Speed Matches: Fight Night at the BXDKW

So another experiment I did for giggles lately. Whole thing took me about an hour or two to write, because I intentionally wrote it loose, fun, and gimmicky. It's... not a love letter to pro wrestling, really. I honestly hated wrestling growing up, and that might be where part of the kink comes from. But I tried to write up a good, generic, but colorful cast, fill up an even, give a vague storyline or two, and see how it works. Love to hear how people think of the quick and dirty style of the writing, or if they prefer the normal slow, full detailed stories compared to a bunch of bite sized ones.

The BXDKW was an odd sort of league. More sexualized than even some of the all female wrestling leagues, but not fully pornographic enough to be one of the web-exclusive ones. It had a big enough audience now that it was decently popular, and their main roster had some established background going for them to follow.

Tonight was another fairly standard show. A few big names fights, a jobber or two, and a title shot at the end. Not many people were concerned with it anyway. Sheila “The Valkyrie” Parker had the title for the entirety of the last season. Deathmask was a major player lately to earn the title shot, but even then people were wary about the monster heel’s chances. But folks still tuned in, and the show still went on.

Match 1: Eyecandy vs Skinhead

Eyecandy was a thin brunette with short hair. She was a cute and bubbly sort of wrestler, making her a general fan favorite. It certainly helped her reputation that her ring attire consisted of nothing but a thong, boots, a pair of pasties the size of a fist, and a glittery silver eyemask. Questionably-topless or not, she hugged and hi-fived her way down to the ring.

Skinhead was about what one would expect from everything the name implied. She was a fit, slightly short woman with a shaved head, effectively bald and with various tattoos here and there on her pale skin. She wore an open biker jacket over a narrow top (losing the jacket once she was in the ring) and tight black shorts. She had a famous temper around the league, and most unlike Eyecandy, she always seemed to find a reason to flip out on anyone. It was that same level of rage that seemed to power her through her matches to effectively take on far bigger foes with her impressive endurance.

Eyecandy was still playing to the crowd when Skinhead rushed her from behind. Candy was no rookie to the game, and hopped out of her corner suddenly to let the bald bull slam into the turnbuckle instead. She waved her hands to invite Skinhead into a test of strength when she was done bouncing off. The crowd cheered on the playful Brit and her intent to stay sporting, even after the attempted ambush. Skinhead readily accepted, squeezing and overpowering Eyecandy's grip before hurling her into the ropes. The slippery good girl still eluded her, bouncing back just to slide under her waiting clothesline and splashed into Skin when she turned around.

While Candy failed to get the easy pin from that, she kept using her agility to stay a few steps ahead of the brutish rageoholic. For every body blow or trip up that Skinhead managed to counter with, Candy was ready to roll or bounce away from any more powerful moves, just to sting Skin with another quick attack. Skinhead must have caught onto this, so when Eyecandy put her into a corner for a quick pummeling, the bald brawler dropped to her knees and hammered a low blow between Candy's legs.

Skinhead shouted dismissive curses at the booing crowd as she dragged the cross-legged Candy to her feet by the hair, proceeding to put the good girl through the ringer with a variety of throws and slams, even choking her on the ropes before the disapproving crowd. When Skinhead went to finish Candy off with a reverse chokehold, the slimmer girl managed to surprise everyone, Skinhead in particular, by using her opponent as support to perform an acrobatic flip over her head. Skinhead didn't see her coming when she turned right into an axe-handle smash to the face, the crowd going wild. Eyecandy refused to go for the easy pin, instead showing off her agility one more time by pulling off her famous finisher, The Ricochet. She went off like a shot at the nearest turnbuckle, leapt up to kick off the top turnbuckle without even properly landing on it, and landed in a flying elbow drop onto Skinhead's chest.

From there it was a quickly counted pin, Candy raising to her knees to shrug off her exhaustion and hoot cheerfully, blowing kisses to her fans as thanks for the win. Of course, then she slid out of the ring, not wanting to linger long enough for the angry Skinhead to get her wind back.

Match 2: Penny "The Survivor" vs Bonnie Bux (with her secretary Vicky)

Penny was a relatively young wrestler in her 20s, but another popular sensation in the ring. She had long red curls and a pretty smile, and one could hardly tell her handicap at a glance. The cameras went through her usual montage and introduction to get the fans behind her; Penny had been a promising female wrestler in training before she was caught in a freak car accident. The incident had her hospitalized and had her arm amputated just below the elbow. Rather than ending her dream, Penny went through with her training and entered the BXDKW as the only wrestler with a partly prosthetic arm. The officials let it go, and it seems like it's generally presented as much benefit as it has issues for her. The Survivor was a hard-earned and fitting name for the up and coming rookie.

Her opponent, Bonnie Bux, was a curvy businesswoman, claiming to be working an inside job on buying out the BXDKW and turn it into a "REAL league." Exactly how real this gimmick was was up in the air, but she came to the ring in a businesslike (though high) skirt and top. She carried a briefcase that she left outside the ring, and her tired and mousey-looking secretary Vicky hurrying after her with a folder full of paperwork.

Bonnie was more confident than she was clever in this matchup. She went right for Penny's fake arm, imagining it to be weak spot based on her research. Penny seemed to fully expect this herself, and while Bonnie was trying to figure out how to take it off or manipulate a limb that felt no pain, Penny would hit her with an elbow to the head or a knee to the stomach, allowing her to capitalize with a quick and practiced suplex or scoop slam. While it wasn't as dexterous as her real hand, a prosthetic wouldn't get tired or sting, and hit harder with its durable plastic.

The Survivor managed to get a headlock on Bonnie, securing her fake around the rich bitch's neck. The crowd cheered her on and shouted for Bonnie to tap out as she thrashed and squirmed against the tight and tireless grip of what The Survivor was calling "The Dead Lock." Bonnie looked to be in real trouble when her secretary started waving papers and shouting at the ref in protest. Right on cue. While the ref worked to ensure that Vicky stayed out of the ring, Bonnie reached into her cleavage and produced a formal-looking, old fashioned pen. She aimed it over her shoulder and pulled on its lever, squirting the ink into Penny's eyes in a blinding burst of blue.

Penny shrieked and let her go in an instant, Bonnie quick to grab her leg and roll her into a pin. Vicky pointed urgently at the ring, the ref turning and counting out the pin before he could spot the inkblot. Bonnie rose up triumphantly, raising her fists proudly as the crowd booed her dirty trick. Penny still rolled on the mats when Bonnie finally grabbed and pulled off her prosthetic, vengefully pressing Penny's own arm across her throat.

"How does it feel, huh!?" she barked at her furiously, the ref struggling to pull her off. A heavy beat went over the speakers, and running down to the ring came Mona Rogue. She was a curvy black girl, known to be ruthless in the ring despite a general sense of fairness and sportsmanship about her. She was clad in tight jean shorts around her prized ass, and a jersey tied up beneath her breasts, as usual. The dreadlocked thug slid into the ring, and before Bonnie could properly flee, Mona gave her a boot to the head. Bonnie fell to the mats, quick to roll out to safety and hold her head as she scolded her secretary for not stopping her sooner. Rogue helped Penny back up as she wiped the ink from her face, retrieving Penny's arm from her and both getting a general applause for their efforts.

Match 3: Seraphina the Pyro vs Titanic

Seraphina was a bright blonde with the back of her head ending with a braid like a long, tightly-woven fuse. She wore a tight tank top and a wild grin on her face, and seemed permanently marked with smudged soot on her cheeks. She used to be a pyrotechnics operator when the league started, but took to using her steady hands and fearless (or some might say reckless) outlook to take her into the ring. Naturally, her intro had the most fireworks, smoke, and laser light shows possible, and she could hardly look prouder of her work before she even set foot in the ring.

Kelly "Titanic" Ross was a big buff woman with dark blonde hair and a permanent tan around her tight, sky blue one piece. She had been a professional bodybuilder before her ego and sadism brought her to BXDKW. She was easily one of the strongest fighters in the league in terms of raw power, and people tended to praise her skill while cringing at her sheer narcissism. For all the boasts and jokes that came about her, it was proving hard for anyone to sink Titanic, and she was vocally gunning for her title shot.

Seraphina held her own to start with, but she was constantly being shut down by Titanic's strength and endurance. Her dropkicks phased her a few times, but eventually Titanic just snatched Seraphina out of the air and power bombed her back to the mats (the commentators joked about how much the pyro would appreciate being put down by such an aptly named move). Titanic tossed Seraphina around like a ragdoll for most of the match, showing her opponent off like a piece of gym equipment.

By the end, Seraphina was trying to frantically crawl her way out of the ring. Titanic grabbed her by the ankle to drag her back in, but Seraphina rolled over and held up a small device that quickly proved itself to be a crude flashbang. The flash and pop rattled the heads of those in the front row, so the blinded Titanic was sent staggering back holding her eyes. Seraphina threw a few kicks into Titanic's midsection, getting her to double over and grab in a headlock. The pyro gestured proudly at the stunned and bedazzled fans, getting some cheers for her showy comeback before she hopped up... and didn't budge. She tried a few more times to pull Titanic into a suplex or stunner or something like that, only to look comically shocked when Titanic wrapped her arms around her middle. Even while seeing stars, Titanic lifted Seraphina into a bearhug, squeezing the screaming technician until she tapped out. Even in her daze, Titanic took a few moments to flex her massive guns before heading backstage to stop seeing spots.

Match 4: April and June the Beach Bunnies vs Suzuki Sorata + ???

April and June weren't exactly full of surprises. They were bleach-blonde, busty white girls in iconic red swimsuits, practically skipping to the ring with their photogenic smiles. Anyone who'd seen them wrestle could tell you how sour the sweet-looking lifeguards could be. You always found one with the other, looking like sisters in their generically pretty looks, and bashing on anyone who didn't match their style.

It was how they came into their current match. Suzuki Sorata was a small Asian wrestler who always fought in a school girl-like skirt and blouse, leaving her glasses outside the ring. She had more heart that talent, and the Beach Bunnies zeroed in on her quickly as a target for their bullying. They called her out on her as a puny, ugly, talentless geek that would never have a chance against even one of them. Suzuki came back by threatening them with a tag match with her and her sister. If the Bunnies were confident in their skills alone, they thought they were unbeatable as a pair. And if her sister was anything related to Suzuki, they had nothing to be afraid of.

Sakaki Sorata was NOT like her sister. Despite being a generally pleasant woman to be around, Sakaki was her VERY big sister, a very chubby woman with dark, short hair, and also an amateur sumo wrestling champion. She wore her fundoshi and a large sports bra out to the ring, leaving the Beach Bunnies gawking and pointing the entire time she came down with her sister. Sakaki started the match, and the Bunnies kept pointing at Suzuki to try to urge her to go first.

When that didn't work, the lifeguards got their asses handed to them. Sakaki let them bounce off of her trying to ram or shove her. June even hurt one of her hands from punching Sakaki in the stomach. Sakaki lifted and threw them around the ring, April only managing to get a tag when she screamed and rolled out of the way of a lazy butt-bomb that would have squashed her flat. The blondes came back at her, June grabbing their floatation device to swing at her. Sakaki just took their desperate attacks and calmly grabbed them both by their necks and dropped them with a double chokeslam, Suzuki clapping and cheering excitedly in her sister's corner. Sakaki piled the limp blondes onto each other, sitting on them before the ref had to correct her that their shoulders should be on the ground. Sakaki apologized and rearranged them to meet his demands, getting a laugh from the crowd as she sat back down to squash them in a proper pin.

If the Beach Bunnies were looking for payback, it would have to wait a few weeks for their bones to heal.

Match 5: Shewolf vs Sophie Rox

Shewolf was a notorious wildcard in the league. Promos with her tended to involve a lot of talk about spirit animals, instincts, blood, and adrenaline, as the thrill-seeking loose cannon went after the toughest matches and opponents she could find. She wore a loose top with tears in the front and back like a set of claw marks, a dark sports bra visible underneath. She shook out a head of shaggy, long black hair with a pair of red streaks dyed down either side of the front and some tattered jeans. She strode boldly to the ring, slapping a few hands before mounting the turnbuckle with a loud howl.

Sophie Rox was a former boxer, but she retired after being disqualified over a mysterious scandal. The Spanish girl kept her hair tied up tight to her head in a bun, lean but clearly very fit. She wore a hoodie over her shoulders and head as she jabbed readily on her way to the ring, dropping the coat before she entered in her trunks and tank top.

Despite the talk of their contrast (Shewolf's lack of style compared to Rox's expertise), Shewolf kept control of the match. She took a few hard punches from Rox, but it was clear that she was still struggling to adapt to the wrestling style. A few jabs kept Shewolf busy, but by the fourth she'd picked up a pattern and caught her wrist, twisting it viciously into an armbar.

Rox was clearly out of her element when Shewolf even threw her outside the ring, leaving the boxer dizzied. She lifted herself with the ring apron when Shewolf bodily crashed down into her, flipping off of the top rope with her risky and beloved Full Moon-Sault. Shewolf rose back up, howling proudly at her success and ignoring the ref's urges to get back inside the ring. Shewolf tossed Rox into a set of steel steps a few times, stretching her out over the rough metal and biting into her belly savagely before she seemed to grow tired of her chew toy. She banged Rox's head off of the ringpost, letting her collapse and looking out cold before Shewolf tossed her back into the ring and pressed her hands down on her stomach, pinning her with ease and leaving with further posturing and howling before Rox could even come to.

Match 6: Deathmask vs The Valkyrie

Deathmask was a towering brute, not nearly as buff as Titanic but far wider and heavier, with a bit of a pot belly and nearly as tall. She wore a thick, black one piece outfit, leather gloves that went up to the middle of her forearms, matching boots, and most notably, a simple, plain white plastic mask (try Googling "plastic mask" and see what comes up; yea, that) resembling a plain human face clasped around her head, her hair a shaggy reddish-brown mess that hung over the sturdy clips. She almost never spoke, fought very aggressively, and had a habit of appearing behind other wrestlers at inopportune times.

Deathmask was considered something of the monster of the league right now, and no one was really surprised that she was getting a title shot. The real surprise was coming later...

Sheila “The Valkyrie” Parker was the beloved champion. She wore a stylized one piece designed to look like medieval armor, pieces of plastic here and there to give the illusion of being actually protective. She had full, long brown curls, and a fit figure despite her getting on in years, well into her 40s. It gave her a few extra curves, but the fans still adored her. She held up the pink and silver belt proudly before passing it off to the ref and stepping into the ring with the potential psycho, smiling at her fearlessly. She was something of a mother figure to many of the girls in the league, showing many of them the ropes (so to speak), but never one to go too easy on you when her title was on the line.

The match was clearly the big one of the night. Deathmask  pulled out all the stops, and clearly The Valkyrie was fighting hard to keep that title. They exchanged bit forearm slams and punches to start with before it escalated to faster blows and powerful holds. Deathmask had Sheila bent over backwards against the ropes at one point, squeezing her hands tightly in her own, but The Valkyrie kneed her in the side enough to break free, roll past, and dropkick her out of the ring for a moment to catch her breath.

Deathmask slowly lumbered back up and pursued her, dodging a clothesline meant to ambush her. She grabbed the champ by the hair, but Sheila gave a surprising jump into the air and bashed the masked woman's chin into her shoulder, knocking her silly as she pawed at her mask clumsily. Sheila powered her into a corner, pounding at her head and chest as she braced her boots against the bottom rope, but Deathmask grabbed her by the hips and power bombed her back down to the mats.

It got Deathmask a near pinfall, but Sheila bucked out of it to get her shoulder up. The masked heel leaned over her and pressed her hand around her throat, strangling the seasoned champ under her impressive weight. Sheila gagged and kicked her feet as the ref warned Deathmask about the choke, only to be shoved away. The crowd chanted Sheila's name, and after a bit more struggling, she grabbed Deathmask's offending hand by the wrist, pushing back with both of her own hands. And slowly, she pushed the thick arm back.

If Deathmask felt anything, it seemed to be surprise, as she let the older woman force her strong arm away from her. Sheila rolled out from under her and landed behind Deathmask, bending her arm behind her as Deathmask gave a wordless growl of pain. She elbowed and bumped her butt back at Sheila, but the champ held onto the arm until she kicked both of her boots into the back of Deathmask's knees, dropping them both to the mats and pulling up on the arm to choke DM out with her own chunky arm.

"Come on! Give, you fucking monster!" Sheila bellowed at her, voice booming over the crowd. She dug her knees into Deathmask's back, bending her over backward along with the choke. The featureless mask stared back at the champ, but the blue eyes behind them fluttered a bit. The free hand clawed at her legs a moment, Sheila gritting her teeth hopefully as she was sweating buckets, but Deathmask finally tapped out, the bell ringing out the champ's next triumph.

Sheila wiped the thick sweat from her face as she crowd went wild for the big match. She took a microphone from a stage hand, turning to address the crowd as she leaned wearily on the ropes. She told them how it was one of her toughest matches in ages, but that it was on her. She was getting old, and she missed her family and her kids. It was time for her to retire.

"I love it here. I love this league. I'll be around to help anyone who needs a hand. But I'm retiring from wrestling. I'm leaving the championship open for grabs. I talked with Walker about it, and we're leaving it up to a tournament at the end of the month."

Tanya Walker was the commissioner of the league, a wealthy girl in her mid 20s that inherited it from her mother and rebooting it into what it was today. She was easy to get along with, but lazy and famously prone to wild changes and big shocking reveals. It wasn't much of a surprise that she had a hand in all of this, as her boss and as a drama queen.

"Keep watching, all you Valkerie fans. I'll be around, but there's a lot of talented girls in this league! You'll see!" she prophesied, even nodding at the wearily breathing Deathmask that was leaving the arena under her own clumsy footing. "We've got a lot left to see!"

The Gauntlet Pt 2

the ending of the previous Gauntlet part. feels a bit more fun to leave it as a two parter. was just obnoxious when i realized Freecatfights.com didn't let me update the title of the thread, and didn't quite feel worth making a second thread for it. Still came out violent, but not as bad as I expected. Lots of cuts and bleeding, and descriptions of bad but superficial injuries, but that's really the worst it gets.

The women were allowed to enter the ring with the assistance of a stage hand to hold open the razor edged ropes for them. They both wore thick but fingerless gloves, protecting their hands to allow them to manipulate the sharp cables, but far from truly proper protection. Jessica wore another loose muscle shirt, knowing the thin fabric could catch on the barbs but able to tear and release her easily enough. She wore sexy shorts that hugged their hips, the same as Amy, though Amy wore a tight punk sports bra. She wouldn't admit it to anyone, but it was to protect and support her injured breasts. The damage the took in the last fight had left them sagging and jiggling, the tissue and muscle damaged from the brutal punches. Both girls had their share of scrapes, scars and bruises from their fights so far, and this kind of fight would makes sure that they left with even more.

To add even more to their fiery rivalry, Amy’s boyfriend was there. He was also (by no coincidence) Jessica’s ex-boyfriend after the reveal of his affair during the slavery incident. Between the two women involved, he was given a front row seat to all the bloody, sweaty action.

“You’re going to pay for all this, you fucking bitch!” Jessica threatened across the ring, clenching her gloved fingers. They didn’t have the studs from the biker battle, clearly more for protection than offense.

“You aren’t bad enough to beat me, you weakass cunt.” Amy paced in her corner readily, clenching her fists open and closed. They were both sore and still recovering from their recent matches, so they knew that despite all their skill, strength, and experience, the real damage with minimal effort was going to be from using the ring itself to hurt their opponent.

The bell sounded and the women locked up in the middle of the ring, pushing into a test of strength. Jessica started to show that she was the stronger of the two, pushing Amy back step by gradual step. Amy’s arms were forced aside and bent over backwards, the crowd anxiously cheering at the possibility of first blood. But when she planted her feet, Amy was able to stop it just short, the small razor blades pressing at her sports bra.

When it seemed like they were in a stalemate, Jessica surprised her by grabbing her arm and whipping Amy across the ring. This time she moved too fast to stop and her chest collided with the barbed ropes at full force. It buried the spikes into Jessica’s breasts and top viciously, getting a startled scream from her.

Amy winced and started to push at the ropes with her thick gloves while Jessica charged after her, throwing a kick at her back. Amy was able to rip herself free at the last moment, tearing open her top but avoiding the attack. It left Jess' leg to sail harmlessly between the ropes, the redhead catching herself on the ropes with her gloves before it could slice up her thighs. The careful pause proved to be a perfect opening as Amy rushed in behind her and shoved, making Jessica's crotch land right on the spikey middle rope.

Jess gave a quick, shrill cry, her body jolting away from the ropes instinctively as she clutched at her pussy. The shorts were torn a bit, but they had protected her from the worst that could have happened and only left her with some deep scratches along her legs instead. Amy didn't stop there as she grabbed Jessica by the hair, shoving her into the top ropes and dragging her across them. Jess screamed as her top, breasts and face were all scratched and slashed by the wire, trying to pull back while Amy pressed her down into the vicious bits of steel. Amy was about to slam Jess' face into the barbed turnbuckle at the end, but Jess managed to stop her progress by grabbing the ropes and smashing her heel backward, bashing right into Amy's pussy.

"AWWWGH!" Amy gave a loud grunt as she bent over and held her abused pussy, still tender from the abuse she took after the biker brawl. The fact that Jessica still had her black eye from it was a small consolation, but not when she was paralyzed with the pain in her twat.

Jessica spun around to get beside Amy, grabbing her shirt by its various tears and pulling hard. It ripped her top wide open, baring her bruised and misshapen breasts to the crowd. Amy instinctively tried to cover them, but Jess ignored her as she lifted the top rope, shoving Amy's breasts beneath them and twisting the sharpened ropes to trap Amy's breasts in between. The blonde stomped the mats and wailed as the ropes pinched down on her like a bear trap, penetrating the bruised and softened skin of her breasts.

"Aghh! Let go! Fucking bitch, let me out before I fucking kill you!" Amy screeched wildly in her pain, but tears quickly welled up in her eyes as blood started to run down her chest. Jess grabbed her opponent's hair like a set of reins, pulling on it as she stomped on Amy's lower back. The results left her body bouncing against the ropes, the mix of taut elastic in the chords and the sharp blades utter torture for her tits as they dragged back and forth. Jess even stretched one of chords out, a moment of relief before it whipped back into place like a rubber band.

After a few seconds of this, far too long as far as Amy was concerned, she managed to bring her hands up and grasp the cables, pushing them apart enough that she could pull back sharply. It freed her chest as well as rammed her shoulder into Jessica's stomach. It drove the redhead back to the middle of the ring, the women stopping a few paces away from each other. Jessica brushed some of the bloodstained hair from her face, contrasting the dull purple bruises. Her shorts and top were sporting some rough tears across them both, looking ready to burst open against her full figure. One of her nipples were visible through the sliced shirt, showing the scar across its tip where Amy had torn out the piercing during their last fight.

Most of the fresh damage done to Amy was centered on her breasts, looking bloody and deflated. Her shorts covered her loose and beaten pussy. Her face was still a bit swollen from the beating from the last match as well. Her beauty was still recognizable, but distorted by all the damage done.

"You ugly psycho bitch!" Jessica snarled. "I'm going to tear you to pieces in front of everyone!"

"You can't protect your man from me, and you sure can't keep me from kicking your ass!" Amy shouted back, stepping up and throwing a punch with her thickly gloved hand.

Jessica managed to knock the punch off-course with her own hand, grabbing Amy's arm and slugging her in the belly. Amy grunted and bounced from the body blows, but she slammed a sudden headbutt into Jessica's injured forehead. Jessica's head throbbed and she reeled, allowing Amy to tear open her top and hammer some more punches into her bared breasts. The sagging, damaged chest bounced and flopped against her fists, Jessica recoiling before she grabbed Amy by the hair. She rammed the blonde's face down into her rising knee, landing a pair of quick shots before she used the grip on Amy's scalp to throw her face-first into the corner post.

Amy's head bounced into the corner, clutching her face as blood ran down several more scratches torn into her face and forehead. Jessica pulled back on her hair to smash a punch into the side of Amy's face, the blonde rattling dizzily from the blow but twisting to turn around. She let Jessica tear a few hairs from her head, a minor sacrifice for Amy to bury her fingers into the redhead's breast and squeeze like she was trying to pop it. The loose breast meat swelled and bled as it irritated her wounds, Jessica screaming in agony and trying to pull away.

Amy suddenly let go, causing Jessica to spin and stumble away from her as she pulled to hard. Amy used it to step in behind her, her bared breasts pushing into Jessica's back as she reached under her arms, grabbing her by the breasts as handles. It stung her own bloody chest to press against Jessica, but she leaned back and flung Jess over her head with a suplex. Jessica collided hard with the corner pose, looking too shocked and weak to emit an actual scream. Her mouth just fell open, eyes wide and leaning wearily against the ropes. Her arms hung over the ropes, her gloved hands grabbing onto them to stay up like a grim scarecrow while the barbed wire gouged into her skin and what little remained of her clothes.

Amy backed up a few steps, clapping her gloves hands together to psych herself up for the daring move as much as she was winding up the crowd. With Jessica stuck in the corner, she was ripe for the picking.

"Ready for this, you stuck fucking pig?!" Amy screamed at her, charging in and delivering a jumping knee to Jessica's stomach. Jess wretched as it crushed her guts, holding onto the ropes to keep from sinking down to the mats. It drove Jessica's back against the short spikes of the ropes and turnbuckles, Amy bouncing back and rolling her shoulders readily. She sized up the coughing Jessica again before she charged again, though this time the crowd popped as Jessica threw herself to one side, rolling over the mats and letting Amy land full force against the barbs in her place. Jessica held her stomach as she rose slowly, her last meeting with the ropes having torn the last of her clothes off of her. Even winded, bruised, and trickling blood from several locations, Amy was in a similar position, and still painfully tangled with the dangerous turnbuckle.

Jessica stepped up to the stunned Amy, throwing a high kick into her back. It knocked Amy further into the ropes, getting a loud, pained howl out of her as the barbed wire sank further into her breasts. "This what you get, you man-stealing slut!" Jessica ranted at her, landing another hard kick to drive her into the ropes again. With Amy shivering and crying in the corner, she finally yanked on the blonde's hair, letting her drop to the mat and Jess starting to drag her over to the guillotine.

Amy still had some fight left in her, and she applied it directly to her opponent's crotch. Her fist slammed up into Jessica's exposed pussy, making the redhead's feet leave the mat a moment before she crossed her legs and bent over, her face becoming a mask of pain. Amy crawled to the ropes, grabbing the middle one to start to pull herself back up. She paused and gave a curious tug, surprised when some of the wiring started to peel off. They hadn't built the ring especially for this match so much as they just bought a generic ring and wrapped the barbed wire around the ropes and posts.

With some quick and devious thinking, Amy used her protected hands to pull a string of the wire off of the ropes, wrapping it around her fist. By the time Jessica started to turn around, still holding her crotch, Amy was waiting with a face full of knuckles wound up in barbed wire. Jessica went down hard, slamming to the mats with fresh blood on her face and the crowd shouting for more.

Jess rolled on the floor painfully, trying to get up with blood in her eyes as Amy grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to her knees to pound her with more bladed punches to her vulnerably bared chest.

Jess rolled on the floor painfully, trying to get up with blood in her eyes as Amy grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to her knees to pound her with more bladed punches to her vulnerably bared chest. Jess could only bounce in place as Amy held her up at first, but she managed to luck out and grab Amy by the wrist. It held her off long enough that she could twist Amy's arm, scraping the barbs across her own breasts.

Amy recoiled and screamed, but Jess' grabbing hands pulled the wiring off of her glove and taking away her advantage. Jessica pressed her advantage like it could be her last, charging and grabbing Amy in a headlock low beside her body. Jessica bashed her knee upward again and again, pounding Amy's tits and stomach while fresh blood dripped from her chest. Amy grunted thickly, too rattled by the impacts to bother caring that her ass and pussy were exposed behind her to the crowd.

Jessica finally bent her over further, grabbing the handful of barbed wire before hooking an arm under Amy's leg, Jessica lifting the blonde over her shoulders. Amy screamed from the torture rack at first, but then her cries grew all the more agonized when Jessica tightened her grip on her inner thigh. The now spike-covered glove gouged into her twat and legs, Amy unable to do much but thrash and cry as her back and chest was bent and her legs gouged.

Jessica bounced and stomped now and then to apply fresh pressure to the hold, gritting her teeth as she savored the feeling of her opponent's blood running over her back and shoulders. Jess paraded Amy around a bit longer before she started to feel herself tire out, so she moved to the edge of the ring, hefted her up, and dropped Amy right on top of the ropes.

Amy just hung limply, spasming now and then as her back landed right on the barbed wire. She didn't move, and even if she weren't paralyzed in pain, she wouldn't want to worsen the damage already done. Gravity finally dragged her back down, slowly flopping to the mats in a pathetic, bloody heap. Jessica peeled the wire from her glove, just to wrap it around Amy's breast instead. She made sure to squeeze it in place tightly and drag it over. She hated Amy's bigger breasts, and the razor-like blades scratches a mess of ugly markings that would scar and ruin the freckles that dotted her cleavage. With the wire firmly bound around her, Jessica marched back towards the guillotine, Amy forced to crawl or be dragged behind her on the brutal leash.

There was nothing Amy could do to stop her opponent from claiming the win now. Jessica shoved her chest into the designated space between the ropes, being sure to pull the clamps tight around them to be sure she wouldn't escape the nasty punishment. Amy tugged weakly, but nowhere near enough to get out of the vice that made her chest puff up even bigger and stinging her fresh injuries.

"No... no, don't." Amy mumbled her plea weakly, unable to provide more resistance than that.

"You're having second thoughts now?" Jessica growled at her. "Well good! You shouldn't have fucked with me OR my man. Now let's show everyone what happens to bitches who mess with me!" She slammed the button next to it, stepping back as the mechanism launched the heavy stone block down on top of Amy's breasts. The initial landing crushed them as flat as pancakes, stretching and damaging her aching flesh and muscles. Her bruises stretched out into strange patterns like a map of her agony, Amy kicking and screaming wildly without budging from the vice's grip.

The crowd went wild for the win as the bell rang, Jessica ignoring the wailing Amy as she looked outside the ring. Her unfaithful boyfriend was still in the front row, watching in a mix of shock, sympathy and arousal. The block started to rise after a while, though Amy was still stuck in the vice, entirely powerless to get out under her own volition.

"You!" Jessica pointed at her ex, then gestured into the ring. "Get in here and fuck this bitch!"

Amy's boyfriend looked surprised, starting to shake his head before she went on.

"Get in here and pound this slut, or I drop it again." Jess rested her hand just above the button to trigger it again, Amy just wordlessly moaning in a miserable tone for her not to go through with it. Seeing her pathetic state, the crowd cheered as he stepped over the railing and made his way to the ring.

Jessica held the ropes apart for him to carefully slide through. She casually brushed a hand through her bloody hair as he approached Amy from behind, the only viable option with her bent over in front of the trap. Jessica knew they would be able to go through with it, since she had been forced to watch them in various positions during her slavery.

Amy's boyfriend entered her pussy from behind, going as slowly and gently as he could manage. He had noticed how raw and loose his girlfriend had been already, especially the last few days after the bikers had their way with Amy after the fight. She twitched and shivered with every movement he made anyway, her crotch sensitive from all the abuse it had taken over the last few weeks. Between Amy's delicate reactions, the amused and watchful eye of his ex, and the cheers of the crowd, Amy's lover was finding it hard not to enjoy the experience on some level.

What was even more surprising was that so did Amy. She let out pained little cries, but coos of pleasure were hidden in there was well. Picking up on this, he reached around to carefully rub at her swollen, aching breasts. They were ridiculously soft and tender, brutally crushed and sliced up from the fight, but the little gestures of affection clearly reached her to some extent. Her damaged nipples grew hard, even if it made her bruised areolas ache to stretch out the skin like that. But as his carefully entering erection reached Amy's clit, her loud moan sounded through the arena, getting more encouraging cheers and catcalls from the audience. It was perhaps the only spot deep enough inside Amy that hadn't been damaged, and the arousal it shot through her was obvious.

"Almost there, baby," her boyfriend encouraged quietly. Amy's pussy was wet and warm from all the buildup, and her lover found himself pushing more firmly into her as she got more into it. He couldn't go as wild as they did on most nights together, but he definitely picked up his pace.

"Yes... yes... thank you, baby," Amy moaned. “Right there. Like that.” She bounced her hips back against him as best she could in her trap, her cries getting louder and more passionate. The two of them came almost simultaneously, her boyfriend gushing against her clitoris while she squirted back over his cock. Their moment of shared euphoria seemed to shut out the pain for a moment, the endorphins flooding Amy’s senses to briefly ignore her horrible situation.

But then Jessica hit the button again. Amy screamed as the block crushed her proud and formerly lovely tits again, making her buck violently against her boyfriend. Their mixed cum dripped over the mats as her loose pussy was thrashed around, her boyfriend holding her hips to try to keep her steady and stop her from stretching and hurting her tits even worse. The impact was violent enough that her left tit had its wounded areola rupture, oozing more hot blood and clearly going to need stitches if nothing else.

Jessica gave a snorting laugh at their misfortune, the rest of the crowd laughing at Jess' ruthlessly turning back on her bargain. She stretched out the ropes and left the ring triumphantly, even if it was with a bit of a limp and her head spinning. She had beaten her rival once and for all, and left her ex-boyfriend confused and miserable. Her work here was done.

Security would be around shortly to tend to the injured Amy, and to escort her to the brothel where she’d have to work the following wrestling event.  

People did seem to learn their lesson from that string of matches; do not get on Jessica's bad side. She was a hell of a wrestler, and would go through great lengths to get back at you if you got her mad enough. She took some time off, just like Amy did, though it was as much to savor her victory as it was to heal. A load of fans and other wrestlers contacted her to show their love of the match and send their congratulations.

Amy got back into the ring a few weeks later. She had her own wave of fans visiting her, but for all different reasons. They rented out her body, and given the damage it had taken, they got her at a cheap price. It was all she could do to take all the sheer volume of lovers that came in, between the regular customers and all the fans of The League who had heard she would be there.

Back in the league, Amy wanted to start out slow. They booked her against a real jobber of a girl. A cute young rookie, apparently some local Spanish girl. Hardly into her debut.

It was as much Amy's own damaged ego as it was her old injuries.  Her opponent was made a star that day by how badly she beat the former big shot of The League. The perky rookie kicked, threw, crushed, punched, choked, stomped, and dragged Amy all over the ring, finally tangling the KOed contender in the corner ropes. She stripped her down to nothing, leaving her strung up like a scarecrow for all to see her destroyed body. The old mark of the branding iron, the numerous bruises and lumps from her beatings, the crisscrossing scars across her cleavage, the numerous and variously-sized slash marks and scars on her tits and face, and her scratched, raw, saggy cunt spread out before the turnbuckle. All while the newcomer posed and grinned triumphantly to the sound of the bell, and while Jessica laughed her ass off backstage.

Hardcore Wrestling Matches: The Gauntet (pt 1)

increasingly rough and violent string of hardcore wrestling matches. my buyer wanted to have the first few written in shorthand and the finale put into a full story style writing, but it felt fun to post this as a sort of short story/teaser (with his approval of course). Fun little writing experiment, might play with something like this again soon

The League, they called it. People in the know would understand what you meant when you went to the latest match in The League. It was the underground wrestling federation in the area, something akin to WWE with a few major differences. It was all underground because the fights were brutal, often sexual, and entirely real. No staged moves, no scripted winners, no fake blood. Everything that happened in the ring was raw and real, and people loved it. Bootleg DVDs and MP3 recordings were sold and traded around online, but never anything official for what the police might do about such a thing.

But this story is about two women in particular. Jessica and Amy were major players in The League, their matches always a hit with the crowds. Amy was a 5'7" woman, tanned and busty with a 34D chest. She had shoulder-length, dark-blonde hair and a sweet girl next door look. Just a bit stocky and cute, even deceptively so given her rough behavior in the ring.

Jessica was the redhead, 5'8" to make her a bit taller and thinner than Amy. She had a tan as well, but a lighter shade than Amy, and 34C's that made her a lean, strong, efficient pro of a wrestler.

They were both brutal and skilled fighters, and when they got in the ring together things went up yet another level. The two had been in so many fights together that they couldn't stand one another, and wanted to settle it once and for all. They wanted to know which of them was the inarguable best, and after all their matches already, they weren't content with just one to resolve this. The League scheduled them for a total of five fights over a span of two weeks, just enough time for them to rest up. The women proposed their ideas for the matches, and the fans were allowed to vote on what matches they would put themselves through to prove they were the better wrestler and horribly punish the loser for getting in their way.

Round 1 : Loser Impaled. The ring was set up with a long pole mounted in the ground next to it. A large dildo was stuck on the top of it, just within reach from the ring apron. The only way to end the match was the skewer your opponent, dropping her pussy first onto the strap on. The winner would then get to fuck the loser with a strap on.

The match went back and forth in the start, pushing and punching each other around the ring to try to bully their opponent towards the pole. Jessica managed to fake out Amy by forcing her in the opposite direction, just to shove the blonde into the ropes and bounce her off to the other end. When Amy hit the ropes, Jessica was already charging her and delivered a jumping dropkick to her breasts. The impact sent Amy tumbling over the ropes, landing at ringside where Jessica followed her out, slamming her around with knees to the stomach and pounding her head into anything nearby. She bounced Amy's skull off of the ring apron, the guard rails, and even the ominous pole itself.

When Amy seemed softened up, Jess rolled her back into the ring and stood on the ring apron herself. Jessica grabbed Amy by the hair and waist, trying to suplex the blonde over her shoulders and onto the rod for an easy win.

But Amy was able to grab onto the ropes, stopping her opponent in mid-suplex. Jess strained to try it a few more times, but Amy kept her grip and drove a headbutt into Jess' belly to let her throw the redhead back into the ring. Amy quickly took the offensive, throwing and stomping on Jess around the ring. After a devastating choking over the ropes, letting Jess stare at the dildo that was to become her fate, Amy forced them both out onto the ring apron. She lifted Jess by her thighs, forcing her legs wide open and jumping off to spike her on top of the pole. Jess gave a high, painful wail, forced to remain suspended up on top of it for several minutes as it dug painfully deep into her pussy. By the time she was let down, Amy had the strap on buckled into place, humping Jessica senseless in front of the crowd. As much as Amy enjoyed it, the ending of the match had left Jessica with an aching pussy and sore muscles, utterly humiliated and hurting through her entire fucking. Just the thought of sex made her sore for days.

Round 2: Cowgirl Fight. The girls would be dressed up according to the match's namesake, complete with cowboy hats, cutoff jean shorts, and a simple bra for a top. Next to the ring was a branding iron resting on a table with the league's logo on its tip, attached to a heating plug that kept it going red hot. The winner would be whoever scorched the brand into the loser's breast, and the loser would be strapped to a milking machine for 15 minutes.

The hats were quickly lost, because Jessica came out with a vengeance on this one. She went berserk on Amy at the first opportunity, pinning down the blonde and beating her face in as fast as she could work her fist. Amy cut her off with a kick to the cxnt, flipping Jess off of her and drilling a few knees and leg drops into the redhead's body.

Amy went for the brand, leaning out through the ropes when Jess managed to grab her by her daisy dukes and pull down, pantsing her and yanking the blonde back into the ring. Amy still dragged the red hot brand with her, swinging it blindly at Jessica to ward her off. The two faced off, Amy wielding it as a weapon towards her hated foe. After Amy took a few dangerous swings at her, Jess managed to catch the brand by the handle, the two women's muscles bulging in an intense tug of war that pushed the hot metal close to both of their faces at one point or another. Jess finally delivered repeated kicks to Amy's knee that brought her down, wrenching the iron from her grip and ramming it into Amy's breast with plenty of steam and screams.

Amy was reduced to tears, collapsed with pain while Jessica was handed the milk pumping machine. She stuck the suction onto Amy's nipples and cranked it into full power, humming loudly and the fans able to watch as the pump emptied her within the first five minutes. The next 10 was just to watch Amy squirm and suffer as her breasts started to lose their proud, shapely definition from the powerful pressure, Jessica watching with smug satisfaction.

Round 3: Loser pierced. The loser is the one who gets both of her nipples pierced by the other woman, and will be forced to act as the winner's personal slave until their next fight.

Both of the attractive women were visibly starting to feel the wear and tear of their first two matches. The logo was still burned into Amy's breasts, and they lacked their usual perky jiggle after the painful milking. Even Jess had her share of scrapes and fading bruises from their fights so far, and they both fought equally fierce, if a bit more sluggish from their recovering injuries. Jess came out targeting Amy's sagging breasts with slaps and punches, and while the blonde was ready to protect them, it let Jessica box her into a corner and pound her face in.

Jess found her way back out with a quick eye rake, then stunning the redhead when Amy nimbly scaled the turnbuckle and hopping off to clothesline her to the mats. A few blows to the head and stomach had Jess on defense, allowing Amy to trap her in a figure four leg lock. It bent the redhead's knee at a nasty angle, but the crowd went wild when Jessica managed to reverse the hold. Amy was screaming and trying to crawl away, but Jess outdid her by crawling the opposite direction and grabbing the piercing gun from the neutral corner.

When Jess turned and grabbed Amy by one of her loose tits, the blonde suddenly headbutted her. Their skulls cracked together and both girls went down hard, looking like a double knockout for a while before Amy got back up. She weakly dragged Jessica to a corner where she could tangle her arms up in the ropes, the redhead waking up just in time to panic and scream when Amy punched the piercings through each of her breasts. Amy celebrated her win by taking a chain from her gear at ringside, attaching it to each of the nipple rings and gripping the middle like a painful leash on Jessica's freshly penetrated tits, using it to walk her out of the arena.

Jessica's punishment went on outside the ring as well. When they got back to Amy's house, Jessica found her own boyfriend waiting there. Amy explained casually how she had been fucking him on the side just to get back at her, then ordered her to sit and stay like a good bitch. Jess was a tangled bad of outrage, disgust, and despair as she was forced to watch her hated rival fuck her boyfriend in front of her.

Round 4: Biker fist fight. The girls met outside the arena, this time in the parking lot. The local biker gangs (big fans of The League, which possibly explained how the match was voted in) formed the ring, their bodies and bikes circled around the two fighters. While there was no particular punishment in mind for the match, both of the women wore studded leather gloves to help beat each other bloody.

Jessica was visibly the worse-off of the two before the fight even started. Amy had taken full advantage of her last match's win, abusing Jessica verbally and physically throughout her enslavement to leave her tired and sore. Amy had also been sleeping with her boyfriend more than usual, often in front of Jessica just to cause her all the more stress. For all the punishment, it did make Jess that much more determined to overcome her pain and pay Amy back. Her newly pierced nipples were far too sensitive to wear anything heavy to the fight, so she wore a muscle shirt and jean shorts compared to Amy's boastfully tight-fitting tank top.

Jessica started by dishing out a furious pounding. The studs were almost immediately leaving cuts and bruises on Amy's face and chest, but the blonde capitalized on Jessica's exhaustion. She soon ran herself empty, letting Amy dodging a clumsy blow and smashing an uppercut into Jess' jaw that cracked her teeth together.

The bikers cheered for the comeback and revved their engines as Amy repaid all the blows twice over. Jess still got some shots in, but the brutally hard impacts were rattling her brains and blurring her vision. Amy bashed her hard enough that she fell into the arms of the bikers, as their makeshift ropes, but they did little besides steal a few gropes and tear at her top before shoving her back out into the fray.

The shove sent Jessica right into another vicious punch from Amy, knocking the redhead to the concrete. Amy paraded around as Jessica drooled some blood onto the parking lot, assuming that she was out. While her back was turned, Jess was able to force herself back up to her feet. Her anger proved more powerful than her injuries, and some of the bikers tried to point out the rising challenger while others tried to keep her attention for the fun of it.

The skull-rattling blow to the back of Amy's head brought her right to her knees, clutching her bleeding scalp. Jessica grabbed her hair and kept pounding into Amy's face and tits while she was down, the solid gloves rearranging Amy's features. She put a quick punch into Jessica's belly, but it wasn't enough to stop her brutal payback. She even grabbed and tore out one of Jessica's nipple rings out, spouting blood from her tit as the two women's barely hanging clothes dangled from their bodies. Jess still turned her pain into rage and smashed a knee into one of Amy's swollen boobs before putting her down with a fist straight into her mouth, the crowd cheering and surprised when none of her teeth were knocked out. But Amy certainly was. The bell rang and the crowd roared, and Jess waved at her opponent dismissively as she kicked her off into the horny bikers.

"Do whatever you want with her body. She's not gonna stop you," Jessica spat bitterly. "Just make sure she shows up to the rest of the fight."



Round 5: Barbed Wire Match

The finale of their fight was here at last. The crowd was packed into the arena while staying a safe distance away from the ring itself. Every rope and ringpost had barbed wire spiraled around it, turning the edges of the ring into the deadliest thing about it. One side of the ring had a small opening between its ropes, sealed off by a square-shaped vice and a thick block a few feet above it near the top rope. The only way to win the match was to force your opponent's breasts into what was being affectionately called the "tit guillotine," and dropping the weighted block on top of them.

The loser was subjected to whatever punishments the victor could dish out in the deadly-looking ring, and then forced to work and live in a brothel until the next show in The League.