another co-op job from me and Hamish, continuing the story of our rookies in the big leagues
Sammie Saturn
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vs. ‘Bedlam’ Beth Adler
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‘This is it… your big chance. Don’t blow it.’
Sammie
gave herself a little pep talk as she paced back and forth, waiting
keenly behind the entrance ramp for her cue to enter the arena. This was
going to be the biggest match of the young wrestler’s career, her debut
showing in the EVL. She knew that first impressions mattered, and that
what happened tonight would help set her on the road to stellar success…
or possibly abject failure, but she tried not to think about that too
much.
Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the announcer begin her lead-in:
“Facing her tonight… a fresh-faced talent making her first-ever showing here… we bring you… Sammie Saturn!!”
She
took a deep breath and marched out into the arena. There were more fans
then she had ever faced before, and behind her upbeat pop intro was a
roar of noise and applause. Ever the professional, Sammie quickly
overcame her initial apprehension, flashing a warm smile and heading
confidently towards the ring.
There were a lot of cheers and
whistles, which was no surprise. Sammie was a tanned, athletic
nineteen-year-old, her cute, youthful features framed by long brown
hair. Her fit body was blessed with beautifully sculpted curves, and the
short pleated skirt and matching top of her cheerleader-style wrestling
outfit left little to the imagination. By the time she reached the
apron, nimbly vaulting the ropes and waving to the fans, the rookie was
already starting to feel at home.
Sammie’s opponent was waiting
in the opposite corner, perched atop the turnbuckle, impishly swinging
her heels back and forth as she watched the newcomer enter the ring. The
girl was “Bedlam” Beth Adler, a slim blonde in her mid 20s, who was
known as something of a wild card in the EVL for her anarchic,
unpredictable (and some would say, downright unhinged) fighting style.
Bedlam loved to play the joker, and often pulled nasty tricks on her
opponents. She was dressed in a burlesque fetishwear look, with a short
black skirt, stockings, and vivid pink corset, along with black leather
boots, wrist bands and collar. Her platinum blonde hair fell straight to
her shoulders, and her cute looks were accompanied by a lot of dark
mascara, and a lot of piercing -studs above and below the eye, her lip,
her tongue… Bedlam didn’t look like a girl to be taken lightly, or one
afraid of a little pain.
Bedlam’s blue-eyed gaze was piercing,
too; dark and difficult to read. She stayed focused on Sammie as she
hopped down from the turnbuckle, approaching the other fighter with an
amused smirk. Though Bedlam nearly always looked like she was smiling at
some private joke.
“Hey, it’s Sammie! The wonder-kid! Looking forward to your first match?”
“Uh, I’ll try my best…” the brunette smiled back.
“Ohh,
I’ll bet. Hope you don’t embarrass yourself in front of all these
people…no-one wants that, do they?” Bedlam grinned wryly. “Ahh, just
kidding, seriously, let me welcome you to the league…”
The
blonde held out her hand in friendship. Sammie stepped forwards and
raised her own hand, on her toes in case Beth tried to pull an
unexpected grapple or throw. But the handshake’s true nature took her
completely by surprise, as jolting pain shot through Sammie’s hand and
arm. She’d been electrocuted!
“Nyahh!!” she yelped, jumping up
and staggering backwards. The pain had been short-lived, but intense,
and Sammie was left flustered. Meanwhile Bedlam was cackling viciously.
“Heh,
can’t believe you fell for that one! Gotta love the joy buzzer!” Bedlam
held up her hand to show off the electrocuting ring she’d hidden in her
fingers. “Yeah, ref, I’ll take it off for the fight…” Bedlam pre-empted
the official’s complaint, slipping the ring off her finger and turning
to drop it off in her corner.
Sammie stood, biting her lip,
hoping her face wasn’t going too red from that opening embarrassment.
Her first match hadn’t even started yet and already she’d been made to
look a fool.
Sammie and Bedlam got into position as the bell
sounded, though Bedlam much more casually. Sammie thought she just had
to focus, to overcome the clownish girl’s distractions and use her
better training and style to beat her.
Then another bell went
off. Sammie’s face lost its composure when she looked over at the
source. There was a ringing from Bedlam’s corner, and… buzzing? She saw a
cell phone shaking and flashing outside the ring in Bedlam’s corner,
set on a timer to go off…
…and providing a fine distraction.
Bedlam reached out into her line of sight, jabbing her in the eye with
her finger with a cutesy “Boop!” noise, like she was hitting a button on
an imaginary computer rather than one of her opponent’s tender regions.
Sammie
shrieked and hopped up a bit, holding her eye as it watered and Bedlam
giggled eagerly. “Caught you lookin’ at my fun bags,” she teased
musically, waving her attacking finger at Sammie. “Eyes are up here,
sweety.”
Sammie did look up at her, just for a full-fledged Three
Stooges eye poke from Bedlam. Sammie screamed out and hopped in place,
crying out as Bedlam posed and paraded for the crowd a bit, her laughter
sharp and loud enough to drown out the boos and occasional cheers.
Sammie
was just blinking the pain and tears from her eyes when Bedlam grabbed
her by the hair, leading her along with it like a leash as she waved
proudly to the crowd like the performer she was. “You’re a great
audience! Love ya! Now come on, time to open up those eyes, sleepy
head!!”
Bedlam pulled on Sammie hair as she turned, whipping her
around by it as she started to spin in place, forcing Sammie to stagger
clumsily after her grip, trying to keep her footing. She fared
surprisingly well for a several dizzying laps before she finally lost
her balance and tumbled over her own legs, leaving Bedlam looking in
mock befuddlement at her handful of loose strands of hair. She scratched
her head in exaggerated confusion, looked around, and beamed again when
she “found” Sammie again.
“Ooh! There’s my toy!” Bedlam
genuinely skipped after Sammie as she rolled on the ground to her hands
and knees, dizzy and her eyes in pain even with her eyesight back.
Bedlam pranced after her, giving a dainty kick to her chest to flip her
onto her back. “And looks like I just decided what kind of toy you are!
My whoopee cushion!”
Sammie saw Bedlam wiggling her hips over her
in a dance, blinking into full realization before she kicked her feet
into the mat and slid herself forward, pulling aside before Bedlam’s ass
came crashing down, thankfully on the mat instead of her face.
“Yowww,”
Bedlam moaned out, rubbing her butt. “THAT’S not a fart noise!” The
pain in her tailbone was genuine, but her reaction distracting enough to
get Sammie to pause, but only a moment. She hurled herself at Bedlam,
landing her first real hit as she did a short-range clothesline to the
sitting girl, slamming her onto her back. Beth sat up part way, holding
her skull as it wobbled around like a bobblehead.
“Somebody get
the license to that truck fulla hookers that just hit me?” she said
woozily, Sammie getting up to her feet and sending a stomp into Bedlam’s
exposed back, not wanting to wind up on the receiving end of her
painful, shameful attacks again, or she wasn’t sure she could get back
on top again if she did.
Beth finally stopped commenting as she
hissed and held her back, Sammie taking advantage by grabbing both of
her wrists, pulling them backward as Bedlam let out a quick shriek of
surprised pain, thrashing and squirming in an attempt to wriggle free,
but Sammie put her knee into her back and pulled back as a variation of
the surfboard. Bedlam let out a long, childish squeal, kicking her feet
on the mat in a tantrum-like response to the pain.
“Knock it off,
already!” she shrieked, almost whined as Sammie put the pressure on her
arms and back. Sammie just gave another sharp pull, the crowd starting
to cheer and get behind her. Bedlam was shuffling towards the ropes, but
not quickly. She could use this time to work over her muscles, slow her
down and take over the fight.
But Beth was getting close to the
corner, and Sammie was ready to break it, but Bedlam didn’t touch the
ropes. She actually shuffled closer to the corner, spreading her legs
out and wrapping them under the ropes and around the turnbuckle. With
her groin up near the ringpost, she suddenly leaned forward, pulling her
arms with her so that Sammie’s head slammed into the turnbuckle,
Bedlam’s own head going past it as she’d planned.
Sammie let out a
loud surprised cry, falling back holding her face. The ref checked on
her as Bedlam grabbed a small pouch from her corner, like a condom
wrapper or a ramen flavor packet. Sammie was shaking out the cobwebs as
Bedlam got back up, stretching her back and limbs a bit herself. When
Sammie wound up not getting up as quickly as entertained her, she
slapped her palms together and went after her, grabbing her skirt from
behind and lifting up, getting Sammie to cry out as a sudden and visible
atomic wedgie took place, shoving up into her ass and pussy as the hem
of her underwear reached near her shoulder blades. She hopped and tried
prying it back out, moaning and groaning as she pulled the panties from
her privates. Bedlam appeared to leave her alone during this, giggling
and pointing childishly.
However, when Sammie went to pull out
her skirt and remove the undies from her pussy, Beth reached around to
drop the packet into her skirt and panties. Sammie was puzzled a moment
before Bedlam suddenly kicked her in the groin, making Sammi howl again
and fall over.
This not only sent a shock into Sammie’s tender
pussy, but she felt an intense irritation down there. It drove her mad,
and while she was rubbing at her sore groin, she found herself
scratching at it as well. It wasn’t long of considering her opponent
that she realized what must have gone inside of her. Itching powder!
Bedlam had dumped itching powder into her pussy!!
“Yeesh, can’t
you wait until after the show for that?” Bedlam grinned as she pointed
out Sammie was rubbing and scratching at her privates. “Or is it the
crabs acting up again, sugar slut? Not so pure after all, huh?”
Sammie
let out a loud, frustrated growl, unable to seem to get her crotch
under control as the scratching seemed to irritate it more. Beth was not
only laughing, but holding her stomach as she cackled hard at her,
prancing about the ring merrily as she watched the scene.
“How
you plan on beating me, Samwise? You can’t even beat your own pussy!”
Beth jeered as she poked at Sammie’s ribs with her toe. Sammie swung
desperately to smack her leg away, Beth stumbling back from her. Sammie
clutched her groin tightly, gritting her teeth and diving for Beth. She
managed to tackle her around the waist, Beth losing her footing and
landing on her ass with a yelp. Surprised to see Sammie able to put up
this much of a fight after all her torment, the good girl managed to
trap Beth in her corner, sending a knife edge chop across her breasts.
Beth made another startled cry, jolting from the shock and Sammie
lunging in after her.
Sammie’s left hand stayed stuck against her
crotch, holding it and resisting the urge to scratch at it to try and
bring it to more bearable levels. She had to use the rest of her body to
compensate, pressing her chest into Beth’s to hold her back and
swinging her arm around, grabbing the trickster in a headlock. “Not
going anywhere now, funny girl,” Sammie grunted, twisting the half-baked
hold around her foe and squeezing her slim but effective bicep around
her neck.
Beth squeaked and thrashed violently in her grip,
rapidly growing more desperate and, consequently, vicious in her escape
attempts. When wriggling failed, she began clawing away at her captor’s
arms and chest. Sammie winced painfully from the scratches that were
painted across her precious tits and slender arms, but she held onto her
advantage of technique and strength to keep the vicious joker down.
Beth
was a blur of action. Fortunately for Sammie, this meant not a lot of
force to her blows. Stinging socks to Sammie’s head and claws and slaps
to her chest, but only distractions, she told herself. Nothing that
would win her the fight. It also meant that in the melee, the ref tried
to keep a close eye on things, but it was a flurry of blows and
thrashing girls. Beth suddenly threw herself backward, tugging Sammie
down with her. She kept the hold, but landed almost flat on her back,
with Sammie grabbing a large, black cloth bag nearby and tugging on it.
It was all she needed to loop it over Sammie’s head, blinding her quite
suddenly. Sammie had trapped Beth in a corner, alright, but it had been
her corner. The one with all her tricks stashed away.
Sammie
gasped and reached for her head to get it off, Beth quickly yanking on
the string to keep it on tight for a bit more, Sammie writhing on the
ground grabbing for the chord blindly. The ref tried making sense of
this when Beth interceded to aid the cause of confusion.
“Ref,
she’s in my stash!” Bedlam whined in a babyish voice. “I don’t want her
findin’ my really nasty stuff and using it to cheat or nothin’. ”The ref
gave her a hesitant look, enough for Beth to get up to one knee and
then SLAM her foot down on the bag. It wasn’t a direct hit to Sammie by
any means, so barely stung. But then came a hissing sound, and Sammie’s
eyes watered immensely and her nostrils felt on fire. Something else was
in the bag, she noticed, clacking around like little billiard balls and
leaking a repulsive stench inside the bag
.
Stink bombs! She had
filled the bag with stink bombs and just set them off. The bag was just
to hide it from any fussier officials, and to trap the disgusting fumes
around her so she felt like she was stuck up close and personal with the
nastiest nethers of a skunk.
Beth backed away with her hands up
innocently, leaving Sammie unharmed any further as far as anyone could
tell. But Sammie was retching and thrashing, clawing at the bag madly
for fresh air as the chemicals stung her lungs and orifices. It took
both hands to get the bag off, and the itching powder had hardly started
losing its influence at all, so her groin immediately cried for
attention after she coughed in a few choked breathes of fresh air. It
was a blessing , she felt, but not enough to clean out her lungs. Beth
stalked after her with a mocking model-like strut, exaggerated and showy
as she bobbed her hips out to their full extent with each step. She
knew she’d won as she walked right past the agonized, gagging Sammie,
looking ready to heave right in the ring from the odor that clung to her
face, hair, and clothes now.
“Time for the ol’ secret weapon,”
Beth said with a sinister grin, licking her lips showily for the crowd
as she went to her corner. The ref started to intervene, but she leaned
over the ring apron and picked up from her bag… a plastic tub, and
inside of it a rather ornate cream pie.
No one outside the ring
could notice the care put into it, especially the lettering of “Welcome
to the league, Sammie” written on in decorative icing. The ref made no
action to stop her, again, as this seemed about the most harmless thing
she’d seen in any match in league history. Beth was just an odd
duckling, and best to let her do her own thing. Let her have her pies,
so she wouldn’t think a shiv was a better idea.
Beth proved
rather dexterous, as her clownish nature implied, balancing the pie on a
ringpost in another corner. Sammie was on her stomach now, holding her
teary eyes and STILL burning pussy, and mouth open wide in disgust,
sucking up breaths rapidly and drooling over the mats severely. One who
hadn’t had their eyes glued to this fight (an impossible enough feat for
those in the arena) could have mistaken her for being fucked into a
stupor rather than on the receiving end of a Beth beat down. Beth
waltzed over, genuinely dancing as if with an imaginary partner
(complete with pirouettes and dips of the partner) to her victim. She
took Sammy by the hair, ripping her hand from her face to see the
sobbing Sammie.
“I hope you had a lot of fun today,” Beth grinned
widely, as if entirely genuine. “You sure grabbed your cunt a lot, so
you must have, right? But folks!” she raised her voice to the crowd
boisterously. “Time to show the bitch her place here, and that place is
out cold on the mats. Drum roll, please, for the Antoinette Express!
Choo choo… CHEW!” Bedlam had her claws in deep in Sammie’s scalp, enough
to scratch her head skin as she barrelled towards the corner at top
speed, throwing her entire body into whipping Sammie’s head into the
pie, connecting right as the let out the final pun of “chew.” The
“welcome to the league, Sammie” was the last thing poor Sammie saw
before cream and crust exploded around her head, making way for her to
slam into the turnbuckle at high velocity.
Sammie’s head whipped
back, freshly painted in whipped cream and crashing to the mat on her
back, the mats thundering with the impact as she was out cold. Bedlam
skipped back over to her. “Can’t be the first time you’ve woken up
covered in cream, can it?” Beth cackled, leaning over Sammie as if to
make sure her unconscious form enjoyed the joke. She kicked up a leg and
dropped her butt informally onto her face, Sammie unresponsive beyond a
natural flop of her body. She waved to the ref politely, as if merely
greeting him, but he took the cue to come over and count off to 3, the
bell sounding off.
Beth grinned and stretched out as she stood
back up, leaning over to pat Sammie’s unconscious cheek. “Let’s play
again, some time, sugartits,” she giggled, grabbing her bag of tricks.
She slid out a small airplane pillow, tucked it under her head, and gave
the unconscious Sammy a long, wet kiss, lewdly molesting her mouth with
her tongue with a final loud pop before parting from the ring.
“I just love my toys… especially when they fight back like that.”
Hapless
Sammie had hoped to start her first league match on a positive note,
but whilst her wrestling skills were strong she had looked unprepared
for Bedlam’s nasty tricks. The rookie had been subjected to shocks,
itching powder, stink bombs, and to top it all off a gooey cream pie
right in her pretty face. As the devastated beauty lay sprawled in the
ring, the fans could only wonder if she would bounce back from this
opening humiliation, or if it was a sign of things to come.
