W.S.E.W Cin Slam Pt. 01

The W.S.E.W opened to a packed crowed in Cincinnati this week. Hosted in a small stadium near the airport, the most rowdy and ornery of the city's citizens have come to watch some hot and heavy catfights -A demand which Lana was more than happy to deliver-.

Due to legal reasons, Paul was barred from ever stepping foot inside Ohio again. This meant that tonight's show would be organized by his assistant manager, Lana Binetti. At age 36, the sultry Italian-American became a valuable asset to Paul. Lana was always coming up with new ideas on how to make the matches more fun and interesting, and signed on several now famous wrestlers -including the current Amazonian Champ, Rosie Rocket-. She has proven herself time and again so Paul wasn't too concerned about taking the night off and leaving her in charge.

Standing at 5'8", Lana wore a tight fitting business suit with a short skirt line that showed off her sleek long legs and 38DD breasts. Her wavy long brown hair bounced with each step she took and her red painted nails and lipstick gave her the appearance of a woman that should be both feared and desired.

She watched the show from a manager's office, sitting on a leather chair and holding a wine glass. A dark-haired piece of fluff called Crystal poured her drink and practically purred as the acting manager wrapped her arm around her and squeezed one of her D cup breasts. Lana was definitely going to have her own private wrestling match after the show. It was good to be the boss.

Turning her attention back to the large plasma screen, Lana smiled as the announcer began the introductions for the first of tonight's matches. The crowed also showed their excitement by hooting and hollering when they were told it was a civilian grudge match.

While the majority of the matches were between the wrestlers, W.S.E.W also allowed local non-pros to step in the ring and settle their own issues. These became very popular as it both allowed the people to see a flat-out heated catfight by two women who had reasons to loathe each other and the company didn't have to pay out to the fighters. Just giving a couple of women a chance to dig their claws into each other was all the payment they needed. And tonight's bout was quite a common scene as it all began over a guy.

John was your regular businessman: charming, handsome -but not on movie star level-, and rising quickly within his company. When someone like that comes around, most women will try hard to snag him. The only thing that kept them at bay was the wedding ring on his finger. Well, almost all of them.

Sharon was one of the businesswomen of the company who worked in the same floor as John. She was the strong confident type who got whatever she wanted. And the second she saw John, she definitely wanted him. It didn't matter to her that he was married, a man like that deserves a woman who was as goal driven and strong as he was; A woman such as herself.

Over the course of several months, Sharon repeatedly made passes at John. She would gently brush her fingers across his crotch with a sly smirk when they were in the elevator, bend over pretending to pick something up to show him her firm ass and silky panties, and even pressed her boobs on the back of his head whenever she would show an interest in what he was working on. Little by little, she chipped away at his resolve until it all came to a head during a business trip.

Sharon pulled some strings that would assure she and John would be sent alone to Miami to broker a deal involving a crucial merger. Once they were there, Sharon put on the most revealing bikini she could get, and went right to John's room to ask his "opinion" on it. From there, it didn't take much to get the desired results. John pulled her into the room and fucked her like a man possessed. In one night, John gave her more explosive orgasms than any other man before ever did.

Sharon's mind was a haze with lust and desire. Her feelings of wanting John quickly turned into NEEDING him instead. She was addicted to him now and yearned for more.

The whole week, John and Sharon played two different roles. In public, they were a power team that worked hard to broker one of the biggest mergers of their company. In private, they were passionate lovers fucking like rabbits in heat. Sharon couldn't get enough of John's dick and would even squat down and suck it on those risky elevator rides to their room. By the end of the week, John's balls were drained, and his desire for Sharon was just as intense.

Their affair went on for several months afterwards. John telling his wife he had to work late all the while filling up Sharon's holes and stuffing her tits into his mouth. Sharon loved the passion and she loved John. She wanted more from him, but whenever she brought it up, he would stall. Apparently, even though he loved her tool, he still loved his wife as well. Sharon realized he was too conflicted to make a decision... So, she made it for him.

Stephanie was your modern-day housewife. She worked from home as a financial advisor for her own small company and did her best to accommodate her clients via FaceTime as it gave her extra time to keep her home clean.

On a day like any other, Stephanie was working on the records for one of her oldest clients when she received an e-mail. She would have just deleted it, but the subject read "John's secret". Alarmed, she clicked on the e-mail and was filled with shock. In the message held a video clip that showed her husband fucking a woman she had never met before. Her shock quickly gave way to rage and as soon as John got home, she demanded an explanation. John broke down and told Stephanie all about Sharon and their affair. He expected his wife to storm off right then and there, but to his surprise she did the exact opposite.

Grabbing her husband, Stephanie tossed him into their sofa, straddled him, and began to fuck his brains out. Steph was the captain of her high school soccer team, captain of the debate team, and graduated valedictorian. She was too competitive and prideful to ever give up. John was hers, and she'll be damn if she lets some work slut take him from her. After john passed out from several hours of intense love making, Stephanie immediately took pictures of her well fucked, cum-filled pussy and ass, and sent them in a reply message with the words "He's mine" above them. From there things just got worse.

Infuriated things didn't go get way, Sharon quickly called John's phone. Sure enough, Stephanie answered. The two women got into a heated argument, threatening to tear each other apart if they didn't back off. Sharon called Steph a frigid sow and Steph replied by calling her a cheap office toy. Finally, they both agreed to settle things and chose the W.S.E.W arena as their battleground.

When Lana heard about the whole thing, she smiled at the opportunity to help solve this love triangle. But she thought that anything done there should be official. Lana told them that their match would be a walking papers match. Hanging above the ring would be a briefcase, and inside it would be both a letter of resignation from John and Sharon's company and divorce papers. The first woman who climbed a ladder and grabbed the briefcase wins John. The loser would leave for good. To make things even more interesting, the case will also hold a contract that says the loser will be the winner's servant for a weekend.

Neither Sharon nor Stephanie expected such a proposal. They knew it would be dangerous, but neither wanted to back down. Their pride as well as the man they love was on the line. After both women signed their respective papers, Lana shook their hands and began to set everything up.

Now, the arena was electric from the anticipation. Outside of the ring, four ladders were placed parallel to each of its sides. At two separate corners were duffel bags filled with whatever toys the winner chose to use in the loser. Above the ring, dangling from a chain was the briefcase that would determine one woman's fate. And at the commentators table sat John waiting on nervous excitement for what was about to happen.

Stephanie was the first to come out. Classic rock music played as she walked down to the ring wearing a long pink robe. At 5 '6", her pinkish white face was decorated with matching pink lip gloss and red eyeliner, her shoulder length straw blonde hair was tied up in a knot.

As soon as she stepped into the ring, she turned towards John and slipped off her robe revealing a pink lace bra and panties that fit snugly to her skin body and gave her size 32 C cups a modest boost. She walked to her corner and stood there waiting for her opponent.

She didn't have to wait long as Sharon strutted out from the back to a sultry jazz music. Wearing red lipstick and Smokey rogue makeup, Sharon wore her black business suit that was almost as revealing as Lana's and had her long auburn hair tied into a ponytail.

She sauntered into the ring and also turned towards John. With a wink, she shook her hair loose and tore off her suit to reveal a black lace bra and thong with matching belt and stockings that flattered her already slightly toned body. Sharon ran her hands across her massive chest and blew a kiss to John. As she turned around to move to her corner, she was blindsided by an open hand slap right across her face. An angry Steph grabbed her hair and dragged the screaming mistress to the nearest post. The ref signaled for the bell and the already underway match officially began.

Maintaining her grip on her hair, Steph slammed Sharon's head against the ring post three, four, five times before dragging her to the middle of the ropes. Once there, she kneed Sharon in the gut two times, one so hard that the woman was lifted off her feet, and then dropped her neck on the middle rope and leaned on her back with the same knee. Sharon coughed and gagged as her throat was closed off. Desperately, she tried to pry Steph's hands off of her but they were gripped too tight. After a few moments of this, Steph jumped up and pressed her entire body weight into Sharon's back before letting the rope slingshot her to the mat.

Sharon held her throat and coughed as her eyes watered. She didn't get much of a reprieve before Steph came up and started to stomp her stomach, tits, and head. A welt began to form on the top of her head and she groaned with each kick as Steph kept shouting "Get up, slut! Get up and fight!" Steph took her foot and slammed hard onto Sharon's left tit and pressed her weight into it. Sharon screamed from the pain as Steph sneered. "You fat whore!" She growled while slamming her foot into Steph's breast again and again. "You think you're going to take my man?! I'll rip those silicone udders off before-" Steph's threat was cut short as Sharon reached out and grabbed her other foot, tugging it hard and sending her falling on her back. Snarling, Sharon pulled Steph's leg to the side and drove her fist right into her crotch.

Steph shot up eyes closed and howling like a wounded animal from the shock before rolling onto her side and into a fetal position holding her crotch with both hands. Sharon got up and grabbed Steph's leg and wrenched it to the side again. Steph tried to kick Sharon off, but a stomp to the crotch left her screaming and crying.

"I can see why John wanted my pussy." Sharon yelled. "Yours smells like a fish cannery in mid-June!" Sharon then sent several more kicks to Steph's crotch. Steph was flopping on the ground groaning as her pussy started to throb with the pain.

Sharon slung Steph's feet to the ground and grabbed her head. Taking her by the ponytail, Sharon dragged her screaming opponent to the nearest corner. She kicked her hard in the temple and Steph lay sprawled out. Sharon climbed the first two buckles and then jumped landing her knees across Steph's tits.

Steph groaned in pain from the impact. Sharon then straddled her and ripped off her top. She then unhooked her own bra and pressed her chest hard against Steph's, her huge DD's completely covering the taller girl's smaller bust. She leaned in and whispered into Steph's ear. "By the way: mine are 100% real, and John just loves to suck on them." She then moved up and began to smother steph with her chest. Steph's legs kicked and flailed wildly as she struggled to breathe. "Maybe if you had some tits of your own, he'd find you slightly more attractive." She sat up into a straddling position and Steph gasped and coughed for air. Smiling, Sharon followed this up by grabbing Steph's head and sending several punches to her face. Bruises started to appear on her face as the crowd counted along with each blow 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12. Her arm began to tire so Sharon finished the barrage with a sick head-butt. Their temples collided with a crack and Steph fell back, eyes closed and chest heaving.

Slightly woozy from the impact, Sharon stood up and looked down at the battered wife with an evil grin. Sharon stepped out of the ring and bent over to pick up a ladder. But then she stopped and decided to walk over to the commentators table. She pressed her body against John's and kisses him deeply, taking her hand and undoing his pants to strike his very erect cock. Smiling, she moaned "Not much longer till this is all mine," She said sliding to her knees and stroking the hard cock in her hands. "But for now, I'll settle for a little taste." Sharon then gobbled up John's dick and sucked and bobbed her head up and down it.

It didn't take long for John to cum and Sharon sucked it all down. Unfortunately, Sharon was too preoccupied to notice that Steph crawled out of the ring and was stalking her from behind. Enraged, she grabbed Sharon's head and whipped it back and slammed it down to her moving knee. The impact left Sharon unconscious on the ground. A splatter of blood streaked across the floor.

"I hope you have to eat through a straw now, whore!" Steph shouted down at her. She grabbed Sharon's hair and pulled her to her knees. Not satisfied, she grabbed both of her tits and dug her nails deep into them, pulling hard. Sharon screamed and tried to pull Steph off her, but it was futile. Desperate, Sharon instead pulled Steph's arms and had her tipple sideways. Steph's head bounced off the ladder. She clutched the side of her head while Sharon got up and picked the ladder up and drove it right into Steph's exposed gut. Steph cried out and tried to crawl to her side, but Sharon brought the ladder down again in her head. Sharon laid there not moving and groaning as Sharon slid the ladder into the ring and followed behind.

Sharon propped the ladder up, but fear of being jumped again, turned to see where Steph was. Surprisingly, Steph was once again up to her feet. If anything, Sharon had to admire her tenacity. Sharon rolled out of the ring and walked over to Steph. The taller woman tried to punch Sharon, but in her fatigued state, Sharon could see it coming and blocked it before sending a hard slap across Steph's face.

Steph stumbled to her knees in a daze as Sharon stood over her and laughed. She grabbed the wife by her hair hard enough to undo the knot before slamming her face against the ring mat three times and hurling her into the ring. Following behind, Sharon just laughed as Steph tried to get to her feet again. Confident, Sharon let her stand and waved her hands daring her to come at her. Steph took two steps before Sharon sent her foot right into her gut, causing her to double over. She then took Steph's arm and slung her to the nearest ring post. Sharon hit it with a thud and slid down to the bottom rope.

Sharon kicked her to her back and then placed her foot across her neck and pressed down hard. Steph's legs kicked wildly as she grabbed Sharon's foot and tried to remove it, but Sharon held the ropes for leverage. After a while she moved her foot and picked Steph up by her shoulders, slamming her back hard against the post and holding her there. Steph was leaning against the post, barely standing on her own. Sharon cupped her face hard forced her to lock eyes. There was nothing but hate and contempt behind Sharon's cold blue eyes.

"John's mine now, cow." She spat in Steph's face. "Say it. Say he's mine and I'll end this quickly." Tears coming from her face, Steph just shook her head and repeatedly said "No". Snarling, Sharon punched Steph repeatedly in the gut and delivered several backhand slaps to her face. She took her nails and raked them hard across Steph's tits causing new screams of agony to come from her opponent. When she was sure she wouldn't move, Sharon went over to the ladder, folded it up and with a primalistic roar, ran full speed towards Steph, ramming it right into her stomach. Steph dangled by her arms after the impact, half -conscious and fighting to hold the tears in.

Sharon decided it was time to finish her off. Dropping the ladder, she lifted the rubber legged wife up, got behind her and raised her arms while locking her own hands around the back of her head. "Say goodnight, bitch!" She hissed as the weary wife shook her head more frantically and tried to get loose. She let out a terrified scream that was ended when Sharon drove her into a full-nelson face buster right onto the ladder. Steph lay sprawled across the metal ladder, her body limp and unmoving. Sharon got to her feet knowing that Steph wasn't going to be getting up again.

Sliding her opponent off the ladder and onto her back, Sharon looked down at the unconscious woman with a smirk. She took a moment to place her foot on Steph's face and laugh. "Stupid sow." Sharon chuckled. "If only you knew when you were beaten".

Free of any obstruction, Sharon grabbed the ladder and propped it up once more. With the ref holding it steady, she climbed to the very top, reached out for the briefcase, and blew John a kiss before unhooking it and smiling as the match bell rang.

As the crowd cheered, Sharon climbed down the ladder and jumped into the open arms of John. She kissed him deeply, and laughed. He was hers now, and nothing will change that. Then she took another glanced at her fallen rival and got a wicked grin. Now it was time for her to play.

Giving John a quick kiss, Sharon told him to stand right there before heading over to her corner and picking up her duffel bag. She unzipped a side pocket and pulled out a smelling salt packet. Waving it over Steph's face, she waited until the blonde started to regain consciousness before giving her a hard slap that completely woke her up. Trying to understand what was going on, Steph's eyes darted around until finally locked onto the face of the woman she despised, straddling her stomach with a briefcase.

Steph broke down into tears. Her uncontrollable sobbing was a sweet melody to Sharon, and the dirty red-haired vixen soaked it all in. She let Steph cry for a moment or so before slapping her across the face again.

"Enough of that noise bitch!" She barked. "You lost, so now you have to uphold the agreement." Sharon opened the briefcase and pulled out the divorce papers and a pen. She shoved the papers into Steph's face. "Sign them!" Steph glared at Sharon through her tear stained eyes. She may have lost, but she wouldn't give up her marriage so easily. She loved John, and she'll never let this harpy have him. That's exactly what Sharon wanted.

Leaning back, Sharon snaked her hand down Steph's panties and dug three fingers into her pussy. Steph screamed as Sharon yanked and stretched her pussy lips out, pulling so hard that her pelvic region lifted into the air. She tried to lash out at her attacker but her arms wouldn't move. She stretched her neck back and her heart sank. John was kneeling over her, pinning her arms with a smirk on his face. She couldn't believe what she was seeing and Sharon just laughed while torturing her pussy even more.