Alexa Bliss vs Daria May -- Your vote will determine the winner

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The Rules

Welcome to a sexual wrestling competition where you can actually influence the outcome of the match! Both players have agreed to give it their all, but rather than rolling dice or picking a winner at the outset, the winner will be determined by who gets the most votes from the fans. I'll be playing Daria and NaughtyDesires will be playing the infamous Alexa Bliss.

Check out the profiles below and vote here to have your say! (Voting now closed)

Wrestler Profiles

Name: Daria May
Wrestler persona: Dar-devil
Wrestling style: Grappler
Role: Face
Gimmick: Adrenaline junkie
History: Action has always been Daria's drug of choice, starting from from the moment she learned to ride a bike and her moms made the mistake of getting her a BMX that could get her into trouble but couldn't get her out. In high school it was team sports; but those were not enough, and to get her fix she found herself running with the wrong crowd and finding her bliss in drugs and vandalism. Ironically enough, college offered healthier options. Now that she was old enough to forgo a parental waver, she tried skydiving, bungee jumping, and any other thrill she could find.

After college she limited her thrill-seeking to gambling, earning a reputation as a bit of a gentlewoman scoundrel at the poker table, but betting on sports was her true love. When she found out about underground fighting, she couldn't resist betting on that as well, but she's recently fallen on hard luck.

Owing a small fortune, the only way she can earn her money back now is by getting in the ring herself. Luckily the fight organizers have room for a spunky newbie with a commanding presence and a hunger to become the next big hero of the arena.

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(Courtesy of NaughtyDesires)

The fall was deep for the once self-proclaimed 'Goddess'. Her career seemed ro be blooming, a title shot not far ahead of her. But, then it happened. In a scandal, involving multilple female superstars, Alexa was among those who were 'exposed'. Videos and pictures were leaked, most of them portraying the superstar in a non PG way. She was fired... she just couldn't be a role model anymore.

View: https://imgur.com/a/CQRFhqp (NSFW)


Thinking her wrestling career was over, Alexa left the studio in tears. This was when she bumped into a strange looking figure, one she'd never speak with were she not in her current state of desperation. This stranger, he said he was a talent scout, a scout for some underground wrestling corporation.

Immediatly Alex took the offer, hoping this was the way to save her career. Yet, the company turned out to be different the she'd thought. Where she had been doing the extreme matches for her former company as well... this was something different. First to naked, first to orgasm and submission due to stimulation matches... Alexa accepted them all. She found she could work the crowd even better when she was allowed to use her natural assets. Quickly becomming one of the biggest stars, Alexa is a favorite among the audience and the authority. If only this could be said for the lockerroom.

Alexa's still a bitch that rules with an iron fist, and lets nothing come in her way. "All kneel before your Goddess, or I'll fucking make you..."

 

[MilitairyWalker]

Alexa or Peyton... you could not give me a 'harder' choice!

 

[NaughtyDesires]

POST #1


Just another day at the office... or something along those lines. For most wrestlers the office wasn't a place where one would like to go. Authority around here held general power over their employees, not only deciding their faith in the company, but sometimes their actions had consequences that concerned employees life far beyond the squared circle.

Alexa wasn't one of these women though, she much loved with both the audience, as well as the crowd. Many believed it had taken her hours and hours on her knees to get on such good terms with the managment. And while Alexa could not deny that there weren't some flirty actions or little favors to be done, she proudly claimed she had it all thanks to the work she delivered.

This power only strenghtened her claim as Goddess of the ring and lockerroom. With a wicked smirk on her face, Alexa watched as one of the rising talents, Chantal, wad being 'lectured' by a member of managment on her poor performance earlier tonight. Needless to say, the poor thing didn't get a word in. Mostly because her boss was constantly repeating himself, threatening her and telling exactly what he wanted to see. But... the cock down her throat may have had something to do with her being so quiet.

Turning around Alexa saw Henry, a member of managment she was particulairy fond off, he too smiled at his colleague and the girl. Alexa kissed Henry's cheek as a matter of greeting, his arm wrapped around her waist signalled she was safe for the day. While she usually was, Alexa was still at managment's mercy, so she still had to 'behave.' Occasionally of course...

"Got something good for me tomorrow?" Alexa asked feeling the hand on her hip as she leaned into Henry. "Or am I still on vacation?"
There was no such thing as a vacation, but for the last two weeks managment had been focussing on some different story-line than hers. Not that it mattered to Alexa, she was still making great money, and didn't have to work a second. She was just curious when she would be out there again, sitting around here was fun and all...

"Nope, still doing the Lindsey angle." Henry said resolute as he showed her his notepad. Alexa nodded, awell, another week of watching others? Nothing wrong with keeping her clothes on she thought.

 

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Daria's black half-tee kept riding up a little, showing off her belly -- flat, but not nearly as creased with muscle as some of the other women she had seen making their way to the locker room. She recognized some, but not others. Behind her, her friend Christie followed with her phone, taking video of her first day on the scene.

"I hear you're supposed to find the biggest, meanest one and punch her as soon as you see her," Christie giggled.

"Pretty sure you are thinking prison, honey. Prison," Daria laughed. She was practicing moves in her head, thinking of what entrance music she'd give to the announcers, what she'd say when they asked her to introduce herself, what she'd say to her first opponent, Chantal, when she met her face-to-face. That last part would depend on whether there was anyone filming or not.

Daria's rebellious days were largely behind her, and she now found herself confronting every potential adrenaline rush with a sense of excitement and optimism. She was the protagonist of her own life. She would channel that. The managers had slated her to be a face, after all, rather than a heel. As for Chantal, she seemed suitable enough for a first fight, and the audition video she and Christie had put together had really impressed the managers . . . partly for her physical prowess and partly for the less-scripted moves she and Christie had done together to make sure Daria captured their attention and rose to the top of the pile of applicants.

Just then Daria passed a row of posters -- some of her favorite fighters that she had been following for years. She remembered Christie's joke. "You want me to fuck up the biggest, meanest one? Show everyone else I mean business?" Christie was still recording when Daria danced up to a poster of Alexa Bliss. The blonde used to be one of her favorites, but recent . . . poor decisions had done damage to her reputation. Daria lifted the framed poster from the wall. Surely she had room for one more rebellious moment before going full-face. She lifted the poster to her lips while Christie filmed, giving the icon of Alexa a kiss on her cheek through the glass cover. Just as quickly, she dropped the framed poster hard against her knee, giving the mock-Alexa a knee to the chin, cracking the glass and bending the black frame. She laughed to herself and covered her mouth in shock at how loudly the crack echoed through the hallway. God, the online fans were going to love that one.

"I've gotta go . . . I need to get to the locker room. Upload that video for me, k Christie?" She never could have anticipated that the video would go viral as quickly as it did.

 

[NaughtyDesires]

Alexa had just made herself comfortable in one of the large leather seats when her phone exploded into vibrations in her pants. It seemed like it wasn't stopping any time soon. Phone in hand Alexa watched in amazment how many people were sending her videos. Social media tags by the hundreds it seemed... what was this all about!?

Most of these videos were titled inban exegartive fashion. "New top bitch. Fight of the year..." Shaking her head Alexa eventually got the video loaded to see a somewhat familiar face, yet she couldn't place it in her current setting. Appearantly it was some new wrestle rookie... nothing new, they all thought of themselves as gods. But, then it happened. With what felt like something of an atlantic shift, Alexa realised what this hype was all about. Her own face appeared in the background, by now Alexa feared the worst. It wasn't uncommon for a fan to do unholy things to her posters and billboards, but never had a colleague gone as far.

The arrogance... getting up from her seat Alexa stormed into the office, of course everyone in there had already seen the video as well. Some even dared to be impressed by the girl's courage! But, Alexa knew she'd get what she wanted. A match next week was easily put in place, Chantal had to bite her luck. As put by a bookmaker "she can suck a fat one..." oh, how ironcally right he was.

Her anger not yet subsided Alexa noticed today's upload date, and upon further inspection noticed her target was in this very facility! Loosing her temper Alexa crashed her way back into the general backstage area in search of this bitch. "Where is she!?" She screamed occasionally to whoever she came across. An unlucky crewmember caught a flat palm to his right cheek when he tried to stop and calm her. She wouldn't wait until next week, if she'd be able to track her down Alexa would pounce and show the woman what a mistake she'd made.

 

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Chantal was doing her best to quiet the scene. She'd already glanced down the hall once or twice to see figures catching a peek at her unfortunate situation and she didn't want to invite any more attention. She tried using both her hand and her mouth to make her work easier and satisfy him sooner, but he slapped her hand out of the way and cupped the back of her head, pushing down hard. She couldn't stop the shocked, muffled scream that undid all of her attempts to silence the event and, judging from the noises Anton himself was making, made it all the more enjoyable for him. She tried blinking up, making eye contact to plead past watery eyes for softer treatment, but he was staring straight up at the ceiling now, and he was forcing his way toward the back of her throat. She coughed as much as she could, spittle now dripping onto her thighs.

"12 minutes," he lectured. "You were supposed to lose, but I told you . . . make it last . . . at least twelve minutes." She had gone down in 7. At this point her punishment had already lasted twice as long as the fight itself. She squirmed, shifting her tongue to try to make more room, and Anton held her head down tight, no longer even letting her come up for air. "If you can't put up a real fight, why even put you on the schedule." She grunted some kind of protest, both to her face fucking and the threat. The grunt sent Anton over the edge and he sighed in relief as he emptied himself into the back of Chanta's throat. Her grunts renewed their frustrated tone until her mouth was too full to continue.

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Daria was beaming. Someone had put a perfect blue and white get-up in her locker, and there were even flowers waiting for her. She knew they probably buttered up every new fighter like this, but she didn't mind. If they wanted to boost her ego, she'd gladly take the boost.

She minded the two or three managers that had helped themselves to spectator seats right there in the women's locker room, making no attempt to hide their stares as they watched the girls change for their matches and photo ops, but if that's how this was all organized, she'd just have to muscle through it and put on a smiles. A couple of the wrestlers were checking their phones, giggling at something and occasionally flashing a glance at Daria with a sympathetic, "Oh, oh sweetie, that was some kind of dumb" arch of the eyebrow. She hadn't even stopped to consider that the video would be making the rounds that quickly, so she assumed it must just be that they were checking out her profile. She turned her face to a mirror, sitting in one of the seats with her back facing the other wrestlers to hide her blushing as much as she could.

When she glanced up in the mirror again to see if anyone was watching her, she mistakenly made eye contact with one of the managers, who only answered with a wink.

She let out a disgusted sigh, and then the chatter of the locker room was interrupted by slams and shouts in the backstage hallway outside. Daria joined two other wrestlers as they gathered there in the doorway. That's when she saw Alexa. It didn't even register.

"Hey," she whispered to the other two, "I thought Alexa was taking a break from fighting?" She was more than a little starstruck, truth be told.

 

[NaughtyDesires]

"Alexa hasn't been booked since there was little interesting to do for her. Everyone in here has taken the 'L', so managment kept her on the shelf until they found something worth their time." The one girl said, suspiciously whispering the word managment as she looked down the hallway.

"But I think you just delivered the golden oppurtunity." The other laughed shoving Daria in the back so she was openly in the corridor Alexa was storming through.
Had she not giggled Alexa wouldn't have turned around, but the happy sound tormented the aggresive woman's mindset, Alexa turned around to snap at the woman who produced the sound when her eyes caught sight of Daria and her jaw dropped. Although suprised, Alexa recuperated quickly and briskly walked towards Daria. Still angered out of her mind she didn't stop and actually just bumped into Daria before she reached out. One hand grabbing her hair the other slapped her face hard before she grabbed it. Forcing her to look into Alexa's eyes, the somewhat smaller Alexa was as mad and furious as she ever was.

"So you think you're the though bitch huh? I'll fucking show you!" She said before yanking Daria's hair down harsh towards the ground as she herself jumped forward driving her knees into Daria before the two of them were swarmed by security and managment. Quickly the blonde was lifted off of Daria, Alexa's fury not yet subsided she intended the kick one of the guards before her eyes caught glimpse of a hooded figure behind the group of guards. Why was he here already!? He would have known Alexa was about to seek out Daria... yet they'd let her? Suspicious about what was to happen Alexa kept quiet, the possibility of a match was blatantly obvious...

When he finally spoke it was with an errand of a god, his face hidden behind his hood. It was impossible to deduce which of the brothers it was, but it was a fact this was one the companies owners, the top dogs.

"Two of you, office, now." He merely spoke, then he left. The hallway still crowded with people, but quiet as ever before.

 

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Daria let out an oof as the other wrestler pushed her forward and spoke of "opportunities," and in a flash she realized what had Alexa all worked up. Had it really gotten around that quickly? She was surprised and . . . and a little impressed with herself. Then Alexa was surging forward. Daria raised a finger to warn her to stop before she regretted her actions, then her hair was tangled in Alexa's grasp and a knee caught her hard in the stomach before any guards could pull the angry blonde off of her.

She kept her composure as much as she could, the wind knocked out of her. She put her hands on her hips and tried to hide the way she was struggling to get her next breath. When she finally found it, she huffed out, "Ever . . . ever think it was time to retire? New blood was going to come replace you sooner or later," she managed a smile, "Don't see why that can't be me." Then a flash of realization, "If my video got around that fast I just may already be more popular than you ever were.

She only just then realized how silent everyone was. Then some weirdo in a hood issued an order and turned to leave. She was about to ask who it was when she felt a guard lock her arm behind her and begin marching her down the hallway, not waiting for her to comply with the hooded figure's order. Daria could barely think with her arm wrenched back that way, but she was putting together that this man, whoever he was, called the shots. All of them. She couldn't see Alexa behind her, but knew she'd be joining her as well.

The guard shoved her through an open door, knocking her to her knees. She began to stand, but a cold voice, the first one she had heard at all in the past several minutes, decried from behind his desk, "No. Don't get up, don't speak. Don't even look up until I'm done. You'll listen now. And when you do speak again, you'll do well to remember you've been assigned the role of a face. Those things you said back there to Alexa? Was that face talk?"

"N . . ," Daria, looking at the floor in front of her began to answer.

"Do. Not. Speak," he repeated in a tone that suggested that this would be the last time he would remind her. Out of the corner of her eye, Daria could sense that Alexa was in the room now as well. There was also a figure lying in the corner unconscious. Daria wasn't sure how she knew, but it had to be Chantal, left as some kind of gift or for some kind of punishment, although in her condition Daria wasn't sure what other punishment could possibly be in store. Daria answered the hooded man's question by slowly shaking her head.

"You two are annoying as hell, but real hatred can be hard to find in the ring, and it will make for a good show. Plus the video has amounted to some serious free marketing. You'll fight tonight, while your blood is still boiling. Alexa, this does not mean you're no longer grounded. This is an exhibition match. Sell enough tickets and we'll see about letting you return to competitive fighting. Daria, this will be your trial run."

Daria could hear a faint scratching noise in the silence that followed these thoughts and realized that he was stroking is stubbled chin in thought. "Get dressed. Alexa's return? A popular new rookie? There will be a lot of bets tonight and I'm not leaving anything to chance. I'll need to look at the numbers, mull them over. No script, but management will be assigning a winner for the match. You'll get your marching orders soon."

 

[NaughtyDesires]

Alexa did not speak, she knew she was not in a position to do so. Yet, she was kept standing by a security guard who held a hand on her back when the other girl was told to kneel down. This was outrages, why on earth was this rat treated like this? She was practically rewarded for her behaviour!?

It took all her self control to keep quiet, she had stepped out of line too, so she knew not to waste her hard earned credits on a fight she wasn't going to win anyways. Speaking of winning, sge better be declared the victor of this skirmish!

The word came when Alexa was done dressing up, a short knock on the door before Henry again came into view, smiling broadly. "You got this on dear, you're booked for a quick one. Just a promotional fight to hype up things further. This might be your future angle!" He declared seeing Alexa's face brighten as well. "Don't waste too much breath tonight, go out there, call her out, and show the rookie who's boss. A quick defeat will put her back in the face role, so future dynamic won't get lost." Henry added before he left Alexa's private lockerroom to head to Daria to deliver her the same news.
"Oh, one more thing, just normal rules okay. Actual pinfall this time, one two three and paycheck!" Henry said through the small opening in the doorway before he actually left Alexa.

Alexa had kept straight face, smile and nod. Smile and nod. When Henry had left that smile vanished for a serious game face. "Short one my ass..." she mumbled to herself as Alexa was drawing a warplan in her mind. No way she was going to go easy on that bitch... she'd humiliated her. In front of fans, as well as backstage. No.... this girl was going to be put in her place.

Shortly after Alexa left her lockerroom, her regular theme came up, signalling it was go time. She grabbed a microphone and headed through the curtains onto the ramp.


This venue wasn't anything fancy, no big ramps, no giant rangs of fans, it was small. Sneaky, exciting... fitting to the situation of course. Alexa's bevrado was already tempered when entering, aside from her usual applause and cheers she heard whispers and whistles. Fans had caught on to the video, kf course they did. Alexa knew there was the possibility it was even used as promotion material when she was getting ready. She wouldn't let it get the best of her though, this was her return to the ring since a little while, and she'd make it a memerable one, not a 'quick one'.

Holding her hand up high she silenced the crowd and gave them a little wink before starting. "Good boy." She said to no one in particular, but the fact she controlled them so easily was evident in the audiable protest when she rewarded them like a dog.

"Now, let us not celebrate the return of your goddess for too long, understandibly so you've been crying and craving. And let me assure you, your prayers have been hurt. And met." She said holding her arms far apart doing a slow spin as she saw all the stares she was catching. "There is business to attend to, brown hair and crooked nose business to be precise." A cheer and "ooehhhh..." from the crowd confirmed what Alexa already knew, they were waiting for this.

"So, appearantly rookies here now think they're at the top of the fucking mountain. Well, tell you what, you ain't. Because there are many, many more along the way. A princess, a queen, hell maybe even an empress awaits you on your journey. But you...you tried to cheat your way up, bypass everyone and conquer the top for yourself. Newsflash, even when you surpass all mortals, there's a goddess waiting to kick you down. Send you sliding along the ground on your little rookie bum. Speaking of bum... get your ass outta here rookie! Let me welcome you to the goddesses realm!" Finishing her speech Alexa threw her microphone aside and squatted down, wriggling from right to left. (Knowing what view she was giving those behind her) Stare focussed on the entrance in front of her.

 

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Daria stared at the dressing room mirror. Sitting didn't feel right. She stood, propping her fists on her hips in a "Wonder Woman" pose -- she had done this before interviews before, read an article about it somewhere, and damned if it didn't help, as hokey as it was. "You got this," she said, forcing herself to make eye contact with her reflection. "You. Got. This. First match and you already made it this far? They won't know what hit 'em."

Then a brown-haired man poked his head in the door, oddly quiet and unobtrusive compared to the other men running this show, which could only mean he was trying to think of how to break bad news to the newbie. He didn't have to say a word. "Really?" Daria questioned, "I'm supposed to take the dive?"

He nodded and added, "Alexa knows to keep it short and keep it traditional. You've still got a shot at making yourself a fan favorite, even with the loss. Just stick to the script."

When the door shut, Daria resumed her pose. "Fuck that. What do they know? They were going to have me go up against some nobody, and one video later I'm up against a heavy hitter. Looks like I know more about putting on a show than they do, so time to teach them, and Alexa, some lessons." She then heard Alexa's voice echoing, catching just enough to hear the comment about her crooked nose and the overtures about goddesses and mortals. She self-consciously dragged her finger down the bridge of her nose, but she found her resolve once more when her theme music began to blast.

She was beaming, jogging into the arena, though it was generous to call it that, smiling and finding her swagger quickly. It worked like magic. Between the bravado and the video, fans were on their feet and she worked them into a short chant when the lyrics hit, "Coach, put me in." She was out almost of breath by the time she got in the ring. She hooked her foot under the microphone that Alexa had dropped and kicked it up to her hands.

"So nice of you guys to give me a warm welcome!"

She waited patiently for the cheers to die down, clutching her chest in mock humility instead of commanding them the way Alexa had. The temptation was there, but she wanted to play out the face persona to the best of her abilities. It may be the one thing, along with keeping the approval of the crowd, that would keep management on her side when she disobeyed their orders and tried to win this thing. Still . . . she had to let some of her other side peek through; that's what had gotten her this far.

"So honored to be going up against a legend like Alexa tonight; you were always one of my faves! It has been so, so inspiring to see you climb your way to the top and become, as you say, a goddess in the ring." A low booing came from a small crowd in the front row and she softly spoke over them. "No, no, I'm not going to deny it. She is a fucking goddess and she worked hard to become one. But tonight she's going to learn that some goddesses don't need to try so hard. The best goddesses are born, not made." She could barely get her last words over a sudden uproar. "Got nowhere to climb when you are born on Olympus, hun." She crinkled her nose -- yes, her crooked nose that Alexa had derided -- in a delighted laugh and tossed the microphone back to the referee.

 

[NaughtyDesires]

Alexa wasn't going to waste another word on her. It seemed like she'd learned to keep her mouth, and try the face angle as she was told. That meant she wasn't going to resort to any nasty play, knowing she was able to eliminate that factor from her opponent made Alexa all the more confident. If this wouldn't work out, ahe had already found her back-up.

For now though Alexa attempted to put on a show, this rookie wasn't going to best her. Trying some easy shots to surprise her. Alexa stepped forward as the two circled one another. Obviously they would lock hands and try to get an advantage soon. Calculating the chance this was going to happen Alexa raised both her hands to lock in, but instead of locking hands, she used one of them to grab the woman's hair and Alexa's left foot hooked behind Daria's right ankle. Yanking one, and pushing the other to the side she'd floor the girl if she wasn't immediatly reacting. Noticing the shift in balance Alexa herself leaned back so she wasn't grabbable for either Daria's balance or a possible counter if she managed to stay on her feet. Would Daria fall Alexa would showboat and lick her lips to the crowd as her wicked smile spread across her pretty face.

 

[Barbarous]

Diara was playing multiple games in her head, maintaining strategy and showmanship plans, mapping them out. When she and Alexa locked she tried locking eyes as well to stare the woman down now that she felt she had the crowd behind her, but Alexa seemed lost in her own strategic thoughts. Diara was ready to angle herself upward and push Alexa's wrists to make an early show of dominance. If she could get Alexa down to even one knee this early she'd have a major morale advantage.

But Alexa wasn't going for a traditional lock. Diara was ready for the hair grab--that much she had expected to come early; hell, she would have done the same if it weren't for the whole face persona. She couldn't stop Alexa, but she could grab her wrist with both hands to lessen the pull, and that probably would have worked had it not been for the Alexa hooking a food behind her ankle.

Diara went down hard on her tailbone, grunting in rage. Thinking quickly, she shot one leg out as long as she could reach in this position and tried to sweep behind Alexa's legs and bring her down to her level.

 

[NaughtyDesires]

Alexa was still playing the crowd with her smile as she felt one of her legs bucking underneath her. Luckily she was clever enough to go to one knee as she felt the impact on there. She wouldn't have been able to stand had she tried to dodge or step, but her knees could brace the kick. Easily standing up again she waved her index finger and pouted her lips. "Nah nah... babe, not that easy." Alexa said and blew her a kiss before ascending the middle rope to again do somr crowd service as she slightly pulled her top down. She was a heel, but still knew she needed to keep her body interesting so that she herself was interesting.

Now she was just seeking for an oppurtunity to get behind her opponent. Standard rules? My ass... maybe this could work. Pretending to dip low and grab hold of her legs Daria would likely spin or swing towards Alexa. She'd try and seize the oppurtunity she created by continuing her momentum she that she got wrap her arms round Daria from behind. She wasn't strong enough to suplex the woman, but forcing her knuckles into her exposed ribs could possibly grant Alexa enough time to start working on her actual plan. Alexa wad looking to pull Daria's top down, have her tits exposed to tje crowd, humiliate her. If she'd be able to pull the material down behind Daria she could easily use it to tie her wrists together, from there on she would be a lost cause. Alexa wss very practiced in these type of scenarios, and she doubted Daria had much experience being tied up. And, she probably wouldn't account for added panic and nerves when it got to being exposed to a crowd like Alexa was planning to do on her.

 

[Barbarous]

Daria felt her whole body jarred from the unexpected resistance. Alexa had grounded herself, lowering her center of gravity by taking a knee and staying resolute. Daria was glancing to her right and left, keeping her head facing her opponent, but looking for a gap in her tactics that would allow her to return to her feet. The distraction must have been all that Alexa needed. Daria saw her darting for her legs while she was still partially prone. In her head, Daria panicked at the thought of being dragged by her heel across the mat and she squared her shoulders and begin kicking her feet . . . she lost sight of Alexa somewhere in that floundering, and suddenly the bitch was behind her.

Daria slung her head back -- "face" be damned, she was going to try to crack Alexa in the chin if she could. But the attack missed and she found her head slumped back against Alexa's shoulder just as she felt the cold air creep across her chest.

She looked down in horror. Her pale, goose-bumped breasts caught the light of of the arena lamps, and the adrenaline and cold air were already making her nipples shamefully and visibly hard. She shifted from left to right to get out of Alexa's grasp and cover herself, her face growing crimson from the jeers of the crowd. But she was growing self-conscious of the way her struggle just put her ample breasts on an even more perverted display.

She launched her self forward and up, not realizing until it was too late that, as she launched herself from Alexa's grip, she was actually pulling the makeshift bonds Alexa had fashioned even tighter. But she was at least standing for the moment. She pulled at the bonds, working them tighter, and decided they would have to wait.

The laughter was too much. So much for strategy. Time for rage.

She roared and charged toward Alexa, shifting her body down and trying to ram against the blonde's body with her shoulder, putting all of her weight and hate behind it.

 

[NaughtyDesires]

As Alexa noticed Daria tightening her wrists all the more things seemed to go the way Alexa wanted. The second thing she got going for her was the crowd, reacting exactly how she wanted them to, enthusiastic, hungry and loud as ever before.

Then things started to go down-hill. Alexa knew where to look, or, in fact where not to look. Yet she couldn't help herself, she needed confirmation to what she knew deep down inside. Looking far beyond the crowd, hidden away in a dark duck-out cabin was the place where managment entered if they thought they needed to. Usually they watched from the back or on the screens backstage, yet Alexa knew better than anyone they were there first hand when they found something worth their time or anger.

Not only did she see the familiar face of Henry, but alongside him stood not one but two hooded figures, looking onto the spectacle in the ring. Whispering either only in her head, possibly audiably Alexa's mind confirmed her earlier assumtions. "Fuck...they're mad..."

Then of coursr, disaster struck again in the form of a shoulder. She'd been watching Daria's feet as they were not yet tied together, yer had not bothered to think of the girl's full body tackling her. Hitting the ground her, Alexa bit her bottem lip as she loudly huffed to catch her breath.

Placing thoughts aside of managment watching her, they could say a lot about her. And ahe knew she'd be punished, fucked, used, whipped and abused. Christ if they wanted her as a foorbench she'd be made to be one, yet all they could do to here didn't change the fact she was making a show. Making a show meant making fans, making fans means making money. And if there is something managment enjoyed, possibly more so than dominance and power, it would be money.

That comforting thought in mind Alexa was quick enough to realise an agressor bound in the state like Daria was wasn't actually much of a thread. In fact, she made it all the more for Alexa as she'd taken out her own legs in her rage. Standing she could make a a thread kicking at her. But down like this, no way to push herself off... exa gave Daria a good shove so she landed somewhat lower and Alexa was able to wrap her legs around her. The smaller Alexa possesed power on those small sexy thighs, as Daria found out when she could not escape the hold without her hands. Kneeing her crotch was forbidden, so trapped between those silky thighs Alexa had free reign again.

"Look at those..." she said flicking jer finger up and down Daria's hard nipple as the crowd erupted. The ref had already left the ring, probably a managment call because they'd intervene, or for whatever reason. But Alexa didn't have to mind her shoulders being down on the mat anymore. She was free ro play with her food, starting with her food's nipples.

 

[Barbarous]

The impact had hurt Daria . . . or would hurt, anyway, once her adrenaline subsided. Right now, in the moment, she had a momentary feeling of invincibility instead as her shoulder mate contact and took Alexa down to the mat. She struggled on her knees after they both landed, trying to find a way to pin Alexa's body with her own, but part of her had sensed Alexa's own panic. She let her eyes flicker from her opponent to the audience; her furied state had made her momentarily forget her instructions and the possible punishment for disregarding them. And her skin on display was a harsh reminder that her own plan to turn the tables early was suffering.

But how much more humiliating would it be to conquer Alexa now, after such an early minor victory?

But Alexa was moving again, while Dari was still struggling to rise back to her knees. It wasn't even a strike . . . merely a shove that took away her progress and sent her back down, causing a low, distraught moan to creep past her lips. She was trying to calm herself. To think. Then Alexa's smooth thighs were wrapping around her. Had this been any other time, that sensation alone would have been enough to . . . no . . . in this situation too, Daria realized as she felt her body betraying her mind. Her nipples were growing tortuously hard from that feeling, an aching, twisted yearn. She bit her lip, closed her eye tight. Maybe while Alexa was distracted she could start to work her hands free. It was a badly compromising position, but Daria thought she could feel the slightest give. She had to rock her shoulders as she did so, causing her naked breasts to sway shamefully.

Then came the teasing flicker, and answer to the twisted yearn, a light sting of hypersensitivity. Then the roar of the crowd. Daria tried to hold it back, the adrenaline had delayed that sensation reaching her brain, but just as the crowd's jeers began to die down, a loud, grunting, ululating moan echoed from every wall of the arena.

 

[NaughtyDesires]

Alexa heard it and it surprised her every time until the echo died down. A moan had escaped from Daria, her eyes connecting with Alexa's as she realised her own sound she'd made. Alexa got a hungry look, not just to take her fury out on the woman who'd challenged her earlier, but to have this beauty of a woman as well.

"What was that?!" Alexa shouted straight into Daria's face. Squuezing hard with her thighs she kept Daria restricted as Alexa dared to draw her hand back and land a hard slap of her palm, right onto the woman's cheek. A loud slap filled the air where the moan had just ripped through the atmosphere. That would make it clear who was in charge... Alexa thought as her next move was already planned out. Her hands reaching up to Daria's shoulders she pulled herself as high up as Alexa could get, combining leverage with her abs to be able to reach Daria's body with her mouth.

Placing her small wet and warm mouth over Daria's sensitive hard nipple, Alexa twisted and flicked her tongue across the nipple in quick aggression and stimulation as she intended to hear those moans again. Moving to the other nipple Alexa handled it slower and with more show. Extending her tongue from her mouth, fans could see Alexa twirl it teasingly round the spot until she reacher the middle. Sucking on it and releasing it with a plop. The crowd was starting the hurt her ears, Alexa had to see...

Surprising Daria, Alexa suddenly removed her mouth and shifted her weight to tumble forward and land on her knees hard. Knocking Daria over as Alexa sat on top of her to look across the crowd towards the back.

Two hooded figures were seen approaching, Henry waving in the back and pushing his hands down. What? It was not until the referee appeared on the appron that Alexa understood what Henry meant. Panicing, Alexa didn't know what else to do but to push down on the shoulders in front of her as hard as she could. Putting all of her weight and strength into it as she wacthed wide eyed in horror and not one, but two dark looming figures pushing their way through the crowd.

 

[Barbarous]

As Alexa worked her thighs and teased her about the noises she had made, Daria let out a low, disappointed groan until her disappointment at her self transformed, like alchemy, into an anger at Alexa. "Untie me and fight me! We're supposed to be wrestling, not whatever the fu . . . " That's when the slap came, a white hot arc of sting and shame that ended in loud, shocked gasp from Daria. She was breathing heavily, her eyes watering as she bit her lip and searched for more words, not wanting to admit she feared the public humiliation of another retaliatory slap.

But then there was a confluence of confusing feelings. Her cheek was still hot and, though she couldn't see she still knew, bright red from Alexa's cruel correction. But her lips. Her tongue. Daria knew she was being toyed with, but her aching nipples didn't care; they only knew the pleasure of Alexa's attentiveness. At least there were no cruel words this time, and Daria worried what her own hands would do if they were free right now. Her naked thighs rubbed against one another in frustration, and she couldn't remember ever being this wet before.

First, her breathing grew heavy. Then, the laden breaths grew louder. The crowd anticipated what was coming next and she could hear their cheers swell. Even with her eyes shut tight, she could sense the flashes of photographs . . . those weren't supposed to be allowed. The first moan was as loud as her previous one, right out of the gate. Her hips bucked and she arched what of her body that she could, trapped by Alexa like this, unclear whether she was arching in to try to escape or out of pure eagerness. She didn't even care about the pain coming from her arms.

Then came the second moan, not much louder but so, so much longer. It lingered and wavered and brought the crowd to a momentary stunned silence. The third and fourth could have competed with any cheer from the audience, and did, screaming, wailing keens of lust and confusion. By the sixth, her tortured voice grew raspy, struggling past physical impossibility to involuntarily reward Alexa's efforts.

The room spun and she felt the weight of Alexa actually sitting on top of her. She tried lifting her head to glare at her for her vanity, but . . . was this really happening? . . . her eyes were rolling around, rolling back in stunned frustration. "Plea . . . please," she heard herself whisper. Even she didn't know if she was quietly begging to be let up or for the return of Alexa's twirling tongue. When Alexa pinned her arms, she put up some fight, but she in her body knew she was at her mercy, and squirming to free herself only made her heavy breasts sway once more, this time the wet trails Alexa left on them were getting cold in the arena air.

Why was the crowd silent again, she wondered? It was so quiet that she could hear the approaching footsteps.

 

[NaughtyDesires]

Normally the third slap of the ref's hand went paired with an outburst of cheers and/or boo's. Not this time, when the final descision had been made it seemed to die down even further, to a point the silence was hurting once ears.

The referee had done his job, and wirh that he left. In a hurry to say, not spending a second after the slap he signalled to ring the bell when he was already out of the ring and barging up the ramp before dissapearing behind rhe curtains. Of course he was worried, he had not controlled the match and it's participants in the way he was supposed to. At least he wouldn't publicly be fired when it got to that conclusion.

The hooded figures had past the barricade and both entered the ring slowly from the left. Alexa casted her eyes down as she stood up fron her opponent and waited for what was to come. All she noticed wirh her eyes down was that at least one of them was holding a microphone. When one of the two halted to her left and raised his hand, Alexa expected the worst. Flinching prematurely she expected a slap tp strike her face, yet she gasped when the touch came in the form of a hand wrapping round her wrist. A second later she had her own hand in the air and now cheers erupted from the crowd, still somewhat hesitant as to what was to come.

As her hand dropped down she noticed Daria being pulled upright bu the hair and brought to a kneeling position next to Alexa. Now indeed came the photographer and took a shot of them in this position, one towering above the other, just as it was supposed to be according to Alexa's mindset. Yet she still feared thw worst, and would continue to do so as long as these two remained in the proximity. "You've given us a lot..." came thw voice and it took Alexa by surprise, almost jumping as her breath choked. "More than we 'expected' even..." the word expected cut deep into Alexa's chest, as it was clearly intended.

"But...the two of you aren't done... no...not by a longshot." He said and all went quiet from there. Alexa's eyes posted the question her mouth didn't dare to ask. "What do you mean? What do you want." Her question answered after about a minute of silence.
The figure which had raised Daria to her knees now squatted down behind her, slowly untieing the top around her wrist. To Alexa's surpirse, his slow movements changed into lightning speed actions as there appeared a set of plushy handcuffs where the top had been, securing her wrists tightly together. Key in his hand he approached Alexa, gliding the small metal object over her skin, sending cold shivers down her body as it reached her cleavage where he released it. With a jiggle and bounce the key finally came to a rest right between Alexa's prescious breasts and the hooded figure stepped back.

"It is up to you Alexa on how you wish to celebrate your victory. But take into account, next time the two of you meet will be under different circumstances. Make friend or foe now." The one with the microphone concluded. The other reaching under his mantel to produce a large rubber strap-on and casually dropping it onto the mat before the two of them dissapeared leaving the two girls alone again.

Alexa looked down and fished the key to the handcuffs from between her breast, bend down the pick up the strap-on in the other and hold both in her hands as rhe crowd came to life again shouting their wishes. Slowly, ever so slowly she looked up at Daria, eyes locking. "Soooo... about that poster..." Alexa said as she looked at Daria underneath her.