Tales of the SFL 04: Cherry Kiss

"Whoa!"

Thrown down to the mat once again, Daniel Derrick glared upwards only to be rewarded by a small glimpse of heaven, or rather, the tight underside of Bux Bunny's yoga pants.

Whipping her blonde hair back with a thin glean of sweat glistening on her petite features, Melanie let out an excited breath as she stood tall over him.

Despite wearing only a pink sports bra, form fitting pants, and trainers, she was still every bit as attractive as she was all those weeks ago in their debut match.

The two were currently in a practice ring located squarely in the middle of the now empty SFL training facility.

"Okay...that time I let you throw me," he told her sheepishly, only for his training partner to roll her eyes.

"Yeah, just like the other two times, right?" she reminded him sarcastically, offering a hand.

Taking it, he grunted slightly as she brought him back up to his feet.

Brushing off his workout shorts, he used the thin fabric of his white Under Armour T-shirt to dab at his sweaty temples.

"So, go again?" she offered, stretching out her shoulder muscles as he regained his wind.

"Sure, just give me a sec," he breathed out, taking a moment to plant his feet before reaching his hands out.

Matching his stance, she briefly laced her fingers together with his own before lunging forward.

Colliding in another collar-and-elbow tie up, the two briefly tussled and grappled for control before Dan once again used his height to secure the advantage.

Pushing past her opposing biceps, he managed to trap her in a side headlock for a few seconds, before transitioning into a waistlock, all in a near seamless chain sequence.

A slight grimace tugged at her facial expression as she felt his bulging forearms clamp down firmly on her sides from behind.

Squirming in an undeniably cute manner against his grip, Dan couldn't help but grin cockily as he held the blonde sexfighter tight.

Right where he wanted her.

Leaning in, he playfully whispered into her ear, "Feel comfortable, Mel?

Stopping briefly in her struggles, she cooed knowingly right back at him, "Yeah, I've got you right where I want you."

A confused look dawned on his face, but before he could question it Dan suddenly felt a familiar...stirring in his lower regions.

Bending over slightly, she began grinding her petite yet very potent ass against his crotch, gradually building up erotic friction much to his (barely concealed) delight.

Letting out a surprised moan as he felt her sculpted rear continue to stimulate his dick, Dan instinctively attempted to tighten the hold, but the pleasurable sensation was simply too unexpected to ignore.

"Feel good, babe?" she cooed at him, humming along triumphantly as she felt his hot, aroused breath trickle down her neck.

The wrestling waistlock had practically become a flirtatious embrace as Melanie continued encouraging the growing bulge in his shorts, turning the tables on the cocky rookie without lifting so much as a finger.

Smirking, she further exploited his aroused state by suddenly bursting free of his now loose hold and twisting underneath his armpit.

Reemerging behind him, she turned his pleasure into pain by twisting his left forearm forcibly against his lower back.

Cinching in a hammerlock with both hands clamped down on his wrist, the blonde woman now wore a sly grin at Daniel's expense.

"How does this feel, babe?" Punctuating her taunting words with a punishing twist, Melanie rested her chin on his shoulder as he struggled to respond.

Still grimacing in pain, he finally got out, "Feels like someone's...ugh...been practicing."

But, oblivious to her, so was he.

Before she could do anything else, he brought both legs back, scissoring her left ankle, and then fell forwards.

Catching the beautiful blonde off guard, he managed to wriggle free of her wristlock in mid-air.

Caught off-guard in in his impromptu drop toe hold, Melanie was promptly greeted by the mat with the now freed Dan pouncing back on top of her.

Rushing over to her front, he quickly captured her lowered head in a front facelock, and without any further hesitation began applying pressure to her exposed neck.

Muffled squeals escaped her mouth as he continued squeezing, relenting only when she tapped out against his forearm.

Relinquishing the hold, he wiped his sweaty brow as she pulled herself back up into a kneeling position.

Her face slightly red, Melanie nevertheless gave him a respectful pat on the shoulder before combing back her golden locks.

"Well, that's a new one," she finally remarked, a hint of curiosity present in her voice as she massaged her throat.

"Believe me, when you're getting your ass kicked by an angry Latina woman, you pick a few thing or two," he smirked candidly.

Chuckling some before reclining leisurely on her palms, a friendly silence lingered between the two for the next few moments.

Brushing her fingers up against the canvas, Melanie finally said what was on her mind. "So, Shock and Awe, huh?"

"Yep," he sighed, resting in a crisscross position.

"You know babe, you really messed up last week," she teased him.

He arched a confused eyebrow. "How so?"

"Well, you won, for starters. And those two do not take that kind of thing lying down," she pointed out.

"I got lucky, okay?" he insisted, before stressing, "And they were going to cheat anyways. Sure, I pulled off an upset but they've been beaten before."

Sighing, she told the rookie, "Look Daniel, these girls used to be tag team champions. No offence and all, but I'm pretty sure after being like the longest reigning champs in a long time having one of them lose to a guy who hasn't even challenged for a belt yet wasn't exactly what they had in mind."

As much as he hated to admit it, she was right.

"So now that I've gone and ticked off Regina George and her sidekick, what do you think I should do?"

"My best advice would be to lay low until they get over it, but since you're, well you, I just think you need to watch your back. Believe me, Hell hath no fury like two blonde women pissed off," she advised him.

"You sound like you speak from experience," he teased her, receiving a playful shove as a result.

"All I'm saying is just be careful, okay? When we go again in the ring out there, I want to fight and beat the best possible you, not some slobbering goofball who's been drooling on Awe's tits way too long," she told him, her beautiful blue eyes flashing at him.

"Is that jealousy I'm detecting, Mel?" he jeered at her lightly.

"God, you're so hopeless." Getting up, she tied her blonde hair back into a ponytail.

"Well, if I ever get in a jam with the bimbo brigade, I'll be sure to ask you for help," Dan said.

Chuckling, she gave him a patronizing pat on his shoulder. "Daniel dear, I'm your training partner, not your partner partner. The only mess of yours I'm cleaning up is the one I jerk out of you."

"Gee, thanks for the support," he said sardonically, bringing himself back to his feet as well.

Reaching for a water bottle underneath the ropes, Melanie called over her shoulder, "In all seriousness though, don't underestimate them. I've been around the back long enough to hear stories of what they do to people who've let's say..." She paused briefly to find the best way of putting it, "... gotten on their bad side."

"Well, before joining the League I've had exes who've tried to beat and/or fuck the ever living shit out of me, so this'll be just like a trip down ol' memory lane," he admitted, resting against the turnbuckle as not-so-fun memories of his college years came to mind.

Melanie almost choked on her water. "Wait a sec, you've had exes, as in plural?"

Puffing out his chest proudly, he couldn't help but (humble) brag, "Yep. Everyone likes to spend a little time in the Danger Zone every now and then."

"Please tell me that wasn't your pickup line," she almost laughed out of pure disbelief.

His chest deflated a little. "Maybe, but hey, it got the job done. How about you, beautiful?"

"Sorry babe, but I'm more of a 'show, not tell' kinda gal," she purred, seamlessly easing back into her 'Bux Bunny' persona.

"I have a lot of pent-up emotions from my exes, and I just can't wait to share them with you out there," she continued on, now just inches away from his expression.

"Why wait?" he whispered back at her, beginning to caress her slim waist with his overzealous hands.

His words hanging in the air between them, Bux entertained the tension a moment longer before backing away.

"Nice try, but I don't want to spoil the fun just yet," she insisted, a point to which he begrudgingly conceded.

"You wanna go again, at least? Best two out of three?" he suggested.

She shook her head. "I think we're good for the day, Daniel. My back is killing me, and I've been on my feet kicking punching bags for at least the last two hours. In other words, Mama needs a nice, hot shower."

"Fair enough. Thanks again for helping with my technique, Mel."

Sliding underneath the bottom rope, she collected the rest of her belongings.

"Likewise, babe. This time, I was only kicking your ass half the time. That's an improvement," she grinned up at him teasingly.

"Haha. Same time next week?"

"You're on, hotshot." Turning towards the exit with the water bottle still in hand, Melanie sauntered away.

His eyes lingering a bit on her shapely rear, Dan's somewhat longing gaze was quickly interrupted by a buzzing sound emitting from his gym bag.

Kneeling down next to the turnbuckle where he had originally placed it under, Dan opened the zipper and retrieved his cellphone.

Upon unlocking the touch screen, he held the phone up to his ear, "What's up, dude?"

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything, champ," came the urgent voice of Sam Stillwater.

"You're good. Melanie just left a few seconds ago," he assured his trainer, wiping at his sweaty forehead with a towel.

"Cool beans. Good news is I've just been notified of who you'll be facing tonight."

With the other hand, Daniel pumped his fist excitedly into the air.

"Sweet, who is she?" he wanted to know.

"Cherry Kiss."

"Cherry Kiss? What's her gimmick?" he asked, slightly intrigued by this sexfighter he knew virtually about.

"Well..."

Noticing the slight pause in his voice, Dan prompted him, "Yeah?"

"When was the last time you went to a strip club?"

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The crowd was absolutely electric as the ring announcer finished his bombastic introduction, guaranteeing Dan Danger a sizable yet always satisfying pop as he ascended up the steel steps to once again enter the sexual arena.

Feeling the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he immediately climbed up the closest turnbuckle to pose and further hype up the crowd.

Smiling appreciative as the collective roar of thousands greeted him, he pumped both fists into the air for a second or two confidently before jumping back down to the mat.

To his ears, it seemed like the overall reception had improved noticeably since his match with Shock, a very reassuring thought to say the least.

Discarding his vest as his music gradually died down, Daniel did some light stretches before focusing his full attention towards the entrance ramp.

He had gotten somewhat used to the theatrical lengths some sexfighters would go to to make a strong first impression, but if the video clips that Sam had shown him were any indication, her entrance simply had to be seen to be believed.

As expected, the arena lights dimmed, shrouding the ring and everything around it in darkness.

The crowd had also died down, anticipation building to a fever pitch at the stripper-turned-sexfighter's grand entrance.

Hushed whispers and camera flashes tore across the arena, only adding to the suspense in the air.

A second later, a crimson spotlight shined down on the ramp, cutting through the darkness and revealing a white pole in the middle.

Daniel raised an intrigued eyebrow but kept watching as the sound of high heels clacking together soon graced his ears.

Accompanying each distinctive click-clack was the sound of an intense guitar chord and matching drum beat.

Feeling his heart pounding against his chest with every dramatic step, Dan steeled his expression as best he could.

A lone arm extended from the darkness, long and slender, which certainly could be indicative of its owner.

Grabbing on to the pole, it lovingly ran its long, manicured fingers along the metallic surface before the beat of the song finally dropped.

And as soon as her face came into the light, Daniel was immediately enthralled.

Sporting a mane of curvy, golden hair, the woman had a smile like a movie star and a body like a pornstar.

Now seductively posing against the pole with one hip cocked out to the side, the sexfighter known as Cherry Kiss was a visual treat to not just be consumed orally but relished.

Her attractive features instantly lit up the JumboTron, demanding the collective attention of the entire crowd, even the ring personnel.

Though the spotlight obscured most of her ring attire, Dan could at least make out that she was dressed in all white, with matching stiletto heels to complete the combination.

Draping her right leg seductively across the metallic shaft, Cherry teasingly blew a kiss at the crowd (or more specifically him) before proceeding to perform one of her exotic dance routines!

First spinning around to show her delicately carved back, she gave the absolutely awestruck crowd a tantalizing preview of her voluptuous rear before fully getting into the 'swing' of things.

Swaying and rocking her body along to the booming beat of the music, she had quickly become a blur of bodily expression and pure sexuality that had almost every eye, male and female, glued to each movement.

The song itself, a euphonious mix of alternative rock and hints of heavy mental, nearly shook the stage as she told her exotic story using only her body language and an infectious rhythm.

Rambunctious hoots and hollers soon followed as she suggestively began grinding against the shaft, expertly using her body from head to toe to conjure up a plethora of emotions: intrigue, lust, perhaps even envy from some of the female members of the crowd.

But for Dan Danger, only one emotion in particular stood out: a sudden case of nervousness.

"And uh, introducing his opponent..." Equally as mesmerized by her as nearly everyone else, the announcer reluctantly composed himself and continued on, "From Portland, Oregon, and weighing in at 122 pounds. She is..."

Pausing for dramatic effect, the announcer then bellowed out, "...CHERRY KISS!"

The crowd absolutely exploded into a thunderous ovation matching, and perhaps even surpassing his own as she finally slid down from the pole.

Arching her back towards the ring while still barely clinging on, she granted him a teasing glimpse at her ample cleavage before springing back up to her feet.

"Many of your previous opponents liked to dabble in some theatrics before getting down to business, but for Cherry theatrics is all she knows. Flirting was her livelihood before this, and she'll certainly use it and her natural ability to really push your buttons," Sam had warned him before the match, his words especially holding weight now.

Coming down the ramp, she strutted- no strode down with an aura of confidence and swagger indicative of a seasoned veteran, not someone who'd only just had three matches in the League including this one.

It certainly helped that she had won those other two matches, though of course the jury was still out on this one.

And as she sauntered down with her vivaciously swaying hips, Cherry seemed every bit the superstar he could only dream of being.

"Yet," he quickly reminded himself, backing away to his corner as she finally reached the squared circle.

Acknowledging the crowd only through sultry winks and lustful glances, she blew a kiss to a guy on the front row who nearly fainted right on the spot.

Then, her flirtatious eyes rose to meet his.

Bending slightly, she removed her shoes, a pair of glittery white stilettos that clattered noisily on the floor behind her.

Daniel's traitorous eyes naturally trailed down as her pantyhose feet padded daintily up the steel steps, carrying the rest of her slender and slim figure up to his level.

Admittedly, he had always had a weakness for the way most girls would walk on their tiptoes in that undeniably sexy manner, a nuance certainly not lost on a woman who had made a living making the fantasies of her male clientele into a reality.

Slipping one leg inside the ring, she of course provided another photo opportunity for the thousands still enraptured under her bodily spell.

Pausing mid-movement, she gave a seductive wriggle of her infamous ass against the ropes to fully capitalize on her huge ovation before finally entering the ring.

Her ring attire certainly reflected her background in that it dripped with sex appeal.

Firstly, her long, shoulder-length blonde hair cascaded down her shoulder in luscious bangs, giving her a much more elegant yet effortlessly sexy look to accentuate her equally sharp facial features.

Chest-wise, she wore a silky white push up bra containing her cleavage but baring her toned midriff and lean arms.

Noticeably, she sported two forearm tattoos, with one being more decorative in nature and the other been inscribed with cursive writing.

Waist down, she wore a white garter belt, with the straps extending down to matching sheer thigh highs with white lace top trims.

Or in other words, she was freakin' hot as hell.

Eventually swallowing his lust, Daniel walked towards the middle as her entrance music died down, restoring the arena lights back to normal.

After doing a brief leg stretch against the turnbuckle, Cherry sashayed up to meet him as well.

The good news was that she was at most 5'6 barefoot, so he at least had the height advantage, but the bad news was that, well, she was still hot as hell.

Mentally reminding himself not to fall for whatever flirtatious facade she would present, Daniel kept his gaze straight and stoic as she took a moment to fully size him up.

"So, you're Dan Danger?" she grinned at him slyly, her voice almost oozing pure sex as she somehow managed to sound out his ring name in a sexy manner.

Crossing his arms, he replied with confidence, "I am. And just so you know, I'm also the guy who's going to be beating you tonight."

"Oh yeah?" Placing her hands on her hips, she leaned into his space, her lips just inches away from his before her voice dropped down to a husky purr, "And is beating me the only thing you intend to do to me tonight, Dan Danger?"

Shrugging, he told her, "Well, if you really want to know, after I win, I'm going to be fucking you senseless right here in the middle of the ring. So, that'll just depend on how you like it."

In a snap, her previously sultry expression darkened. "The question was rhetorical, honey."

Taking a step back, she smirked at him, "You've got balls, though. I like that in a man."

Cherry then began walking around him, licking her lips hungrily as she fully took in his muscular physique.

"You know what else I like, Daniel?" Her words danced around him like a whisper in the wind.

"Let me guess: pole dancing?" he chuckled lightly, his attempt at humor obviously failing to amuse the blonde.