unfortunately, that’s kinda all you’re really good at here, isn’t it?” Katie cocked a sly grin. “You German suplexed me, then you put me into a very uncomfortable Sharpshooter. But that’s all you could manage within your comfort zone. Us, on the other hand, well….”

She exchanged a knowing glance with Jenny.

Her lips then pursed together in a malevolent grin. “We are the masters of fucking people up. We can fuck up your back, your mind, your limbs, and most importantly, the little wiener between your legs that just barely qualifies you as a man.”

He had half a mind to grab a microphone and at least try to mount a comeback, but Awe seemed to be building towards something.

“You will never be on our level, Daniel, because you can never do the things that we can do. And this gauntlet will prove, beyond any shadow of a doubt, just how out of your league you really are. But don’t just take my word for it….”

His eyes were focused not on Awe’s moving mouth, but on the curtains behind her.

Something in his gut was just telling him…..get ready.

“I am going to introduce a woman who will get the ball rolling on putting you in your place, Daniel. She is going to do what Kenzie was too weak to do, and that’s remind everyone here and watching around the world, that the little punk standing in our ring is nothing but a one-trick pony who just ran out of his one trick. Oh, and she is going to do it her way, which brings us to the special stipulation I’ve picked for this little match you’re about to lose in,” she declared with the utmost confidence.

Taking an excited breath, she gleefully shared with them all, “This match will be a Special Sex Fight. Only way to win this match, Daniel, is by sexually submitting your opponent. And you know all about that, don’t you?”

Daniel kept his poker face, but already inside he was having to deal with this bombshell throwing a wrench in most of his match strategy.

“I’m not gonna lie, Jen and I are going to take personal satisfaction in seeing you struggle and ultimately fail to keep up with a real sexfighter. So much so that we’re going to be watching you embarrass yourself over on the announcer’s table,” she further revealed to him, just another layer to the already tough hand he’d been dealt.

“But enough about us. It’s time for you to meet the woman, bitch boy. I think everyone here should get up and show the proper respect to a legend of our industry, a real Goddess in the SFL. I present to you….”

Daniel’s eyes started to widen in rapidly dawning realization.

A percussion-heavy introduction suddenly filled the arena, an unmistakable guitar to follow lending a heavy-metal feel to what was about to come.

The guitar became more intense as the male vocalist’s voice boomed out, “I know you like it hot. Love to writhe and sweat….”

Stepping out of the corner, confirming Daniel’s worst-case scenario, was none other than Ruby Ryder.

True to Katie’s word, the older SFL veteran exuded a mature confidence comparable to that of a mythical sexual entity.

Raven hair came down to her shoulders, with a face that he had seen probably a hundred times on vintage matches from yesterday now staring him right in the face in real time.

She was wearing her iconic leather jacket, with a crimson bikini peeking out from underneath her unzipped torso.

Her legs were bare leading into a pair of standard wrestling boots, and her body itself probably garnered the biggest reaction from the crowd.

As the JumboTron showed highlights of her in action showcasing her diverse moveset, the cameraman standing in the middle of the ramp got a rather sensual close-up of her ‘ladies’ nearly bursting free of her bra.

Even standing side-by-side with Awe, those seasoned melons quite possibly put her to shame.

Despite that, the two stood aside and clapped for the veteran, whose eyes locked on his.

“Well shit,” he muttered to himself, hearing with one hear the absolute monstrous ovation Ruby was getting so far.

If crowd reaction could be measured on any kind of scientific scale, then the response she was getting now would be off every single chart.

He liked Ruby (hopefully she liked him back considering who she was now standing with), but the fans just loved her.

“Red-hot licks in the palm of my hand…”

Moving to the rocking tempo of the song, she strutted down with a walk that still contained the same womanly power and pure sexuality as her younger days.

“....from Phoenix, Arizona, and weighing in at 138 pounds…..RUBY RYDER!!!” The announcer’s voice was almost drowned out by the fans’ screaming adoration for the black-haired woman.

She took her time coming down to ringside as the song kicked up a notch. “Feel your body quake as we hit the promised land...I’m Heavy Duty!”

Going up the steps, Ruby continued to lock eyes on him.

Climbing between the ropes, she slowly entered, still soaking in the amazing crowd reaction.

Her hands went to remove her jacket, revealing that ample cleavage that looked sizable enough to fit cocks of any shape and size within its bust.

Already, Daniel felt like he was looking into a deep, dark abyss, and that abyss was bouncing up and down at him almost in erotic anticipation.

Shock and Awe had sauntered over to the announcer’s table as Ruby’s song winded down, and the two of them met in the middle of the ring.

Dan had many things to say to the smiling, sexy woman standing before him, but he kept things simple: “I figured teaming up with those two was beneath you.”

“I owe a debt,” she answered him candidly.

He slipped off his jacket, handing it to the referee.

“You owe them enough for this?” he smirked at her.

“They scratched my back, so now I have to scratch theirs. Nothing more to it,” she shrugged in an honest tone.

He took a breath. “Ruby, I-”

“They don’t know we play nice backstage,” she told him, continuing on, “They needed an opponent, and I was the girl for the job, apparently.”

“Well, this is one job you’re not going to be able to finish,” he responded bluntly, taking a step towards her. “Out of respect, I’m telling you now that I’m not going to hold back. We’re friends, so I want you to know that now and not when we’re covered in each other’s cum and sweat.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to. I need this win as much as you do, Danny. And, out of respect, I’m telling you now you’re at a pretty severe disadvantage,” she replied confidently.

“I’ve been disadvantaged before, and it didn’t stop me,” he pointed out.

“But you weren’t facing me, then, Daniel,” she reminded him smilingly.

He pressed his lips together, already having to essentially rewrite his entire approach to sexfighting with the knowledge of the stipulation and who he was about to tangle with.

“Guess we’re doing this, th-ow!” Ruby began to speak, but suddenly frowned as she looked down at her booted feet. “Jeez....I think there's a rock in my boot or something! Ref, a little help?”

Leaning against the official for support, she pulled off her boot revealing a gorgeous barefoot, pedicured and nails painted the same ruby red as her bikini.

A small stone came tumbling out. Mysterious, seeing how they were nowhere near an outdoor venue.

Daniel already felt something growing within him, and it wasn’t a second spurt of confidence.

“Way to break Nikky’s one rule before the match even freakin' begins,” he admonished himself, noting a flower tattoo on her right ankle.

“Oh...look at that. How did that get there? Well might as well take the other boot off and wrestle that way…” she said, feigning ignorance as she pulled off the other one, revealing the same fresh polish that matched her bikini.

When it comes to sexfighting, someone with experience will target their male opponent's two heads: their big head and her little one.

And with her little act, she made him look down and got him to take a reluctant gander down at her (admittedly well taken care of) feet.

That’s why Ruby Ryder is one of the OGs.

“Really?” he smirked up at her sheepishly.

“Your fetish, not mine, Danny,” she teased him. “Remember what I told you backstage? Let’s see how much of it sticks.”

“More than you think,” he vowed to her only in thought, determined not to let his sexual vices get in the way of sticking it to Shock and Awe.

They shook hands as allies, then parting to become adversaries with the two blondes watching the generational clash about to unfold.


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Author's Note: The gauntlet begins....

- Huge thanks to @[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] for allowing me to use his main character, Ruby Ryder. I can only hope to do Ruby justice, knowing that I have his excellent story to go off of.

- The model for Ruby is Ava Addams.

- This is probably Daniel's biggest singles match thus far, so the natural question is: does he actually have a chance against a bonafide legend in Ruby Ryder? If you've read SFL: The Return, you know her journey back to main card prominence. She clearly wants something out of this match, but Daniel also wants to win at the same time. Who will prevail? I'll let you let me know your thoughts on that.....

- Thanks for reading!
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Wow, I knew Ruby would make an appearance, but didn’t know it’d be right off the bat. I predict Ruby will win this one because of her experience, favorable stipulation, the fact she already has him distracted on multiple fronts, and because she had a chance to study Dan before heading into the match.

I think Ruby winning wouldn’t really hurt Dan as long as he wins 3/5, and would give her a strong introduction into your stories. It would be a good win for her, would be a hot scene to see Dan lose his ring virginity to a legend (made even hotter if it gets Shock and Awe excited, and they laugh at him while doing their trademark mean girls scene with him). It could annoy Ruby by seeing those two take things too far, and she could attack them now that she’s paid her debt and form an alliance with Dan. It could also start a rivalry with Chelsea and Ruby because seeing her take Dan’s in ring v-card would send her over the edge.

Not sure if that’s where things will go, but that keeps the story so fun because you really don’t know for sure what to expect.
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Default Re: Tales of the Sex Fighting League

I'm not sure what the rules actually are, I suppose only sex moves can finish. Dan is at a disadvantage here, although I think he is definitely also still capable.

But there are also a lurking Chelsea Cheer and Charlotte who probably both want to beat Dan and take the "ring cherry", so I'm not sure Ruby would be able to actually finish with her namesake as a final fall. I suspect Dan would have lost the third fall before one or perhaps both of them get involved for a DQ loss for Dan but a preservation of his "ring cherry". Or perhaps they attack Dan and he gets a DQ win to keep things going. That's a very Chelsea style move.
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I grinned as I turned away from Dan, having played my gambit of revealing my feet, including my ankle tattoo, to the Dangerous One.


However my grin and enjoyment faded a bit as I glanced at Katie and Jen. God damn it. While I was grateful for Jen's help during the tag match against the Outsiders and Katie's save after it, I most certainly didn't like their continued torment of Dan. I understood the reasoning. Even had some sympathy for them. But I didn't approve.


And now here I was, facing Dan with the deck noticeably stacked in my favor. I mean, a match in which only sexual submissions counted? With how much of my skill set revolved around forcing my opponents to cum, and how his preferred method for winning was taken off the board, it looked like Shock and Awe insisted on putting Dan through the wringer, despite saying the contest would be fair. And of course I didn't know about this until just now, when I listened to them in the back.


Now I had to win. If I let myself get beat in a match like this, what kind of message would that send? I mean I was already 'just the woman who sexes her way to victory' to some of the fans and most of the roster, despite how far I had come in learning how to wrestle and grapple. No I had to win this, just to make sure the roster continued to at least respect me as a sexual threat, even if they didn't respect me as a capable fighter or wrestler.*


But I had made myself clear earlier to them tonight. Those two hyenas had better stay out of the ring. I would beat Dan without either one of them getting involved…..

(Hi everyone! Bats asked me to do a quick interlude from Ruby's pov before the match started! I'm always thankful to see characters from my stories appear in his!)
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So, needless to say, this is a very tough one for Daniel. Before I even start on a match strategy, I just wanted to give you props for the writing during Ruby's introduction. I felt that it had a good bit of tension, where you can almost hear the music pounding as Ruby steps out of the curtain, and the reader can feel Dan's trepidation. It was a pit in your stomach feeling, and I just think you gave the reader a good sense of where Dan's head is as he realizes just what he's up against and the challenge he has to meet.

And as for the challenge itself...I'm not sure it's one that Dan is up to. It would be hard enough to defeat Ruby in an ordinary match, but the "sexual submissions only" rule really puts it over the edge for me. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think Dan has only forced four orgasms in his career so far (against Melanie, Shock, Charlotte, and the Mermaid). With the exception of Shock, all of those were relatively inexperienced fighters, and certainly not the level of sexual grappler that Ruby Ryder is. That level of sexual combat is probably not something he's ready for, and so, barring some extremely odd events, I think Dan goes down here. But even in defeat, I think Dan will probably take some valuable lessons from this match that'll help him in future matches in the gauntlet.

However...I think that there are ways that Dan could put up a good fight against Ruby. While Ruby has been shown in Valen's story to be a pretty competent wrestler, she is getting up there in age for an athlete, whereas Dan was not only an NCAA wrestler, but is a man close to his athletic prime. Dan should be able to exploit his physical and wrestling advantages here to wear Ruby down, even if it's just to soften her up for a sexual submission. In addition, he should be able to combine wrestling holds with sexual submissions (for example, the fingering/single-leg crab he uses in the La Dama match's second fall, or the Danger Zone). Defending against Ruby's offense will be his toughest task, though. If Dan can keep her tits or pussy off him, he might have a chance to survive...but is it likely that he can stop two of her best moves?

There could certainly be more to say here, but I'll just close by saying that I'm looking forward to the match and however it plays out. (Oh, and that Charlotte match, too, don't think I forgot about that!)
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