Tales of the SFL 02: Latina Heat

A week had passed since Dan Danger's successful debut in the SFL, and the reactions from his fellow competitors had been quite polarizing, to say the very least.

Walking through one of the hallways of the backstage area, he would often be greeted by a congratulatory high-five from some of the male sexfighters or even an approving nod from his female counterparts, most of them being veterans who could surely sense true potential brushing by them.

On the other hand, he would also walk past some fighters regarding him with sneering glances, often casting his way unimpressed scoffs and offhand comments dismissing his victory over Bux Bunny as a "lucky fluke."

Yet despite the varied response to his performance, Daniel was at least satisfied that he had made a visible impression upon his colleagues, and by the sounds of it, hopefully the audience as well.

He was also hopeful that his opponent, Melanie, would enjoy some of the attention given that she was equally as responsible for giving the crowd such an engaging encounter.

And speaking of...

Knock knock.

Softly rapping his knuckles against her locker room door, Daniel took a step back and patiently waited.

Wearing a pair of jeans and a black SFL T-Shirt, he anxiously combed back his hair as her footsteps neared.

Taking a moment to survey the hallway he was currently in, the young man's eyes were briefly entranced by the sight of a rather statuesque blonde exiting her locker room dressed in blue jeans and a white sports bra perfectly showcasing her best 'assets.'

As tall as she was beautiful, the woman seemed to possess the body of an Amazon and the commanding presence of a goddess. Well...

"The Goddess," Daniel corrected himself, obviously familiar with some of her infamous offense, and especially what happens to those on the receiving end of her moves.

At least for now, the sexfighter's smug gaze was directed towards the sound of a faint male voice still in the room, presumably that of her partner, Apollo.

Cocking a confident grin as she leaned back towards the doorway, she assured him, "Babe, I've totally got this. That bitch won't even see it coming."

"Yeah, well try to leave some for me, Kenz. We don't want people to think it was too easy, do we?" came Apollo's playful voice.

Grinning knowingly, she lingered on the doorway another moment before turning to leave, but not before seeing Daniel just feet away.

Realizing that the Goddess herself was now aware of his presence, the rookie quickly steeled himself and met her eyes with his own.

Naturally, Daniel was abuzz with thoughts as he tried to figure out what she thought of him behind that intense, almost mesmerizing stare of hers.

But before he could verbalize any of those thoughts, the door to Melanie's room finally opened.

A flicker of curiosity flickered across Kenzie's smug expression before she quietly sauntered away, disappearing around a corner as Melanie's bubbly presence filled Daniel's periphery.

"Daniel!" his former opponent greeted him, leaning against the doorway as he quickly returned his attention to her.

And just before he could recite his mentally rehearsed spiel, Daniel Derrick got a good look at her and was instantly speechless.

Wearing a short-sleeved blue top with a V-neck complete with a conservative (at least by SFL standards) black skirt, she was still as cute and powerful as the girl who nearly had him beat in the ring just a week ago.

Flashing him a warm grin with her blonde hair freely hanging down her shoulders, she seemed to be in good spirits which certainly was reassuring for the now slightly blushing Dan Danger.

"Hey Mel, it's uh, nice to see you again," he finally said, taking another breath before breathing out loud, "Hell of a match last week."

"Yeah, that was really intense," she agreed, crossing her arms as she fondly reminisced aloud, "We really beat the shit out of each other, didn't we?"

"You know you kick a lot harder than you look. I felt those kicks in the trainer's room for like three days straight," Daniel remarked playfully.

Smirking, she replied in kind, "Uh huh. Says the guy who nearly took my head off with that clothesline."

"Yeah, so hey look..." Taking a breath, he asked her, "I just wanted to see how you were doing, now that the match is over and all?"

Smiling to herself, Melanie gave him a playful punch of the shoulder.

"You're sweet, Daniel, but I'm a big girl. I gave you some licks. You gave me some back. If I couldn't take it, I wouldn't have signed up to be in the League," she reassured him.

"So, we good?" he said, offering her a fist pump.

Smirking, she pounded her knuckles against his. "We're good until the rematch," she reminded him.

"Right."

"But uh, now that's you're here..." Twirling around a strand of her hair, her emerald eyes suddenly turned mischievous. "What was that last move that you hit me with? The one where you had me up on your big, strong shoulders, and well..."

Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "... Had your way with me?"

If words could give orgasms, Daniel surely would've shot a load right there on the spot.

But thankfully, he only blushed and with a sheepish look on his face told her, "Well, I was thinking about calling it the 'Danger Zone.' Everyone around here's got a big finish that seems to pop a crowd, so win or lose last week, I wanted to try something to get folks talking."

"Well you certainly caught me off-guard, that's for sure," she confessed softly, tilting her head to the side in an undeniably cutesy way as she remembered the sequence that had won Daniel the match, and handed her a tough defeat.

"You seemed to like it," he pointed out to her, fondly recalling her impassioned cries as she succumbed to his torture rack/fingering combo.

"I think 'like' is a little too strong there, Dan. After all, it took you like what, three separate times to try to get me off? The last time, I was still loopy from hitting that turnbuckle so you kinda got lucky there," she shot back at her.

Reluctantly, he conceded her point.

"And just between you and me..." Sauntering up to him, she stood on her tiptoes to whisper at him, "It's never going to happen again."

"Wanna bet?" he responded with a confident smirk.

Still grinning despite his challenging retort, she lazily began tracing his pectoral muscles through his T-Shirt. "Hey, so I've got a match later on tonight. I'm facing this guy, Ace I think," she told him.

"Sure you can handle him?" came Daniel's teasing reply.

Her lips curled into a sly grin. "He just lost a qualifying match for that Ruler of the Ring tournament, so I don't think he'll be too much trouble. But since you care so much about little ol' me..."

Melanie's emerald eyes slowly lowered towards his groin with growing interest.

"Maybe we should train together, sometime. Work out any... kinks before our next match," she purred at him suggestively.

"Damn, she's working me even when we're not even the ring," Daniel couldn't help but think to himself.

Swallowing his arousal, he finally responded, "Just tell me when, babe."

Her grin only grew larger as she slowly retreated back towards her door. "Cool. I'll look forward to it, hotshot."

"Likewise, and good luck with your match. See you later?"

"You'll see me around, Daniel," she smiled at him, flashing him a wink before closing the door.

As if on cue, his phone suddenly vibrated in his right pocket.

Fishing it out, Daniel scrolled through his lock screen and pulling up the most recent text from Sam.

Naturally, the text message was short and to the point: Meet at HQ when you can. Have news on second opponent.

***

Walking through the door of his own locker room, Daniel Derrick was not surprised to see his trainer, Sam, in seemingly his most natural position: glued to his laptop.

Seated on a table with the computer screen facing him, the veteran was laser-focused on whatever was playing out before him, barely acknowledging his protege's arrival with so much as a grunt.

Pulling up a chair, Daniel slumped down next to him. "Got the message, coach. What's up?"

The rookie's upbeat voice finally seemed to break Stillwater out of his trance.

Clicking pause on the video, he slowly turned towards Daniel with a look that certainly didn't inspire confidence. "So, I was just notified on who you'll be facing tonight."

"Yeah?" Leaning in closer, anticipation quickly took over for the eager sexfighter.

"Her name is Angelina Tomas, a Latina sexfighter from one of the leagues over in Europe, more specifically the one in Spain. Professionally, she goes by La Dama," Sam told him.

Shrugging, Daniel was a little perplexed by the worry written all over his mentor's face. "Okay, so she's a hot import coming in to make a name. Same as that Vixen chick. Don't see how that's a big deal."

"The 'big deal' is she happens to be undefeated over there. 18 matches in the same league, and all of them have ended in her getting her arm raised," Sam bitterly revealed, much to Daniel's surprise.

"So, why is she facing me and not an established guy like Hunter?" Daniel pointed out.

"Angelina wants to fight the best here. Unfortunately, right now the fighters that the SFL would consider to be of her caliber are currently locked in the Ruler of the Ring tournament. And as per the rules, they can't take any outside exhibition matches. So, the Commissioner made a compromise and suggested, well..." Sam hesitated to say it, but the implication was too obvious for the rookie.

"Me," Daniel realized out loud.

"Obviously, the expectation is that you'll provide a showcase for her debut here. She can't fight in the main event due to extenuating circumstances, but she can at least make herself seem like a credible enough threat for the time being by well, going through you," Sam stated simply.

Naturally, this gave Daniel some pause for thought to fully deal with the firestorm of emotions rushing through his head.

"This is definitely not what I had in mind for your second opponent. Sure, I knew you'd face someone like her eventually, but not at this point, not when you haven't even challenged for a freakin' title yet," his mentor mused aloud, visibly still distraught by this bombshell announcement.

Kneading his chin worriedly, he further bemoaned, "This isn't on you, man. Ever since your big win last week, I've been talking way too much shit around the office. I guess this is the Commissioner's way of making me put my money where my mouth is."

"She mention any special stipulations to this match?"

"Nope." Sam shook his head grimly. "Three falls to a finish, same as last time."

"Okay, well..." Taking a deep breath, Daniel said something that he would probably regret later on. "I say fuck it, let's do it."

Sam's head immediately shot up, half surprised and half impressed by his trainee's sudden optimism.

"Hey, she wants to make a name at my expense, right? Well, who says the opposite can't happen?" he pointed out to his mentor.

"You think you can beat her?" Sam asked, genuinely curious.

"I think I can give it a good shot, at least," he admitted candidly, rubbing the back of his head nervously before explaining further, "Look man, I know people around here have been calling my win last week a fluke. Maybe they're right, or maybe they just haven't seen me in the ring with someone just as good or better than them."

His trainee's confidence finally cracked a smile across Samuel's worried expression. "Dude, you just stepping in the ring with her is like an accomplishment in itself. No matter what happens out there, you'd definitely be earning people's respect," he assured the rookie sexfighter.

Sighing, the rookie began cracking his knuckles eagerly. "Either way, it's probably not wise to go into this match blind. Do you have any footage of her we could use?"

Turning back to his laptop, Sam clicked on a video link on a predominantly Spanish-speaking website and waited for it to load.

"I've been digging online ever since I got the heads-up. She's had quite a library of matches, most of them squashes to be honest, but I think this one should give us a good idea of who you're going up against. Quality's not super great but..." Making the video fullscreen, he reclined back on his seat and pressed play.

Leaning forward, Daniel's anxious eyes were drawn towards the laptop as the camera opened to a wrestling ring set in a warehouse that judging by the wall posters was located somewhere in Barcelona.

Hundreds of spectators surrounded the ring as the two combatants completed their pre-match warm ups, obviously waiting for the opening bell.

A stylized title card floated through the center of the screen, announcing the bout as: La Dama vs. Saw Guerrero!

The camera then panned to the male sexfighter, a man of near Herculean proportions.

Towering above the ring announcer at 6'3, he furiously paced around his corner of the ring like a feral animal just foaming at the mouth to be released from his cage.

Bare-chested with muscles the size of small mountains, he stared daggers into his female adversary through a Luchador mask that left holes for his eyes, ears, and mouth.

Pure intensity surged through him as he eagerly cracked his neck, every inch of his physically imposing stature just yearning to dominate his opponent.

On the other side of the ring, said opponent was the complete opposite of him in just about every way.

Seductively lounging against the turnbuckle, the woman known as La Dama was truly a sight to behold.

Without a doubt, the video didn't do quite enough justice to her feminine curves and slender physique, complimented by a crimson bikini that perfectly contrasted her olive skin.

A mane of raven black hair cascaded seamlessly down her right shoulder as she delicately lifted one shapely leg up against the top rope and began stretching it in preparation.

Speaking entirely in Spanish with English captioning accompanying his every word, the announcer stepped in the middle to begin the usual spiel.

"Introducing first the champion, from Valencia, Spain and weighing in at 131 pounds. She is...La Dama!"

The crowd erupted in thunderous applause as Angelina Tomas sashayed forward confidently, her hands on her hips as her dark eyes burned into her opponent.

"And her challenger, from Madrid, Spain. Weighing it at 206 pounds, he is...Saw Guerrero!" the announcer boomed, stepping back as the mountain of a man stomped forward to soak in the cheers.

Many in the front rows made sawing motions against their forearms as he flexed both muscles, each bicep seemingly bigger than Angelina's head!

"Big guy, huh?" Daniel commented, noticing a giant sword tattoo on his back as he turned away from the cameras to further pump up his fans.

"Well, he was the former champ for a reason," Sam answered him rather ominously.

As the announcer exited the ring, the two met at the middle, creating quite the interesting unique visual with Guerrero nearly twice the size of La Dama in both height and width.

Yet despite their obvious height differential, Angelina continued to stare fearlessly up at him, even cocking her hip to the side almost in amusement of his visible seething.

A second passed, and then came the opening bell.

With a snarl, Guerrero surged forward and shifted his Herculean physique downwards into a shoulder tackle that nearly folded the woman in two.

Knocking her off her feet, he continued to build momentum in his mad sprint towards the turnbuckle with his female captive too disoriented to offer much resistance.

With a grunt, he then slammed her backfirst into the corner, pausing only for a moment to regain his footing before rearing back and...

"Ugh!" An audible groan escaped Angelina's gaping mouth as his mountainous shoulder rammed into her gut.

Grasping on to the middle ropes for support, Saw Guerrero backed off slightly before delivering another harsh shoulder thrust.

Upon unleashing two more in quick succession, he fully stood up and roughly grabbed her by the hair.

Yelling something right at her face, he then took a step backwards and roughly flung her back across the ring like she was a ragdoll.

Landing hard on her sides, the brunette painfully writhed around on the mat as the Hispanic brute took his time stalking back towards her.

With fists clenched and steam practically shooting out of his mask, the hulking Saw resembled more monster than man as he came to a snorting halt beside her prone form.

Snarling, he brought his right leg back and buried the tip of his boot in her midsection, eliciting a pained yelp from La Dama who instantly crumbled back down.

"¡Estúpida!" he yelled at the downed woman, obviously still harboring some pent-up emotions from their last encounter.

Bending down, he grabbed a fistful of hair and dragged her slender frame off the mat to deliver more punishment.

Rearing his fist back, Saw was just about to strike Angelina down yet again when suddenly her previously limp left arm shot up between his legs and-

"Ooh!" The man's eyes looked like they could pop out of his head as she firmly grabbed him by his testicles, stealing away his momentum and breath.

A vengeful fire lit up Angelina's eyes as she glowered up at him angrily, her potent fingers squeezing his balls for all they were worth.

Slowly standing up on her own, the female sexfighter kept her unorthodox vice grip over the man's groin long enough for her to regain her bearings, and also long enough for him to hear some choice words from her personally.

Then, with a cocky smirk she released him, giving him a playful shove to create distance between them.

Weakly grabbing at his throbbing testicles, the man gave her a look of pure hatred as she began confidently bouncing up and down on her toes.

As soon as she beckoned him forward with her fingers, Saw Guerrero took the bait hook, line, and sinker.

Lunging at her with a vengeance, he tried to repeat his previous tackle maneuver only for La Dama to easily dance out of the way.

Twirling around on her heel with the same elegance as a salsa dancer spinning around her partner, she leered at him in deep anticipation as he whirled back around.

He first threw a wild haymaker, only to be visibly frustrated as she gracefully ducked underneath his swinging forearm.

Springing back up, she replied in kind by snapping a swift roundhouse into his sternum, catching him off-balance.

And as he stumbled back slightly, she followed up by twirling around on her heel and focusing her turning momentum into a spinning back kick that also hit its mark on his stomach.

Dropping down to a knee, the once dominant fighter was now audibly gasping for breath as she casually strutted up to him.

Eyeing his lowered head with a particularly sinister glint in her eyes, the Latina made a slicing motion with one hand that seemed to rile the audience up.

Lifting her front leg up, she effortlessly held the straightened limb up in mid-air for a moment, letting the menacing shadow hang over the unsuspecting fighter's head before bringing the proverbial guillotine down.

"Hiyah!" With a cry, she brought her heel down on the base of his head, nearly decapitating him in one fluid motion.

And as soon as her axe kick connected, the man instantly grew limp and crumbled to the floor.

Towering above his groaning form, La Dama let the irony of his current position sink in for a moment longer before going to her next move.

Raising her foot slightly, she turned away from his head and instead stomped rather violently on his right fingers.