Tales of the SFL 01: Debut

Tonight is the night.

That single thought ran through the head of Daniel Derrick as he finished tightening up the lacing circling his left wrestling boot.

As soon as his fingers finished manipulating the shoelace, he leaned back on his metal chair and simply stared ahead at the promotional poster plastered across the room.

Depicting two half-naked competitors, both male and female, charging forward at each other in the middle of a wrestling ring, the tagline at the bottom simply read, "Join the Sex Fighting League: Where your Fantasies Become Reality."

Leaning forward, he examined his chosen footwear one last time: snow white boots with matching black stars stitched into the ankles.

Standing up to his full height just a few inches below six feet, he took another breath before strolling over to the examination mirror in the middle of the locker room to scrutinize his full attire for the upcoming 'festivities.'

Piercing hazel eyes that could burn a hole in any chick's pants, by his own admission anyways. Slicked back black hair with a youthful hairline. (Not to mention his trademark smile that could put John Cena to shame, if he could see it anyways )

All the ingredients of a bonafide superstar, and that's not even including anything neck down.

While his physique wasn't quite to the superhuman standards of the average professional wrestler in their physical prime, it was pretty damn close.

Owing to his collegiate background in wrestling, his upper body was a well-built, lean machine with more than enough muscle mass retained from his old NCAA days. Below the waist, his legs were equally as toned with calves that could lift more than half his body weight.

As he continuing to look into the mirror, he cracked his neck eagerly before doing one last mental check regarding his attire.

Simple sleeveless vest with the stylized 'D' sown in the back.

Check.

Black elbow pads.

Check.

Matching wrist tape.

Check.

Badass factor.

Check.

Pitch black wrestling trunks with his secret weapon locked and loaded.

Double Check.

Cocking a confident grin, he did one last preparatory stretch before a familiar sound entered his earwaves.

Knock Knock.

"Door's open," Daniel called out, slowly turning away from the mirror as a familiar presence filled the doorway.

"Dan my man!" Samuel Stillwater, his slightly older trainer and fellow SFL fighter, exclaimed proudly as he leaned against the door frame with a manila envelope in hand.

Dressed casually with a designer T-Shirt and torn jeans, the blonde twenty-seven year old veteran smiled with a relaxed confidence as he uttered the words Daniel had waited for weeks on end to hear.

"It's showtime."

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Moments later, the two anxiously waded through a sea of humanity circulating around the backstage area of the arena.

Daniel's curious eyes drifted from person to person as workers and crew alike rushed past them carrying production equipment or directing other SFL fighters to their destination.

"Big show, huh?" Daniel commented, observing a cameraman frantically setting up for a photo shoot with an impatient female sexfighter.

"They're always big, just this one's the biggest for you considering it's your debut and all. Butterflies?" Stillwater replied, stepping to the side to allow a corporate suit with a clipboard to stalk past them intently.

"Not a chance, dude. You trained me for this, right?" Dan shot back confidently,

"I've trained you enough not to make an ass of yourself between the ropes," Stillwater corrected him lightly, playfully nudging him on the shoulder before sighing. "Now actually winning the damn thing is something else entirely. You've definitely got the skills and talent to make a massive impression but take your eyes off the prize for just a second and before you know it you're the one getting fucked and not the other way around. Remember what I told you about that match I had with that Mexican girl who snuck baby oil in her bra?"

"Didn't you say it was the best han-?"

"Point being," Stillwater interjected through gritted teeth, obviously still sore about that particular match result. "Always remember the golden rule."

"Think with your big head, not your little one," Daniel reiterated back to his mentor.

As the two turned around a corner and reached the staging area just behind the entrance curtains, Samuel stopped in his tracks and placed a reassuring hand on his protege's shoulder. "Look man, I'm proud of you. Regardless of what happens out there, you're a winner in my book for even going through with this in the first place."

Grinning in appreciation, Dan then brought up his next point. "So, uh, do you know who I'll be facing tonight?"

"Well, your opponent for this match..." Taking a dramatic breath, Samuel waited for the suspense to build before finally announcing, "...is Buxom Bunny."

Daniel could barely hold in a snicker as the name of his opponent fully sunk in. "Her name's.... Bux Bunny?"

"Yeah, and you're Dan Danger," his trainer pointed out sardonically, before scratching his chin in sudden contemplation, "You gotta admit the wordplay is pretty clever though."

"So, what's her win-loss record?"

Now, it was Sam's turn to smile. "Non-existent, just like yours. She's a rookie too, and she'll be more than happy to make a name for herself at your expense."

"Anything you can tell me about her?"

Reluctantly, Stillwater told him, "I've seen a few of her tryout tapes, you know, trainer privilege and all that, so she isn't a complete cum-fountain. From what I can tell, she's a pretty versatile fighter. Her offense is mainly kicks and high-flying moves, basic stuff but it can come back and bite you on the ass if you let your guard down." Sighing, the man crossed his arms. "As long as you pick your openings and don't let her get in your head, you should be fine. She's good, I'll admit that, but I trained you to be better."

"You trained me to be the best, Sam," Daniel reminded him, prompting a gracious smile to cross Sam's weary expression.

"Look, bottom line is just don't underestimate her. When you hear the music, the girl walking down the ramp will be about 5'2 and about a buck-ten soaking wet. Everything about her will scream 'pushover,' but that is not the girl who'll be in the ring with you. She may not have the record to back it up, but she wants this win just as bad as you do. Take your eye off that fact for just a second, and you'll be seeing more of her than you would like before the match is over."

"Roger that. See you on the other side," Dan playfully saluted, before starting to enter the staging area.

But before he could, Stillwater leaned in closer to whisper into his ear, "Look, no pressure or anything but your whole career is kinda riding on this match. I pulled a few favors, and the Commissioner herself will be watching you out there."

Daniel's eyes instantly bulged in surprise as Samuel continued on, "I'm not saying that you need to win or anything, but uh, I need you to make me look really strong out there if you catch my drift."

Stepping back, Daniel was most definitely feeling the pressure now. "Okay, umm anything else dude?"

"Yeah, one more thing..." Straightening up, Sam regained his confident composure as some of the production crew members started to head their way. "Have fun."

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"Ladies and gentlemen, this exhibition sexfight is scheduled for three falls. Introducing first..."

As the ring announcer's enthusiastic voice boomed from the center of the squared circle, the arena loudspeakers blared the familiar opening riffs from Kenny Loggins' Danger Zone.

The heads of thousands of SFL fans immediately turned to the entrance ramp as the eager rookie made his way through the curtains.

Posing stoically just below the gargantuan Jumbotron as the floodlights hovered brightly above him, he calmly took in the audience as the announcer continued his bombastic introduction.

"..... hailing from North Beach, California and weighing in at 165 pounds, he is the man they call.... DAN DANGER!"

Receiving a tepid yet still favorable reaction, Daniel takes a deep breath before walking intently down the ramp with the power chords of the classic rock song's guitar getting him even more pumped up step by step.

To the barricades on his left and right, people offered him light applause as he eventually reached the steel steps leading up to the ring.

Slowly getting up to the ring apron, he smoothly stepped in through the top and middle ropes and climbed up the turnbuckle to pose.

Striking a confident two-handed pose as the cameras all around flashed at him, he took a moment to simply take in his overwhelming surroundings before dropping back down.

Taking off his decorative jacket and tossing it to a nearby ring hand, Daniel stretched his torso against the ropes as the referee quietly entered the ring as well.

Dressed in a bra-and-panties variant of the typical black-and-white standard, she combed her blonde hair back behind her ears and gave him a courteous nod before turning back to face the ramp.

Cracking his knuckles in deep anticipation with his music winding down, he skipped in place as the lights slowly dimmed.

All eyes, his included, fixed upon the entrance ramp as the announcer lifted the microphone up to his mouth again.

"Making her way down the ring now...."

A seductive chorus of laughter rippled throughout the arena, followed by a sultry saxophone to announce the arrival of his opponent.

Sauntering slowly out of the curtains with some generic pop music playing in the background, Buxom Bunny confidently strutted her stuff as she struck a sensual pose at the top of the ramp to much applause especially by the male portions of the crowd.

Despite being just a few inches above five feet, she certainly wasn't short on confidence as she almost effortlessly played to the crowd.

Wearing some bunny ears over her cascading blonde hair to compliment her gimmick, the rookie's emerald green eyes sparkled with excitement as they rested playfully upon her growing legion of male admirers.

Her match attire was naturally all white, with a silky white jacket that certainly accentuated her petite figure.

She wore a lacy bra, with peachy white skin trailing down her bare midriff all the way to her matching white panties that stretched comfortably around her lithe hips.

Her legs were bare, with her feet encased in a pair of stylish pumps that had 'fuck me' written all over them.

"..... Coming from Miami, Florida and weighing in at 115 pounds. She's bad, she's buxom, and she's most definitely beautiful. Give it up for Buxom Bunny," the announcer enthused in his usual dramatic flair.

Pausing for just a moment longer to soak in the applause, she flashed the crowd a sultry grin before starting forward.

With both hands on her hips, Bux Bunny sauntered down the ramp at a bold yet effortlessly graceful pace that captivated more than a few members in the audience.

Daniel's eyes were certainly locked on the petite yet potent fighter as she gingerly made her way up the stairs and draped one slender leg across the middle rope.

Pausing mid-step, she gave her shapely posterior a cute little wriggle for the crowd's enjoyment before finally entering inside the sexual arena.

She blew the camera one last, seductive kiss before slinking out of her jacket and kicking off her shoes.

Walking forward to meet his opponent in the middle as the referee quietly discarded of their entrance attire, Daniel warily sized her up.

Matching his scrutinizing glare with one of her own, she cocked one hip to the side and yawned in a dismissive yet totally cutesy manner.

"She's definitely hotter up close," he thought to himself with a slight smirk, shamelessly ogling down her lean physique for just a moment longer before getting to business.

"Big match, huh?" she suddenly breathed out, genuinely surprising Daniel who had expected some trash talk to really get things heated.

Welcoming the nice bit of candor nonetheless, he shrugged in return, "First of many, if we do a good enough job hopefully. I'm uh, Daniel by the way."

"Yeah, I got that from your ring name," she giggled, nodding towards his gear. "Cute outfit, by the way."

"Thanks." Before he could get too comfortable, Daniel quickly shot back, "I'd say the same to you, but in a few minutes, you won't be wearing much of anything, Bux."

"Call me Melanie," she smiled at him bemusedly, before offering him her hand in good sportsmanship.

Accepting it firmly, he was just about to turn away when she suddenly stood on her tiptoes to whisper tauntingly into his ear, "I hope you remember my name, because you're gonna be screaming it by the time I get finished with you."

Her taunting words did little to deter Daniel, who stepped back with a look that simply read, Try me.

Before any more 'pleasantries' could be exchanged, the referee stepped in to formally lay down the rules of the match.

"Just to be clear, this match will go three falls to a finish. The only way to win a fall is either by submission, domination, or KO. A submission will only be recognized either by a verbal surrender or a physical tap out, and a domination point can only be achieved via orgasm that must be recognized by me. Low blows are allowed but try to use them sparingly. Any and all sex toys or foreign objects are not allowed, and if used will result in an immediate disqualification. Am I understood?"

Both competitors nodded.

"Okay. Wait for the bell, and good luck!"

Retreating slowly back into his corner, Dan Danger cleared his mind of any stray thoughts besides the task at hand.

On the other hand, Melanie was as confident as ever as she waited impatiently for the timekeeper.

With the crowd settling down to watch the sexual clash about to unfold, another tense second passed before the opening bell finally rang.

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Dan Danger charged out of his corner with intent as his petite opponent pranced forward to meet him.

They immediately locked up in a collar-and-elbow tie up in the middle of the ring, with both fighters straining for control.

Digging her heels in despite being the shorter fighter, Melanie showed surprising resilience against Daniel's forearms, at least for now.

Feeling her slender fingers starting to dig into his shoulders, Daniel pushed forward with a single grunt of exertion and managed to capture her in a side headlock.

Now with his hips touching her pelvis, he squeezed ever so tightly to fully cinch it in leaving the blonde beauty little if any wriggle room to escape.

Ignoring her writhing protests against his forearm, he was just about to transition to a ground takedown when her dainty hand suddenly shot up towards his trunks and-

"Oh!" Before he could stop what was happening, her sneaky fingers slid underneath his waistband and without warning began softly fondling his manhood.

Instinctively stiffening up as her hand threatened to coax his member to an early rise, Daniel quickly released the hold and backed away much to Bux Bunny's amusement.

Smartly creating some distance, he cursed under his breath as a sly grin painted her youthful features.

"No need to be shy, Daniel. I'm gonna be real nice to that cock of yours soon enough," she playfully chided him, making a pumping motion with her fingers for emphasis.

Gritting his teeth together in response, he assumed a grappling stance as she flashed him yet another distracting grin.

As he circled his scantily-clad opponent warily, he couldn't help but notice the French tips on her rather cute toes as she skipped around the ring no doubt searching for an opening of her own.

Stopping a few steps later, he surged forward like a bullet and caught Melanie with a stiff kick to her midsection.

Wincing lightly as the toe of his boot buried itself firmly in her toned midsection, the blonde staggered forward directly into Daniel's next attack.

Cocking his left arm in a backhand motion, he attacked her unsuspecting chest with a swift knife-edge chop.

"Wooooo!" As the crowd collectively chanted its tribute to the classic attack, Melanie howled in pain as his forearm slapped noisily against her right breast.

Rearing back, he quickly delivered another savage knife-edge chop that equally hit its mark as well, disorienting his blonde adversary even further.

Just as she started to stagger out of striking range, Daniel quickly grabbed one of her wrists and Irish whipped her into the corner on the opposite side of the ring.

Breaking into a focused sprint as she collided backfirst against the turnbuckle, he went for a running clothesline only to be greeted by her raised foot at the very last second.

Recovering just in time, Melanie successfully stopped his advances with a defensive kick that landed right on his unprepared chin.

Nearly tripping over his own momentum, Daniel instinctively staggered back to create distance giving his blonde opponent plenty of time to recover.

As he stumbled back to the middle of the squared circle, Melanie came out of the corner seeking to capitalize.

But before she could do so, he quickly snapped out of his brief stupor and aimed a sudden clothesline at her.

Sensing the move, she instinctively ducked underneath his arced forearm and bounced back off the ropes.

Twirling back around to anticipate her next move, Daniel's eyes then widened in shock as she slammed her outstretched torso against his.

The momentum from the ropes along with her powerful running splash sent both competitors to the mat, with Daniel obviously taking the brunt of the impact.

Rolling off his downed body, Melanie clambered up to her feet with her overly anxious opponent now slightly winded.

"Don't tell me you're getting tired already, Daniel? We haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet," she mocked him haughtily, prompting an infuriated grunt for the rookie who of course took the bait.

Staggering back up to his feet, he threw a wild haymaker that she naturally dodged then followed up with another punch that hit the air instead of her taunting expression.

She responded by delivering a surprisingly powerful knee to his midsection that took him down to a knee almost immediately.

His face distorted into a pained grimace as he remained in the kneeling position, but rather than fight back and risk further injury Daniel decided to use her own confidence against her.

Remaining in his vulnerable state with one arm clutching his stomach, he noticed her fighting stance starting to relax as a result.

Sensing victory, Melanie took her time circling around to face his periphery.

Then, with a cocky smirk, the blonde beauty then coiled one forearm around his neck to hold him while letting the other wander teasingly down his chest.

Feeling her warm flesh against his back, Daniel instinctively tensed up as she practically cooed in his ear, "You're going to give me everything I want now, right Dan?"

As those confident words oozed out of her mouth, he felt her slender fingers teasingly tracing the growing bulge in his wrestling briefs.

Melanie rested her head playfully on his shoulder, so assured in her victory that she loosely draped her right leg around his bent knee.

With a smirk, she continued to softly fondle him with one hand, purring with delight as she felt his manhood harden to her feminine touch.

Exactly as planned.