Tales of the SFL 03: Aftershock

If there's one thing Daniel Derrick has learned since officially joining the SFL, it's that word gets around fast.

And when it comes to the backstage antics of the League, gossip is something that sexfighters love to do more than anything else (besides fucking each other in the showers, of course).

"Well Mr. Derrick, I've got some good news and some bad news. The good news, which you should be very happy to know, is that the tests that just came back read negative regarding the possibility of any concussions or other head-related traumas. You took quite a nasty blow to the head last week, something that I would certainly advise against in your future, but otherwise your readings have been perfectly normal ever since. Henceforth, you are cleared for future competition. Now, for the bad news..."

Daniel lifted his head with a look of pure dread as the doctor paused mid-sentence and went back over to his desk.

Rummaging through some lab paperwork, he eventually grabbed something and returned to the young man anxiously sitting down on the medical exam room table.

"Well, I don't know any way to say this but..." Scratching the back of his head nervously, the lab coat wearing man unveiled the item: the newest edition of SFL Illustrated.

And on the cover of the magazine, much to Dan's eternal chagrin, was a picture of La Dama straddling him with the referee raising her arm in victory.

The photo taken at ringside perfectly captured her victorious smile as she posed with every inch of her voluptuous form on full display, her dark hair flowing erotically down her shoulders and against her naked breasts to give the Latina spitfire a ferocious yet distinctly feminine aura.

Written in stylized lettering in the margins beside the picture, the text read, Legendary sexfighter, Angelina Tomas aka La Dama makes her sizzling hot debut in the SFL by defeating newcomer Dan Danger in dominant fashion.

He silently scoffed at that particular word choice at the end. Dominant.

Up until the very last few minutes of the match, he was in control, not her.

He knew it, Sam knew it, the crowd certainly knew it, but such 'minute' details would surely tarnish the aura of their newest international sensation.

"They came out a little after noon today, and well, I just thought you should know," he told the rookie sheepishly, offering him the magazine.

Sighing, Daniel begrudgingly accepted it and upon another glum look at the front cover, returned his attentions back to the doctor.

"Thanks again for everything, Doc," he smiled at him appreciatively.

Patting him on the shoulder encouragingly, the man turned towards the door.

"If anything else comes up in the future, you know where to find me," he called out.

Taking his cue as the doctor turned the doorknob, Daniel gingerly eased off the table and walked through the open doorway with the magazine in hand.

Once again reentering the sea of humanity rushing past and all around him, the slightly downtrodden sexfighter began trudging back towards his locker room with his head still abuzz with thoughts.

It had been a full week since the match with La Dama, and yet he was still wrestling with it even now.

On one hand, it certainly raised his profile to be in the ring with such a tenured and well-known sexfighter in Angelina Tomas. And as Sam had pointed out to him time after time, his performance alone merits a win in his book.

He had gone the distance, surprised many including Tomas with his efforts, but in the end, when it truly mattered, he lost.

It wasn't an easy pill for him to swallow, even days after the fact. Not to mention the image of her-oomph!

Daniel was so lost in his thoughts that he rather carelessly bumped into someone heading in the opposite direction.

Jolted back to reality, he turned around to see the male sexfighter he had brushed up against.

"Dude, I'm sorry! I wasn't even paying atten-" Daniel started to apologize, before freezing mid-sentence as he got a good look at the man.

Brushing off his jacket, the man smiled at him with confident yet friendly hazel eyes.

The rookie's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as the sexfighter whom he had watched and sought to emulate for so long stood before him.

Just a few inches taller than Daniel, he resembled his mentor Sam in terms of build and overall physique and yet, the brown hair and look of a champion were unmistakable.

"It's all good, man. Happens to the best of us sometime." Breaking the silence, James Hunter offered his hand to the visibly starstruck Dan Danger.

Accepting it slowly, Daniel briefly struggled with his words before finally stammering out, "It's uh, a huge honor to meet you, Mr. Hunter."

"Just call me Hunter. I'm not that old yet," he joked lightly, before a flicker of familiarity suddenly crossed his mind.

Within seconds, it hit him. "Wait, you're Dan Danger, aren't you?"

Beaming as the veteran sexfighter recognized his ring name, Daniel could barely contain his excitement.

"Yeah, that's what people call me. But, my real name's Daniel," he answered back somewhat sheepishly.

"I kinda figured that," Hunter smirked at him slyly, crossing his arms. "Listen, I saw the match you had with La Dama last week. Gotta say I'm a huge fan of your work out there."

"Really?" Daniel could hardly believe the irony in that statement: Hunter, his biggest inspiration for even wanting to be an SFL fighter, a fan of him?

"Yeah, really good stuff all around. To be honest, I was more surprised that Tomas won after all you put her through. End result aside, that definitely wasn't the grand debut she was expecting," Hunter continued to compliment him.

"Wow...uh, thanks a lot man! That really means a lot coming from you," Daniel smiled in appreciation.

"I know talent when I see it, Daniel. And you, my friend, definitely have it," he assured him.

"Yeah well, maybe if I had enough of it I would've beaten her and not gotten too caught up in the moment," he sighed bitterly.

Recognizing himself in Derrick's bemoaning response, the veteran nodded sympathetically as flashes of his own career's many ups and downs replayed in his mind.

"I'll level with you, man. Here in the league, sometimes shit ain't fair. I'm just now getting back on my feet after my crazy bitch of an ex beat me and my wife for the tag team championships, then proceeded to make my life hell on earth until I-" Stopping himself before he could get too carried away, Hunter took a breath before saying, "But that's a whole 'nother story. Back to you."

Brushing that aside, he placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I wouldn't worry about that loss too much. Like I said earlier, it happens to the best of us. And from personal experience it definitely won't be the last time you look up at those lights. Most you can do is learn from your mistakes and focus on owning the next match."

It took a moment for his words to fully sink in for the rookie, but when they did, Daniel Derrick finally felt a huge burden lift off his shoulders.

"From what I saw, you shook her up pretty good. She didn't show it, but I'd be willing to bet money that La Dama won't be coming near you anytime soon. But when she does, she'll have something to prove, not you. And that, my friend, gives you an advantage," Hunter continued on.

Grinning at the very thought of the Latina woman thinking twice before challenging him, Daniel at least took victory in that small victory before looking back up at his friendly face.

"So, from one fighter to another, any advice you could give me going forward?"

"Never be tag champs with your ex," he quickly deadpanned.

"Um, noted," Daniel acknowledged, not quite sure what to do with that information.

Chuckling at the rookie's quizzical expression, the veteran gave him a friendly jab to the chest. "I'm messing with you, dude. No, my biggest advice to you is this..."

He racked his mind for a moment before finally settling on something his former mentor, Dana, had told him during his rookie years.

"In the League, all you have is your name. Whether you're at the top or climbing up there, your name has to mean something. It has to make people feel something. Respect, even fear if that's what it takes. But when you're out there, win or lose, you only need to do one thing." Pausing for effect, Hunter looked the rookie dead in the eye and stated firmly, "Make them remember your name."

Taking it all in, Daniel nodded in understanding.

"Do that, and you're gold. Now, I'm always around if you ever need some ring advice or insight on a particular opponent if I've faced her before. Can't imagine you'll need much help based on what I've already seen from you, but the offer still stands," he smiled.

"I'll definitely take you up on that sometime, and good luck with the tournament," Daniel said in return.

Exchanging fist bumps as they said their goodbyes, the two then went their separate ways.

***

He never saw it coming.

Rebounding off the ropes and letting the momentum do the rest, the blonde sexfighter ran directly into a stiff elbow right to his unsuspected jaw.

Knocked down to the mat, his entire world was thrown for a loop as he once again found himself staring up at the arena lights.

All around him, rowdy footsteps, indicative of their owner, stomped towards his drooping head.

Dressed in a simple combo of yellow trunks, knee pads, and boots, the novice sexfighter had certainly gotten his money's worth in his first (and perhaps last) SFL match.

A fierce determination lit up his opponent's blue eyes as they bore down on him along with the rest of her womanly frame.

Falling to a knee, the female sexfighter roughly dug her fingers into his hair, tearing at his roots before dragging him back up to his feet.

He could barely even register the referee in front of him before his opponent forcibly yanked him down towards her midsection.

With a grunt, she proceeded to absolutely pummel his midsection with a series of knee thrusts, each one more powerful than the last.

Driving her bare knees into his abdomen in brutal fashion, she finally relented when his own knees threatened to buckle underneath him.

Collapsing forward with his gaping mouth brushing up against her Amazonian thighs, he was practically held up only by his opponent's arms at this point.

The moment of respite was only just that, as the female promptly grabbed him by the back of his neck as well as his tights and sent him careening directly into the closest turnbuckle.

A loud wince escaped his lips as his torso flew between the top and bottom ropes, causing his right shoulder to impact the metallic ringpost with authority.

The crowd also winced sympathetically as his arms draped limply against the ropes, his barely stirring body seemingly ripe for the pickings.

Hearing her barefoot footsteps approach from behind, the man could only groan pathetically in his helpless state.

"We're almost done, bitch boy," came her taunting voice, just as he felt her strong arms wrap around his midsection.

Pulling him back fully into the ring, the woman secured the waistlock before firmly planting herself on the mat.

Lifting him up into the air with the utmost ease, she gracefully arched her back towards the mat taking him down with her.

The male sexfighter could do nothing but brace for impact as he was driven neckfirst into the ring canvas courtesy of a seamlessly executed German suplex from his domineering opponent.

Flopping over on his stomach as soon as it connected, he remained dazed and confused while she took her time getting back up.

Beaten, battered, and humiliated beyond reason, the male barely had enough strength to lift up his drooping chin, much less mount any kind of serious comeback.

And as he did, albeit groggily, he was able to make out an attractive blur of blonde hair and sneering features leering at him from ringside.

The blonde was cheering enthusiastically, but her praise was not aimed at him. Rather, it was aimed at the woman currently towering above him.

"Uggghhh..." He let out a sharp groan as she suddenly dropped her entire weight down on his lower back, before cruelly wrenching back his head once again.

His arms remained limp in front of him, completely helpless as she hooked her right forearm around his exposed neck, securing the chinlock with her other hand before finally...

"Gah!" Crying out in alarm, he immediately found himself gasping for air as she began applying pressure to his throat.

The woman at ringside cheered even louder as her partner wrenched back hard on the man's neck, seemingly hell-bent on popping his bulging eyes right out of their sockets.

Unable to heft her considerable weight, he could do little more than whimper like a trapped animal as panic and desperation set in.

It certainly didn't help that she wedged her knee against the small of his back just to torture him even more, with his spine threatening to bend in a most unnatural way within her grasp.

Within seconds of his futile struggling, it became blatantly obvious that he was completely powerless to escape this hold.

And Jenny knew it.

"Tap or snap, wimp!" she hissed into his ear, punctuating her mocking words with another stiff squeeze of her forearm against his bulging neck.

Five seconds later, his face turned a deep and very uncomfortable shade of purple.

Not wanting to lose consciousness before he officially lost the match, the man frantically tapped out on the mat before the referee's observant eyes.

The official immediately called for the bell, prompting the blonde bombshell to relinquish the hold and drop the man back down with the subtlety of a sack of potatoes.

Standing up, she couldn't help but scoff dismissively at the now defeated heap of her former opponent laid out at her feet.

"Winner of the second fall with a submission via rear chinlock, and winner of the match...SHOCK!"

Smirking confidently through the occasional chorus of boos that were thrown her way, she casually combed her fingers through her platinum blonde curls with closely shorn sides as the referee knelt down next to her still gasping opponent.

A powerhouse of femininity and ferocity, the former tag team champion definitely made up in pure strength and physicality what she lacked in height.

Her ring attire was rather simplistic, consisting only of a pink bra to conceal her sizable modesty and a black thong stretched comfortably to fit her powerful hips.

Several visible tattoos decorated her womanly frame, ranging from a dragon displayed prominently on her left thigh, dog tags and oriental symbols on her ankles representing her experiences overseas, to much more profound sayings brandished all over her wrists and forearms.

The referee quickly raised the woman's hand in victory before tending to the defeated sexfighter.

Stepping over him, Shock's stoic expression softened when her other half, Awe, joined her in the ring.

Also a blonde bombshell with equally appealing feminine proportions, Katie's 'secret weapons' lied in her rather cavernous cleavage.

Her breasts alone, bountiful yet magnetic enough to capture any wandering eye both male and female, seemingly defied the laws of physics as they strained to escape from her white lacy bra!

Dressed in what only the League could only describe as casual clothing, she only wore a pair of form fitting jeans and high heels to go along with her midriff-baring bra.

Rolling her eyes bemusedly at the still jeering audience, Katie sauntered past the yawning Shock and shooed away the referee who was still attending to the recuperating sexfighter.

Grabbing him by the hair, she unceremoniously yanked him up to his feet, and seconds later, tossed him through the middle ropes and out of the ring.

As he remained sprawled out on the outside, Awe sarcastically called after him, "Thanks for wasting our time, stringbean."

"Explain to me why I'm on jobber detail this week and not you?" Shock asked her tag team partner impatiently as soon as she twirled back around.

Letting out a slightly offended sound, Katie started to retort but not before protectively cradling her bodacious buxom.

"Blame the dumbass who tried biting my girls last week," she complained, the memory of that particular in-ring encounter not a very pleasant one.

Jenny's eyes narrowed irritably. "That was two weeks ago, Katie."

"Hey, my girls need time to heal, okay?" she almost pouted, before pointing out, "But hey, at least we filled the loser quota this week, just like Nicky wanted us to."

"That jobber doesn't count, Kate," her partner grated, reminding her of their leader's instructions. "Remember, Nikky said we had to face real competition each week until she felt we were good enough to get back on the team."

"It's been like a month now, and all the guys worth introducing to my girls are in that stupid tournament, Hunter included."

"You know how Nikky gets. At least we don't have to deal with her in bed, like Brad does."

"Is that bitch really still upset about that whole Survivor Series thing?" she replied irritably.

"That's the only thing she talks about," came her partner's weary response, as if she's been asked this question a million times. "Just get this over with so I can get a shower."

"Fiiiine." Groaning heavily with the monotony of Nikky's open challenge eating away at her very soul, Katie nonetheless snapped her fingers expectantly towards the ring announcer.

Before the man could get out a word, she snatched the microphone out of his hand and held it up to her lips.

"I sure hope that this 'match' between my bestie and that loser in yellow spankies worked up a sweat for all you fine people," she exclaimed into the microphone with her usual sarcastic edge, before commenting further, "And by the looks of it, some of you could use the exercise."

As expected, the crowd booed her heavily.

Smiling at their predictable nature, she continued on in a much sultrier tone, "Now, to all you boys backstage who've been watching, tonight might just be your lucky night."

Resting her elbow confidently on her partner's muscled shoulders, she leered bemusedly towards the entrance ramp before stating, "Right now, I am extending an open challenge to anyone who thinks they can last five minutes in this ring with the baddest bitch in the SFL."

Standing tall like Katie's own personal Ivan Drago, Shock was all confidence as her best friend continued hyping her up.

"Now, anyone is welcome to step up. Shock will take (and break) all comers, but please don't feel too bad. Once the match is over, and believe me it'll be over before you know it..." Her voice dropped to a husky purr. "... we'll be sure to make it worth your while."

"We don't have all night, though, so if you feel like being in the ring with a true goddess, I kindly suggest you grow a pair and get out here, now," she finished up.

Perhaps as expected, her most immediate responses was silence.

Sighing, Katie twirled the microphone around in her hand as the referee reentered the ring having escorted their previous challenger backstage.

The crowd were also impatiently awaiting the arrival of the next challenger, whoever he or she may be.

"Going once..."

Still silence.

"Going twice..." Even Shock was beginning to lose patience at this point.

Sensing the crowd starting to become restless, Katie declared out of exasperation, "Fine, I guess I'll have to go back and-"

The opening guitar riffs of Danger Zone completely drowned out her next words.