Tales of the SFL 05: Underdog

"Winner of the third fall with a forced orgasm via handjob/facesit combination, and winner of the match...CHERRY KISS!"

Staring up at the mounted monitor, a sympathetic glint briefly glimmered in Melanie's eyes as the screen transitioned to a closeup of Dan Danger's defeated face.

Her music now triumphantly blaring all around the arena loudspeakers, Cherry Kiss made a mocking gesture at him before slinking off his deflated chest.

Tossing her blonde hair back, the stripper-turned-sexfighter confidently stood to her feet with a look of pure sexual glee written all over her attractive features.

And despite being nude from head to toe, she almost relished in that fact, letting the overhead lights bathe her womanly curves in a flattering afterglow as she leered down on her now vanquished opponent.

Hands on hips, and breasts jutting out proudly, Cherry planted her bare foot on Daniel's chest to strike a victorious pose for the ringside photographers before turning on her heel and sauntering around the ring to continue basking in her "glory."

Knowing full well what was about to happen, Melanie tore her gaze away from the television monitor and began walking down the backstage corridor.

Dressed rather casually in form fitting jeans and a white SFl T-Shirt, the aptly named Bux Bunny was a stark contrast from all of the other colorfully costumed sexfighters that brushed past her.

"Maybe next time, Dan," she thought to herself, spotting out her periphery a red haired woman snickering as she saw the post-match stipulation of Dan and Cherry's match being carried out in full on her cellphone.

"Did you see bitch boy's face when I was on the apron?"

Melanie's head immediately perked up towards the sound of the mocking voice, one that she was unfortunately all too familiar with.

Pausing mid-step, she could only look on as the devious duo of Shock and Awe confidently sauntered past her, having just emerged from the staging area.

"No, I was too busy kicking his teeth in. He'll be feeling that next week," Jenny smirked back at her proudly.

"You mean, if he shows up next week," Katie reminded her, adding in a patronizing purr, "The poor rookie's gonna be so embarrassed when he finds out the whole world saw him get it on with Cherry's ass. But then again, he probably enjoyed it, too."

"Not as much as I'm going to enjoy kicking his green ass for real, next time I see him," Shock promised her buxom partner, as the two rounded a corner.

Waiting until they had fully disappeared, Melanie fished her iPhone out of her pocket and started forward, ignoring the various pockets of wrestlers continuing to watch the post match footage on the monitors.

In the midst of sending Daniel a reassuring text, she sighed only to suddenly bump into something, or rather, someone.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to-" Melanie faltered in her hasty apology as the man turned around to face her.

His cocky grin immediately catching her off-guard, the blonde rookie looked up at the now bare chest of one of the League's brightest up-and-coming male sexfighters.

"No need to apologize, uh, Bunny isn't it?" Jake smiled at her, sporting a Herculean physique quite befitting of his ring name, Apollo.

"Um...yeah," she nearly stammered, still slightly starstruck by his quite intimidating stature.

Towering above her with a wet towel draped around his shoulder, he was dressed only in a pair of black sweatpants and sneakers with a visible glean of sweat covering his chest.

"You know, I saw your match with that Ace loser a few weeks back. My girl was having her match, and I needed something to jerk off too in the meanwhile. But for a newbie, you knew your way around a ring. Sure, the kid got some good hits in but by the end he was practically passed out in that headscissors of yours," Jake complimented her, though in somewhat of a smug tone.

Crossing her arms, she replied confidently, "Well, he underestimated me. I've found that most guys around here tend to do that."

His smile widened. "Between you and me, babe, I'm not 'most guys.' Matter of fact, you could almost call me a god among men."

Flexing his impressive-looking biceps, he added, "The ladies sure think so."

"Well, I'm not 'most ladies,' now am I?" Melanie shot right back at him playfully.

Smirking, he leaned against a nearby table. "We should get together sometime, Bunny. Maybe train or something."

"Sorry, but I already have a training partner," she replied simply.

"Fair enough, but whenever you want to learn from the best, I'm not too hard to find," he told her, running a sweaty hand through his raven hair.

"Noted. Well, I won't hold you up from your workout, then," she started to excuse herself, only to find Jake's imposing figure standing in her path.

"We should get together sometime in the ring, Bunny," he smiled down on her, adding with a sly grin, "You know, if you think you're ready."

Not deterred by his brazenness, she looked up at him and fired back in kind, "You sure I'm the one who needs to be ready?"

Somewhat impressed that the petite blonde had stood her ground, he finally nodded, "You've got a mouth on you, babe. I'm liking the trash talk already, but..."

His facial expression suddenly darkened a bit. "We all know what mouths like yours are really good for."

Melanie bit her lip but said nothing as he cocked one last smug grin, "I'll see you around, babe."

Brushing past her, he started whistling as his muscled body finally disappeared around the corner.

His last words remained in her head as she returned back to her phone and continued walking.

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"Hah!" Melanie's sneakered foot exploded into the punching boot for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Adjusting her form slightly, she took a heavy breath as the dense material only gave a little bit to her now perfected roundhouse.

Dressed in her usual pink tank top and yoga pants, the blonde sexfighter finally relaxed her stance and wiped at her sweat-drenched forehead.

Obviously still feeling the effects of her hour-plus workout, she eventually trudged back towards the practice ring, currently occupied by no one.

Her legs still slightly sore from the usual kickboxing routine, Melanie nearly collapsed against the ring apron, but not before producing her phone.

Unlocking it, she wasn't at all surprised by her text message notifications, or more specifically, the lack thereof.

"Still nothing," she sighed to herself, sliding it back into her pocket and picking up her duffel bag.

It had been a week since her partner's quite humiliating defeat at the hands of Cherry Kiss albeit with some assistance, and since then the characteristically upbeat and confident sexfighter had been uncharacteristically silent and almost secluded from the rest of the locker room.

She had been texting him nonstop, even talking to his trainer, Sam Stillwater, but for the most part Dan Danger had simply been nonexistent in her life.

Glaring up at the empty ring, a flicker of memory briefly crossed Melanie's face as she remembered the many training sessions they had had together.

That alone seemed to finally bring a smile to her exhausted expression, but it was gone just as quickly as it appeared.

***

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my special guest at this time... Cherry Kiss!"

Strutting into view, the always stunning blonde flashed a sultry wink at the camera as she stood opposite the female interviewer.

Dressed in a slim crimson dress that ended just below her hips and matching strappy heels, Cherry's sexy look far contrasted Missy Thompson, the interviewer, who simply wore a sensible black skirt and white blouse.

"Now Cherry, last week you defeated Dan Danger in what some would call, 'controversial fashion.' In fact, even some of your colleagues have made it known that if not for the sudden interference of Shock and Awe, the match result would've been very different for you and most certainly for Dan. What do you have to say to that?" Missy first questioned the sexfighter, who responded naturally with an exaggerated sigh.

"Missy, do I look like someone who gives a damn about what my peers have to say?" she pointed out somewhat irritably, before continuing on in an increasingly condescending tone, "Look, Daniel is a fine little wrestler. He's got potential, for sure. But guess what, honey? Potential doesn't cut it here."

Her lips curled into a smug sneer as she stared into Missy's slightly skeptical expression, "I beat him, because I was the better sexfighter. Now, ask me another stupid question."

"No offence Cherry, but by all accounts, Dan Danger had the match won. It could certainly be argued that it was the direct interference of those two that led to you being victorious in the first place. Of course, we could always replay footage of the match leading up to that-" Before Thompson could finish her statement, Cherry held her hand up in a conceding gesture.

Swallowing what seemed like a sizable chunk of her ego, she reluctantly admitted, "Fine, Daniel came close. Closer than most. But come on, Missy. You didn't actually think I was going to lose to that stupid finisher of his, now did you?"

"Sure looked like it," Missy replied with a shrug.

It was becoming more and more of a challenge for the former stripper to maintain her distractingly beautiful grin, but upon thinking to herself, her blue eyes slowly turned seductive.

"Look, you can think what you want about the match, Missy. I know Daniel does, because deep down, he knows just how close he was to fucking me senseless right in the middle of that ring. But instead of getting to enjoy my sweet pussy, he got to worship my ass like a little bitch," she grinned, absolutely relishing every word spoken as she turned to face the camera directly.

"I know you're watching this, Daniel. See, I'm about to move on to bigger and better things: championships, tournaments, real men who can actually fuck me. But you, baby, you just can't stop thinking about those 60 seconds your lips were all over my ass. And who could blame you? Anyone in that arena would do anything to spend that much time worshiping me, but you got to live the dream. Shame those 60 seconds are all you're gonna get, though."

Taking a step back after finishing her taunting, she resumed her usual seductive poise as the slightly taken aback Missy found the words to her final question.

"Well, you beat Dan Danger, and as you put it, you're off to 'bigger and better things' now. My final question to you, Cherry, is this: how do you feel?"

Taking a breath, the blonde took a moment to come up with a response, before it finally came to her.

"I feel like getting laid," she smirked at the camera, before sauntering away.

***

Knock Knock!

The sudden rapping on her locker room door immediately captivated Melanie's attention, after it was so focused in on the Cherry Kiss backstage interview.

Pressing pause on the video, she gently placed her laptop down and got up from her couch.

Having just freshened up from a shower, she finished combing her still damp blonde locks back over her shoulder and headed towards the door.

"Well, it's about time," she thought to herself excitedly, now in her jeans and T-shirt as she reached the door.

Squeezing the doorknob, she opened up fully expecting to see Dan Danger.

But instead, Melanie came face-to-face, or rather face-to-breast, with The Goddess herself.

Towering above the petite woman, the blonde bombshell truly was a beauty of mythical proportions.

Rocking a pair of tight jeans, heels, and a midriff-baring white sports bra that just barely contained her quite impressive cleavage, Kenzie wore a grin of complete superiority as she leered down on the much smaller woman.

"Melanie, right?" she finally smiled.

"Um, yeah. Not that I'm not happy to see you Kenzie, but I wasn't exactly expecting-"

"You weren't expecting to have someone as hot as me brighten up your day, right?" Kenzie finished her sentence, sounding half amused and half smug as she continued on, "Listen, do you mind if we talk a bit? Just a little girl talk, yeah?"

Feeling like she would regret this sooner rather than later, Melanie reluctantly shrugged yes.

"Awesome!" Briefly looking both ways to ensure no one was currently watching them, Kenzie asked her, "So, how have you been settling in to the SFL so far?"

Sighing, Melanie confessed to the veteran sexfighter, "Decent, I guess. My big debut didn't exactly go as planned, but Daniel earned the win fair and square, so I can't complain. I beat that Ace guy a few weeks back, but since then I haven't really been booked in anything. Maybe the Commissioner just doesn't see anything in me."

"Babe, she totally sees something in you. You wouldn't be here if she didn't," Kenzie pointed out to her encouragingly.

A small grin appeared on Melanie's face. "I appreciate that Kenzie, but I've been training for almost a month now and no one's even challenged me."

Taking a breath, Kenzie seemed to relive some old memories of her own before sharing them with the petite woman, "Look Melanie, when I was just starting out, no one took me seriously. But I had to make them take me seriously. And sure, I became a bit of a bitch along the way..."

"A bit of one?" Melanie thought to herself bemusedly but didn't dare voice aloud.

"But the bottom line was I became the baddest bitch in this whole place. And now, almost anyone who's been in the ring with me practically worships at my feet when I walk past them. That's called grabbing your opportunities by the throat, and not letting go until you get exactly what you want."

Melanie couldn't help but start to question the actual point of Kenzie's big speech here, seeing as how the two had no in-ring history prior to this.

"So, uh, not that I'm not super appreciative and all, but why are you telling me all this now?" Melanie finally spoke up.

Kenzie continued smiling at her, until finally she wasn't.

"Because you're my next victim."

And with that, she suddenly blasted Melanie square in the face with a thunderous right hand, instantly knocking her flat on the back.

Thrown for a loop, she could do little more than grunt out in pain as the back of her head hit the carpeted floor.

Casually entering her locker room, The Goddess took a curious look around before returning her sights back on the prone woman.

"You met my boyfriend last week, Apollo. To be frank, he wants to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you." She then punctuated her sentence by kicking Melanie hard in the gut, forcing her to taste the ground once again.

"And as you can tell, I'm a bit of a jealous bitch. See, he wanted a match with you, but since I'm the brains of the operation, I naturally came up with a better idea," she explained, kneeling down next to Melanie's wincing grimace.

"Things haven't been going well for me lately, Mel. Somehow, that fuckboy Justin managed to beat me, and take MY fucking spot in the Ruler of the Ring Tournament. You believe that shit?"

Melanie could only groan in response as she clutched at her sides.

Ignoring her painful noises, Kenzie continued to rant, "I am a fucking goddess, and I didn't even get to the second round. Can you even imagine how fucking bullshit that sounds?"

"What does that...have to do...with me?" the slightly groggy blonde finally croaked up at her.

"Oh Melanie," she cooed down at her, affectionately stroking the petite woman's hair before whispering into her ear, "This has everything to do with you."

"Jake's taken quite a liking to you, and I like to keep my man happy. So normally, I'd just let him deal with you, but unfortunately for you I'm really been needing to let off some steam." Pausing for effect, she added mockingly, "So, congratulations Mel! You're getting that third match after all."

Melanie's eyes immediately widened as a flurry of emotions hit her following Kenzie's announcement, but perhaps none were more profound than the overwhelming fear and panic that clouded her eyes once she realized just what she was in for.

"So once I'm doing beating the shit out of you out there, Jake is going to fuck the shit out of you," the veteran taunted her one last time, her words cutting deep inside the rookie as she finally stood up.

Cocking one hip out to the side, the self-proclaimed goddess of the SFL gave one last dismissive scoff at the still struggling sexfighter before turning on her heel.

Over her shoulder, she called out, "Once you pick yourself up, I'll be waiting in the ring, but not too long, okay babe? If I have to come back here again, I won't be so nice."

And with that, she left the locker room, leaving the completely shaken Melanie alone to fully process what had just happened.

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As the show returned from the commercial break, the ring announcer gave his signature smile as the crowd came alive once again for what was sure to be an interesting matchup.

Holding the microphone up, he boomed out to the thousands of spectators, "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for three falls. Introducing first..."

A musical explosion of majestic drums and screeching guitars heralded the arrival of the godly couple.

Strutting first out of the curtains, Kenzie very much evoked the Greek Goddess of Beauty, Aphrodite, as she struck her signature regal pose on top of the ramp.

Her long blonde hair seamlessly flowed down her shoulders as her piercing blue eyes dismissively stared into the mass of humanity currently in awe of her.

She wore her traditional black bra-and-panties combo, perfectly showcasing all of her voluptuous feminine curves in all the right places.

Letting the thousands of male (and possibly female) eyes drink in her tanned beauty a moment longer, she almost lazily stretched her dainty hand out to her left, waiting impatiently until a much larger masculine one took it.

Going down on one knee beside her, Jake planted an affectionate kiss on the top of her knuckles as she looked on approvingly.

He too was dressed in his ring attire, consisting only of his black wrestling briefs and matching boots.

"Accompanied by Apollo, get ready to bow down to...THE GODDESS!"

Flipping her hair back over her shoulder with her black-haired champion by her side, Kenzie started forward with her hands on her hips, and a very confident swagger in her step.

As her music continued to play, she enjoyed a very favorable reception from the audience, with many in the front rows still captivated by her beauty up close.

Walking up the steel steps, she crossed her arms expectantly as Jake climbed up the ring apron and spread the top and middle ropes apart.

Elegantly stepping inside to finally grace the squared circle with her presence, the blonde brushed past the referee and confidently began lounging in her corner in await of her opponent.

Dropping down to a kneeling position in front of her, Jake watched the entrance in equal anticipation as her music finally died down.

And as if on cue, the sound of seductive laughter erupted from the arena loudspeakers.

"Now introducing her opponent, from Miami, Florida, and weighing in at 115 pounds..."

Melanie finally stepped out of the curtain to a very positive reception, bringing a gracious smile to her still hesitant expression.

"Give it up for...BUX BUNNY!" Wearing her usual all-white attire of a silky jacket, bra, and panties, the petite sexfighter quickly focused her eyes down on the veteran couple in the ring.