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The Pleasure Bowl

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The Pleasure Bowl
« on: May 17, 2015, 11:06:11 PM »
   “Laaaaaaaadies and gentlemen, welcome one and all to the FIRST EVER Pleasure Bowl!” announced Gordie Wilson, clad in a shiny white suit and a purple tie, as the crowd cheered this announcement, “This is a gauntlet style match, with only two ladies fighting at any time! When one is eliminated by being made to orgasm, another will come out, until the last two ladies are in the ring and it changes to Pleasureful Knockout Rules, where the loser is the one who can't answer a ten count after being made to orgasm. Other than that? No rules! Anything goes!”

   This, too, got a cheer from the crowd and Gordie took a step towards the ring ropes to leave, before smacking himself in the head.

   “I almost forgot! The WINNER of this match not only gets an AWESOME little trophy, but $50,000 dollars, as well!,” he said, pointing towards a table where a big gold trophy of a nude woman sat next to a glass case filled with bundles of money, “As for how many lovely ladies have signed up to take part in this match? Well... that's for THEM to know, and YOU to find out. So who's ready to get these festivities started, huh?”

   The crowd shouted out a hearty, “HELL YEAH!!!”

   “That's what I thought,” said Gordie, grinning and slipping out of the ring, “Let's bring out our first two participants! Iiiiiiintroducing first....”

   After a few moments, “Rainy Days And Mondays” started playing over the arena speakers and it's singer, Emmy Rossum, popped out from behind the entrance curtains.

   {alt}

   Clad in a black and white polka dot bikini set and white wrestling boots, she hopped nervously at the top of entrance ramp for a few seconds, smiling as she basked in the cheers of the crowd.

   “She is the Goooooolden Voice, EMMYYYYYY ROOOOSSUUUUUUUUUM!!!!”

   Hearing her name announced, Emmy shot down the ramp like a rocket, and in a hell of an athletic display she leaped onto the ring apron and then flipped over the ropes, landing on her feet and stretching out her arms to cheers from the crowd. She grinned as the crowd continued to cheer for her as she made her way to her corner, but she was nervous. For one, she wasn't the best sexfighter around, exactly, and it didn't help not knowing who was going to come out from behind those entrance curtains and how many other ladies she might have to eliminate to actually win. But she KNEW she was a damn good fighter, and she was going to be relying on that fact to wear down her opponents and take them out, one by one. That cash prize and that trophy was as good as hers.

   “Annnnd her opponent...”

   A few moments after Emmy's music died down, it was replaced by Katy Perry's “I Kissed A Girl”, prompting a huge reaction from the crowd and Emmy's smile to slowly disappear into an 'oh, shit', expression. Because from out behind the entrance curtains burst another gorgeous brunette, clad in a blue buttoned up shirt that was see through enough to show she wasn't wearing anything underneath, white cargo short shorts, and a pair of blue wrestling boots. And she was staring at Emmy from the top of the ramp, looking her up and down, licking her lips.

   “She is one half of the Sexaholics.... a four time EFW Seductress Title holder.... and the self-proclaimed Sexfight Queen.... CALIIIIII LOOOOOOOOGAAAAAAN!!!”

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   Well shit, thought Emmy, as Cali started making her way down the ramp, pumping her fist in the air, pyros going off after every pump. She had figured she'd eventually have to face Cali eventually, if she'd made it long enough into this match. But to have to face such a heavyweight SO SOON?!? She was hoping to have a little momentum on her side first. But then again, thought Emmy, starting to grin a little, if she could beat Cali? Now THAT would be a good dose of momentum.

   Cali had been thinking, too, though, as she made her way down the ramp. As both a great wrestler AND a great sexfighter, she was probably one of the favourites to win this thing. But to have to come out first – technically, second – well... that might put a crimp into the dream of winning. But Cali had great stamina. She just needed to start taking out her opponents as quick as possible to save it up for later battles. And – she thought, as she slipped in through the ropes – she was going to have to start with Emmy. But that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself...

   DING DING DING!!!

   As the two made their way to the center of the ring, Cali suddenly burst forwards, stretching out her arm and smashing it against Emmy's neck to clothesline her to the mat. Cali then took a few steps forwards - away from Emmy – and as she started to get up, Cali sent her left leg backwards, her boot smashing right into the side of Emmy's head. Emmy rolled with the blow all the way to the ropes, where she started to pull herself up by the ropes, until she felt Cali's arms around her waist. Emmy held on to the ropes as Cali tried to yank her off of them and, when she finally did, she tossed her backwards with a Release German Suplex! But Emmy landed on her feet, and as Cali pushed herself up to her knees, Emmy spun around, snapping a roundhouse kick into the back of her head.

   Cali slumped forwards holding the back of her head, hearing and feeling the patter of running feet behind her, and then the twang of the ring ropes before that same patter started making it's way back to her. There was a burst of air above her, like someone jumping over her and then the thump of a landing and then the patter started again, and then – again – the twang of the ring ropes. At that point she looked up, right into Emmy's boots as she dropkicked the seated Cali in the face. Cali fell back, holding her face and – as she did – Emmy slid right in beside her head, trapping her arms as well as she wrapped her legs around Cali's neck. Immediately, Cali started to struggle as her wrists and neck were squeezed up inside of Emmy's scissors, the woman with the Golden Voice getting a grin on her face at the gurgling noises coming out of Cali's mouth.

   “You know, I thought it'd be a LOT harder than this,” said Emmy, with a particularly hard squeeze of her legs, not noticing Cali's closest hand inching closer and closer to Emmy's crotch since she was too busy starting to unbutton Cali's shirt, “But, as they say... c'est la vie.”

   Emmy had gotten three buttons undone – and revealed a little bit of Cali's bare breasts – when Cali's hand had inched close enough that she could clamp a claw onto Emmy's crotch. And clamp it on she did, Emmy immediately howling in pain and giving another good squeeze before releasing and attempting to get to her feet. But Cali still had the crotch claw clamped on, so Emmy had to crawl to the ropes, taking Cali with her, using the ropes to slowly get to her feet, all the while groaning in pain, eyes bulging bigger than usual.

   Finally on her feet after half a minute of using the ropes to help her up, Emmy hopped around until Cali's back was to the ropes, at which point she smashed an elbow into Cali's jaw. Cali released her claw, and Emmy took off for the ropes at the opposite side of the ring, bounced off of them and came speeding back at Cali. When she got close, she leapt into the air, looking to wrap her legs around Cali's neck again, spin around, and hurricanrana her out of the ring. She succeeded partly, but when she wrapped her legs around Cali's neck, the SoCal sensation suddenly grabbed her legs, holding tight as she lifted Emmy up slightly and then slammed her down onto the mat with a powerbomb. Not letting up, wanting to take all the rest of the fight out of Emmy right here and right now, Cali dragged the shell shocked singer back to her feet, kneed her in the crotch, shoved her head between her legs, and lifted her up into the air again. Cali took a few steps into the middle of the ring, spun around a few times and – again – smashed the now barely conscious Emmy into the mat with her signature Spinning Powerbomb, the Bait & Switch.

   Bait & Switch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7w7E5Ohtvs

   “As much as I'd love to play with you some more,” said Cali, taking a seat on Emmy's stomach and non-chalantly sliding Emmy's bikini bottoms down and off her legs, baring her freshly shaved pussy to the crowd, “We both know I don't have time for that. I mean... I have lord knows how many other girls to deal with still. So the sooner you sing for me the better.”

   Grinning, Cali grabbed one of Emmy's legs and lifted it up, while her free hand started stroking the songbird's most delicate of areas. The moans coming from Emmy were like music to Cali's ears so, feeling her prey start to get wet, she inserted two fingers inside of her, starting to pump them in and out, in and out. Had she more sexfight experience, Emmy might have lasted a little longer but – alas – she didn't, and Cali's magic fingers did their work, exploring her womanhood with every pump. And, after a few minutes of this, Emmy let out a gasp as her body shivered out of control, her big brown eyes grew just a little bit bigger, and her juices flowed out onto Cali's hand. Cali pulled out, released Emmy's leg, stood up, and kicked the defeated battler out of the ring.

   “Emmy Rossum has BEEN eliminated,” announced Gordie, as Cali sucked Rossum's juices off of her fingers, her gaze now on the entrance ramp. After a few seconds, “Stronger” By: Kanye West started to play over the arena speakers and the crowd popped when a tall, gorgeous brunette, clad in a gold bikini and gold bootie shorts with a white cotton shirt open over top, as well as a pair of gold wrestling boots, burst out from behind the entrance curtains.

   {alt}

   “She is the Gold Standard, the Hooooomerun Hottie, and a former EFW Seductress Title holder.... Miiiiiissy PEREGRYYYYYYM!!!”

(To Be Continued!)
« Last Edit: May 18, 2015, 05:10:06 AM by Wiffo »

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Offline Knicks

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Re: The Pleasure Bowl
« Reply #1 on: May 18, 2015, 03:18:17 AM »
Nice start. Can't wait to see where this story goes.

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Re: The Pleasure Bowl
« Reply #2 on: May 18, 2015, 04:54:15 AM »
I can't wait, either. It's all random, actually, so I don't know who's coming out next, though I do have a list of all the ladies that will eventually come out. Didn't even plan for Cali and Emmy to start things off, either. They were just the first two names at the top of the list I threw into Random.org. So... yeah. You guys reading this are in for a treat and I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. :)

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Re: The Pleasure Bowl
« Reply #3 on: May 18, 2015, 08:48:44 AM »
This is a wonderful idea for a story.

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Re: The Pleasure Bowl
« Reply #4 on: May 18, 2015, 05:11:10 PM »
This is a wonderful idea for a story.

Thank you, Vitez. :) And the fun is just getting started. You haven't seen NOTHING yet, hehe.

Anyone reading have any predictions for what goes on between Cali and Missy?

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Re: The Pleasure Bowl
« Reply #5 on: May 19, 2015, 03:01:08 AM »
After taking a few shots from Emmy, Cali be tired. Like to see Missy torture her with different submission holds until Cali faints from the pain and woken then woken up by being pleasured.

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« Reply #6 on: May 22, 2015, 03:48:25 AM »
The irony of this situation was not lost on either lady as they locked eyes with each other, Cali grinning slyly and licking her lips while Missy shadow boxed and jumped up and down slightly nervously at the top of the ramp. Although she was only a one time Seductress title holder, Missy Peregrym had one of the longest title reigns in the EFW, successfully defending her title for over a year and a half. In fact, she had taken the title from Cali Logan in the first place, and defended it successfully against her three or four times during her reign, until, ultimately, LOSING it to Cali after a grueling hour and a half Pleasureful Knockout Match.

   And while, often, a history like that might lead to animosity between two ladies, with Missy and Cali it was the opposite, the two growing to respect each other and become good friends. So when Missy ran down the ramp, tore off her white overshirt, tossed it into the crowd and slid into the ring, only to be met and stunned by an elbow to the back of her neck courtesy of Cali, the bigger brunette didn't blame her one bit because she would have done the exact same thing.

   Cali continued to lay into Missy, with boot after boot to the back, Missy grunting with each blow and struggling to her hands and knees. Cali kept on laying into Missy with kicks but, after another half dozen, Missy managed to catch one and kept hold of it as she pushed herself the rest of the way to her feet. And, with a grin, she yanked Cali back towards her, wrapped her arms around her waist, lifted her up and drove her into the mat with a Belly-To-Belly Suplex.

   Belly-To-Belly Suplex: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3pVgFXifDY

   Not wanting to let up, Missy grabbed Cali's hair, dragging her to her feet and – again – lifted her up into the air, only to drop her, spine first, onto her posted knee with a Backbreaker.

   Over The Knee Backbreaker: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aU-5DNVExxg

   Instead of pushing her off, though, Missy kept Cali on her knee, stretching her back over it with one hand pushing down on her throat, and the other on her navel. After a minute of this torture – and knowing she needed to get out of this sooner, rather than later, Cali's left leg shot up, smacking Missy in the side of the head. She grunted, shocked at the pain, and shoved Cali off her knee. Knowing she needed to keep on top of her, though, Missy pulled her up by the hair and whipped her into the ropes. Missy caught Cali on the way back, lifting her up and spinning her around, looking to her her with a Tilt-A-Wirl Backbreaker but Cali had other ideas, taking control of the situation and locking Missy into her signature Pole Dance submission.

   Pole Dance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OcJdZwA218

   Missy struggled in the submission, as she was being choked out by Cali's legs while one arm  was being nearly wrenched out of it's socket. Slowly losing consciousness, Missy made one last ditch effort to get out, turn her back to the nearest corner and speedily backing up into it. When Cali didn't release her the first time, Missy tried it again and gasped a sigh of relief when Cali finally did, and stumbled forwards holding her throat and trying to wring the pain out of her arm. The relief was short lived, however, as Cali – sitting atop the turnbuckle – leaped off it, grabbing Missy by the back of the head as she went past and driving her friend face first into the mat with a Bulldog.

   Bulldog: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FdEmaptHrq4

   Rolling atop Missy's back, Cali undid the strap of Missy's gold top and – grinning – spun it around and tossed it into the audience. Then, scooting up slightly, she planted her feet, put Missy's arms over her legs, reached won, grabbed Missy under the chin and yanked her head up into a Camel Clutch!

   Camel Clutch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IEfyZfjENQ8

   After a minute or so of this, of wrenching Missy's neck backwards, Cali took one arm away from the hold and sent it underneath, to start mauling Missy's tits, making her screams even louder than before.

   “I'll make those feel better later, babe,” said Cali, grabbing onto the nipple of Missy's left tit and twisting it, “Promise.”

   “And... and I promise,” Missy started to say, grunting, “That your gonna FEEL this, bitch.”

   Howling from the effort, the bigger brunette ripped her arms off of Cali's knees and slowly, surely, pushed herself up to her feet. Desperate, Cali wrapped her arms around Missy's head and legs around her waist, locking in a Body Scissors/Sleeper Hold combo as tight as she could.

   Body Scissors/Sleeper Hold: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sgGg0NllrW0

   Missy's legs started to tremble as Cali locked in the dual holds, again trying to take Missy's breath away. For several seconds, starting to lose consciousness for the second time in the match, Missy dropped to one knee. But something inside her told her to keep going, to keep fighting, and so she pushed herself up... and fell back, crushing Cali between herself and the mat. Missy rolled off and pulled herself up by the ropes as Cali just lay there, groaning. Looking down at Cali, Missy grinned and pulled her back to her feet before kicking her in the gut, and shoving her head underneath her arm. Then – taking a hold of Cali's bottoms – she lifted her up high into the air, and then fell back, driving Cali's head into the mat with a Implant DDT.

   Implant DDT: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dl3BRlANgHI

   Then, feeling the cheers of the crowd as she popped to her feet, Missy kicked Cali onto her stomach then took off at a run, bouncing off one set of ropes, over Cali, and then leaping onto the middle strand of the second set of ropes and using it as a springboard to backflip onto Cali with a Lionsault, again crushing Cali between her own weight and the mat.

   Lionsault: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gy-GoXEiXqY

   Feeling ready to finish things, the bare breasted Missy took a seat on top of the barely conscious Cali, finishing the job Emmy started when she ripped open Cali's shirt, ogling her friends large breasts, breasts that made her own decent pair look like mosquito bites. Opting to deal with that momentarily, Missy spun around so she was facing Cali's legs and stripped off her shorts, as well, which – feeling generous – she stood up and tossed into the crowd. Turning back around, she stared down at the nude Cali, licking her lips as she wondered where to start.

   And then she got an idea. Oh, yes... that'd be goooooood.

   Grabbing Cali by the hair, Missy again lifted her up and dragged her over to the nearest corner, where she lifted her up and left her hanging in the Tree Of Woe position, the set up for Cali's own signature move, the Private Dance. And dance she did, starting to rub her own body all over Cali's, taking the time – as well – to slip several fingers into her bare slit and lean down and suck on Cali's firm, supple breasts, even after her nipples got hard.

   Feeling like she'd warmed Cali up enough after this, her pussy moist, her body barely able to keep in her moans, Missy let her out of the corner, only to lift her back up, and spin her upside down again, her arms holding Cali in the position for a Piledriver. Only... she didn't sit out. Instead, Missy – her face between Cali's legs – slipped her tongue inside Cali's pussy! While it probed inside, hitting all of Cali's most sensitive spots rather nicely, her arms traveled back to the Sexaholic's breasts, continue the good work they were doing during her Private Dance with Cali, massaging, kneading, groping, Cali's nipples getting harder and harder, her moans louder, her pussy more and more moist, her body shivering with each lap of Missy's tongue.

   And yet... and yet.... Cali was not cumming!

   Even after two and a half minutes of this, Cali was holding it in. Somehow. Which meant, frustrating as it was, that she still had some fight left in her. So, with a sigh, Missy sat out, again driving Cali's head into the mat, completing what she liked to call the Halftime Show.

   Halftime Show (minus the crotch licking): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUK8G78AgDQ

   “Your going to cum for me whether you like it or not, Logan,” said Missy, getting to her feat and dragging Cali over to the corner. She then started to climb it, and – when she got to the top – she looked back to see Cali still there, barely moving, so she took some time to play to the crowd, shaking her breasts a little, getting cocky as the cheers started to come and begging for more. After half a minute of this, she climbed the rest of the way until she was standing on top, her back to the ring.

   Which is exactly when a desperate Cali – on her hands and knees – leaped up and shook the top rope, causing Missy to fall, crotch first, onto the top turnbuckle, gasping out a breathless scream from the pain. The desperate Cali dug deep, though, starting to climb the turnbuckles herself, slipping the hurting Missy over her shoulders when she got to the second turnbuckle, and – with several grunts of effort and knowing she needed to take her friend out now or never – to the top rope. After several deep breaths, she leaped off and – midway through her leap – she tossed Missy off her shoulders as well. As soon as Cali landed, she brought her knee smashing up into the chin of the falling Missy, completing a top rope version of her finisher, the Slow Tease.

   Top Rope Slowtease: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3EUTWm7Wjbc

   Cali, breathing hard, looked down at Missy, and knew she was knocked out. The vacant stare, the glassy eyes, the slow automatic breaths... it was a dead giveaway. So Cali let herself smile. And she let herself lean down and strip off Missy's shorts, revealing her neatly shaved pussy, a little wet from how much she enjoyed working on Cali earlier.

   “I know you can't hear this,” said Cali, grabbing Missy's legs and matchbooking her, so her legs were over Missy's head, “But since you stole one of MY moves, I think it's only fair I do the same.”

   Taking a seat on top of Missy's legs, Cali reached one hand down between them, to start groping Missy's breasts and rev up her engines a little more, so to speak. And then she scrunched her other hand up into a fist and DROVE it hard up inside of Missy's pussy, using Missy's own sexual finisher – the Technical Foul – on her, and bringing her SCREAMING back into life. Cali ignored her friends pain, though, and just started pumping her fist in and out, in and out, fucking Missy with all she had, the mix of pain and pleasure bringing the moaning Missy to the brink in less than two minutes, as Cali just pumped faster and faster, harder and harder.

   And then, feeling Missy start to shiver uncontrollably under her, Cali pulled her arm out of Missy's pussy with a plop, and the Alpha Athlete exploded in orgasm, her juices bursting out of her pussy and splashing Cali's bare breasts.

   “Missy Peregrym has BEEEEEN ELMINIATED!!”

   “Wha.... what happened,” said Missy, still in the midst of her orgasmic high.

   “I fucked your brains out, babe,” said Cali, between licks of her cum drenched fist, “After knocking your lights out.”

   “Ugh.... good job, Cali,” said Missy, as Cali got up off her, and helped her to her unsteady feet, “But I'll get you next time.”

   “Oh, I'm sure you will,” said Cali, as she helped her friend slip out between the ropes, “And I'll see your sexy ass later.”

   “Better bring a trophy with you,” said Missy, grinning, “Or else I am REALLY going to kick your ass.”

   “We'll see, babe,” said Cali to herself, watching as Missy made her exit up the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans on her way, waiting – tiredly leaning against the ropes – for her next opponent. And she didn't have to wait long, as “Honkeytonk Badonkadonk” hit the arena speakers and yet another gorgeous brunette pushed out from behind the entrance curtains, clad in a red flannel shirt tied up just under her breasts, a super short pair of jean shorts, and a cowboy hat and was greeted by a caccophany of boos.

   “She is the one half of the Rodeo Dames... the Conniving Cowgirl... HILARYYYY FIIIISHERRRRRR!!”

   {alt}

   And she was dragging along behind her a punch drunk Missy Peregrym, whom she promptly and rather casually tossed off the top of the stage, Missy landing with a sickening crunch. Enraged, Cali dived through the ropes and started racing up the ramp, looking to avenge her friend.

(I really do love the randomness of the picks! :D And feedback - and predictions - are, as always, appreciated.)

« Last Edit: May 22, 2015, 07:03:32 AM by Wiffo »

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Re: The Pleasure Bowl
« Reply #7 on: May 22, 2015, 09:04:00 AM »
A great ending for sure and Cali must be getting tired by now.

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« Reply #8 on: May 22, 2015, 05:49:00 PM »
As she got close, though, she glanced to the side to see the medical staff taking Missy away after her fifteen foot fall and turned back right into a hard Clothesline from Hilary that spun her 180 degrees in the air before she landed, with a groan, on the hold card steel of the ramp. Grinning, Hilary placed her foot on Cali's neck and grinned as she basked in the boos of the crowd. Boos that only got louder when Hilary leaped in the air and landed, knee first, right onto Cali's throat, Logan trying to spasm from the impact but finding it difficult since Hilary kept her knee right where it was.

   “Just so's ya know, darlin',” Hilary said, casually, grinding the knee against Cali's throat as she casually played with one of her nipples, “This ain't personal.”

   Grabbing Cali by the hair, Hilary slowly pulled Cali to her feet, stopped momentarily when Cali smashed several punches into Hilary's toned stomach. And despite there not being as much power behind them as there usually might be from a much fresher Cali, it still annoyed Fisher that this bitch was attempting to fight back, so she quickly answered by smashing three quick knees into Cali's chin. Now dragging a more complacent Cali along with her, she brought her all the way back to the top of the ramp, where she shoved Cali's head between her legs, lifted her up horizontally, and – after slipping her tongue into Cali's snatch for a moment – she sat out, driving her head into the top of the steel ramp with a Piledriver, knocking Cali out completely.

   Piledriver: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkS6ChB9rrA

   And then she took a seat between Cali's legs and started to spread them using her feet, further and further, until the naked, knocked out knock out was doing the splits. Next, Hilary aimed a punch at Cali's stomach and – out of reflex – she lurched up a little, enough that Hilary could reach forward, grab one of her breasts and pull her into a sitting position. Cali didn't stay there long, though, as she was pulled right into Hilary's bosom, held there tight with one arm, while her other hand clenched itself into a fist and rammed itself into Cali's pussy.

   Already weak, hurting, and horny, it didn't take much to finish Cali off, Fisher's Ranch Hand sexual finisher doing it's work as her hand pumped in and out of Cali's pussy at a feverish pace, Cali brought moaning into life between Fisher's breasts and – seconds later – shivering and orgasming, juices leaking down and around Hilary's arm.

   “Cali Logan HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!”

   Grinning at her swift destruction of the already weakened Cali, Fisher pulled her hand out and wiped it on Cali's breasts before standing up. And then – just because she COULD – she yanked the barely there Cali to her feet, shoved her between her legs, lifted her up into the air, and POWERBOMBED her off of the stage!

   “What do y'all think of yer Sexfight Queen NOW, bitches?” Fisher screamed at the crowd as she made her way down the ramp, boos raining down on her and Logan completely out of her thoughts as she slipped into the ring, picked a corner, and waited. Seconds later, “Built To Last” by: Redlight Kings hit the arena speakers and, again, the crowd started booing when a tall, gorgeous blonde clad in a blue jean lace bra and a pair of blue jean shorts stepped out from behind the entrance curtains.

   {alt}

   “She is the Ravenous Reporter..... Errrrricaaaa Duuuuraaaaaaaance!”

   “Well, ain't this interestin',” Hilary thought to herself, grinning as she watched Durance make her way down to the ring, “I don't doubt things are bout to get dirty as they come.”

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Re: The Pleasure Bowl
« Reply #9 on: May 23, 2015, 08:46:49 AM »
Cali didn't stand a chance.

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« Reply #10 on: May 23, 2015, 08:53:18 PM »
Yeah, I mean.... with the condition she was in after that battle with Missy... it only made sense for it to be quick.
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Re: The Pleasure Bowl
« Reply #11 on: May 24, 2015, 03:40:35 AM »
Love the set-up, on paper. But what's gonna stop the last girl from winning?


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« Reply #12 on: May 24, 2015, 05:34:35 AM »
Love the set-up, on paper. But what's gonna stop the last girl from winning?



The rules change when it gets to the last two ladies. It becomes more of a stamina thing, a war of attrition. You can be made to orgasm more than once but as long as you beat the ten count after... your still in it.

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« Reply #13 on: May 27, 2015, 02:50:19 AM »
Durance hopped up onto the ring apron, but when she noticed Fisher take a few tentative steps towards her, she immediately hopped back down again.

   “What's the matter, sugar?” drawled Hilary, following Erica as she circled the ring, looking for a way in, “Sight of a REAL woman givin' ya pause?”

   “Never does when I'm brushing my teeth in the morning, so I don't see why it would NOW,” Erica quipped, stopping her pacing, “Now back the fuck off and let me in, bitch.”

   “You can come in anytime you want, sweetie,” said Hilary, holding the ropes open for Erica.

   “I trust ya as far as I can throw ya,” said Erica, standing there, arms crossed, “Which, considering how bony ya look, is pretty damn far. But the point is BACK. THE. FUCK. OFF!!!”

   “Fine, fine,” said Hilary, backing up a few steps, putting the bony comment aside for a later beating, “Soooo pushy.”

   “Keep going!” Erica shouted, tapping her foot impatiently.

   “Okay, okaaaaaaay,” said Hilary backing up all the way to the opposite side of the ring.

   Erica, satisfied, grabbed the middle rope and pulled herself up to the apron. When she bent down to make her way through the ropes, though, she didn't notice Hilary bounce off the other ropes and before she could get her other leg into the ring, Hilary came rocketing towards her, her knee smashing into the side of Erica's head and sending her tumbling back out of the ring.

   “I said you could come in,” said Hilary, grinning, slipping out of the ring herself, starting to pull Durance up by the hair, “Didn't say I'd let ya STAWWWWWWFUCK!!!”

   Hilary's screams were do to the fist that had just smashed itself into her crotch courtesy of Durance's right hand, which she grinded in a bit to make Fisher scream even more.

   “Don't give whatcha can't handle in return, bitch,” Durance taunted, pulling her fist away and standing as Hilary, mouth wide open in an O shape, dropped to her knees, hands between her legs. She didn't stay there long, though, as Durance ripped her to her feet, wrapped her arms around her, and lifted her up into a Bearhug.

   Bearhug: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ae1r1azKWRM

   Durance squeezed Hilary and shook her from side to side until she pulled her hands away from her crotch at which point Durance lifted her up a little more, dropped to one knee, and RAMMED Hilary crotch first onto her knee in an Atomic Drop.

   Atomic Drop: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvPiJuHNMfE

   Erica released Fisher for a moment, but when she turned and started to stumble away hands still between her legs, Erica grabbed her by the hair, pulled her back, wrapped her arms around her waist and GERMAN SUPLEXED HER RIGHT INTO THE BARRICADE!!!

   German Suplex (minus barricades): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Arc4rMZnVQ

   The barricade didn't break, but the thump of the back of Fisher's neck and back smacking into the barricade – along with the crowd's chants of, “HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!” - made Durance smile as she stood up, and wiped a few hairs out of her face. Turning to the wreckage that was Hilary Fisher, Durance pulled her up, propping the dazed beauty up against the barricade, and grabbed onto the knot of her top, which she quickly undid, freeing Fisher's luscious, tanned breasts. Durance immediately latched a claw onto both of them, bringing Fisher screaming back into consciousness, Durance twisting at each breast, trying to yank them off of Fisher's chest.

   After a minute of this, Fisher – tired of screaming - kicked out a foot into Durance's stomach, which shoved Durance off of her. But when she pushed herself back off the barrier, Durance just shoved her back into it again, and started to lay into her breasts with lefts and rights, Fisher grunting with each blow. After a dozen blows, Durance took hold of Fisher's nipples and yaaaaaaaaaanked them as far as she could, get a banshee scream from Fisher. Before Hilary could find a way out of this, though, Durance used to hold on her nipples to send her flying right into the ring post.

   Chuckling, Durance pulled Fisher up by the hair again and bounced her face first off the apron before rolling the stacked brunette back into the ring. But when Durance hopped up onto the ring apron, Fisher again denied her entry, kicking out a foot from her laying down position, and it connected with Durance's left ankle, sending her tumbling again off the apron, her left knee smashing right against the edge of the apron as she fell. Fisher just laughed as she pulled herself up by the ropes, watching Durance rolling back and forth at ringside, holding her knee.

   “Told you already, bitch,” said Hilary, sliding back out onto the apron, “Your not allowed in MY ring!”

   With that, Hilary leaped off, folding her legs in mid air so that she landed – knee first – right onto Durance's injured knee. Scream that followed probably could be heard from OUTSIDE the arena.

   Sensing blood in the water, Hilary stood up, grabbing onto Durance's left leg and just smashing kick after kick into the injured knee, relishing every scream that came out of it. After half a dozen, she suddenly did a forward flip – still holding the leg – and landed butt first right beside Durance's head as another guttural scream left the big blonde's mouth. Spinning around, Fisher grabbed onto Durance's shorts, shimmying them down and off her legs and tossed them to the side, revealing Durance's hairy pussy.

   “End of the road for you, darlin',” said Fisher, looking up at the ring ropes with an evil look on her face. Grabbing Durance by the injured leg, Fisher placed them on the apron, with Durance face up on the mats below. Next, after hopping up on the apron herself, she leaned down and – showing off a bit of strength herself – she grabbed Durance by the legs and lifted her up a bit, and then placed her legs over the top rope. Holding them there for the moment, Fisher slipped inside the ring herself, and then slid Durance's injured leg down so it was TRAPPED between the top and middle ropes.

   Immediately, she started to scream. Which was just music to Fisher's ears, who drove her whole fist right inside Durance's pussy, giving her even more to scream about. While one of Fisher's arms held onto Durance's injured leg and occasionally bent it a little more, her hand was like a piston, just pumping in and out, in and out of Durance, Erica's moans of pleasure mixing with screams of pain as she didn't know how much longer she could hold on either way. After a minute of this, though – and Hilary's hand just pistoning faster and faster and faster – Erica's whole body shivered as she passed out, juices flowing out and down her sexy body.

   “Erica Durance has BEEEEEEN ELIMINAAAAAATED!!!”

   Hearing that, Fisher nonchalantly released Durance, flipping her legs over the ropes and letting her defeated foe bounce off the apron and to the mats, no longer her problem. And – after taking off the rest of her top so it wouldn't get in the way, Fisher stood and waited for her next opponent, licking the juices off her hand like it was a lollipop. And it didn't take long for the next lady's music to hit, as Lead Zepplin's “Stairway To Heaven” hit the arena speakers, heralding the arrival of another very pretty brunette, this one clad simply in a black lingerie corset, and not much else.

   “She is the Alluring Angel.... and a five time EFW Seductress Champion.... LYNDSEYYYYY FONEEEEEEESCAAAAAAA!!!”

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Re: The Pleasure Bowl
« Reply #14 on: May 27, 2015, 04:24:39 AM »
If you guys want... you can feel free to write your own versions of how you think some of these fights should have gone down and post them in here. :)