Sexxx Ep 02

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME BACK TO SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT XXX!!"

Murray Alders

thunders from the announcers' booth. "We are back for the second episode and this one's sure to be a barn burner! Joining me once again is my broadcast partner,

Lance Hardstyle

!"

Next to him, Lance is wearing a bright yellow tuxedo with the sleeves cut off, and a matching beret. "You ain't kiddin' Mur-man!" he agrees. "We've got two more matches of the championship tournament and three lovely ladies looking to advance to the semi-finals!"

"Three lovely ladies?" Alders balks. "Don't you mean four?"

"I absolutely do not!" Lance snorts. "

Mean Momma D

competes tonight and her own mother wouldn't describe her as lovely!"

"Yikes! I hope you're talking about her in-ring style," Alders says. "She's certainly not afraid to get ugly between the ropes!"

"She's not afraid to get ugly anywhere, Alders!"

"Don't you forget it, Softstyle!" interjects the raspy voice of a lifelong smoker. Mean Momma D barges into the announcers' booth. She's an older woman, with a haggard face and bleach blond hair showing too much of her salt & pepper roots. She's tall and heavy, with a boxy frame, wearing a leather vest that shows an overabundance of cleavage. There's a motorcycle club patch on her back that reads; "Broads in the Chaos Habit" with the image of a skeleton dressed like a nun.

Lance's beaded face twists in disgust as he eyeballs the veteran superstar.

"Mean Momma D!?" Alders says. "What are you doing here??"

"I wouldn't show up to the SEXXX arena without coming to see you, my classy little sex-muffin!" MMD says, running her hand through Alders' white hair.

"Sex-muffin??" The aging announcer stammers, his eyes going wide in shock and discomfort. "No offense Momma D but I have to stay impartial to do my job!"

"C'mon Alders," Lance laughs. "You don't wanna offend the lovely lady!"

"Shut it, Vance!" MMD snaps, balling up her fist.

"It's 'Lance'!"

MMD rolls her eyes. "You keep running that cock-sucker and I'll pound you like I'm gonna pound that prissy blond bimbo tonight!"

"Prissy bimbo?" Alders cuts in. "Surely you can't mean your opponent,

Jenna Knight

!? She's an international superstar!"

"She's a barbie doll, tasty-nuts," MMD scoffs. "She's great for playing with little girls but throw her to the dogs and she'll get chewed to bits!"

"And you're the biggest dog around here!" Lance chuckles.

"Damn right I am!" MMD snarls. "Meanest dog in the yard and if you ain't careful you'll get bit too, Hard-bile!"

"Miss Knight was one of the hottest prospects to sign with SEXXX," Alders warns. "She's an accomplished in-ring competitor, I wouldn't take her too lightly if I were you!"

MMD grins, leaning up against Murray. "Look at you, worried about me!" she purrs. "Don't worry, honey-cock, I'm gonna bust her tight little cunt till it's looser than the slots in Reno!"

Momma D strokes a finger down Murray's cheek, then blows him a kiss and leaves the booth. The older announcer shivers, visibly disturbed.

"Mur-man, you ol' dog!" Lance says when he's sure she's gone.

"Don't start!" Alders shakes his head. "Let's...let's just get this show on the road!"

"Sounds good to me!" Lance agrees. "Cuz up first, we finally get to see what happens when the girl-next-door meets the bitch-from-down-the-street!"

"Let's go to the ring!" Alders says.

"Our first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall!" ring-announcer

Jerry Mandela

is in the ring. "And is a first round match up in the SEXXX Championship tournament!"

At the top of the ramp,

Trent Jasper

saunters out holding a microphone. His cropped hair is a mess and he's wearing a cutoff Lynyrd Skynyrd tee-shirt and ripped jeans. The crowd boos and he grins, drinking it in for a moment. Then he lifts the mic to his lips and in his lazy southern drawl shouts; "PLAY SOME SKYNYRD!"

The twangy chords of Lynyrd Skynyrd answer his call and as the tempo picks up

Misty Smolders

struts out beside him. She's a thin girl, with a pinched face and dishwater blond hair spilling out of a red bandana. Her narrow-hipped figure borders on lanky, with a perky set of large fake breasts. She's wearing a stars & bars bikini top, with a pair of daisy duke shorts, and black combat boots at the end of her long legs.

"Making her way to the ring at this time," the ring announcer goes on as the couple ambles down the ramp, antagonizing the fans. "Accompanied by her boyfriend, Trent Jasper...with the measurements 32DD-26-28, this is Misty Smolders!"

The crowd continues to boo as the couple climb in the ring. When the music fades and the energetic riffs of Motley Crue take over the fans begin to cheer!

At the top of the entry ramp, a slender brunette appears bouncing in excitement as the fans begin to sing along with her entrance music. She's got a subtle figure with long, slim legs and petite perky breasts. She's wearing teal spandex trunks with black accents, and a matching halter top, along with teal fishnet sleeves and black boots.

"And her opponent!" Jerry shouts over the singing crowd. "With the measurements 28B-24-26...

Brittany Love

!!"

A smattering of cheers begins to break through the singing as Brittany reaches the ring and hops up on the apron. She leads the sing along as the chorus blares. Trent has dropped down to the floor and approaches from around the corner.

"Hey!" he shouts up at her. "Hey sweetie! Take a good long look cuz that there's what a real woman looks like!"

"She's a real woman, huh?" Brittany responds, turning towards him. "Cuz I see two things I know are fake!"

While she's distracted, Misty charges across the ring and blasts her off the ring apron! Brittany hits the floor with a thud and a groan.

"Woo hoo!" Trent cackles. "You stupid bitch!"

Misty climbs out of the ring as the brunette is struggling back to her feet. She's not quite ready to defend herself as the dishwater blond kicks her in the stomach, doubling her over. Grabbing Brittany's arm, Misty irish-whips her into the ring post! The brunette cries out in pain as she slams against the metal and collapses in a heap, gasping for breath.

The referee has jumped out of the ring now too. "Come on, Misty, knock it off!" he reprimands. "Brittany are you alright?"

"Do your job and ring the bell, pencil-dick!" Misty snarls in a shrill southern accent.

"You know I can't till you're both in the ring!" the ref shouts.

Misty shoves past him and hauls the stunned brunette up off the floor. Dragging her back to the ring, she rolls her inside, following in. The ref slides under the rope beside Brittany.

"Brittany, can you fight?" he asks. "Do you want to start the match?"

The brunette groans, pushing up on her hands and knees. "Ring the fuckin' bell..."

The ref shrugs and signals the time keeper to begin the match: DING DING!

Before Brittany can get up, she's stomped into the mat! She tries to roll away but Misty is all over her, stomping her in the stomach, kicking her in the ribs, and driving a knee into the small of her back! Whimpering in pain, she cannot escape the vicious barrage. Rolling Brittany onto her back, the blond pounces wrapping her skinny fingers around her throat. The brunette can only squirm helplessly as her air supply is cut off!

"Hands off the throat, Misty!" the ref orders. "1-2-3-4..." She releases the choke. "Keep that up and I'll disqualify you!"

As Misty argues with the ref, Brittany scrambles away, sucking in a few deep breaths. Using the ropes for support, she manages to stand, her head beginning to clear. Suddenly, she feels a hand grab and squeeze her pert, teal covered ass. She turns to find Trent groping her!

"What the hell are you doing?" she gasps.

He gives her a crooked toothed grin. "Who me?"

Before she can reply, Brittany is blasted in the back with enough force to knock her through the ropes and out of the ring again. She tumbles to the floor with a startled groan. Holding her aching side, she looks up to see Misty grinning down at her. The ref backs the dishwater blond away from the ropes, reprimanding her again.

Rolling to her knees, Brittany tries to gather her wits. Instead, she feels both of Trent's grubby hands grabbing her peach-like ass! She scrambles to her feet, even as he's squeezing and fondling her tight little cheeks.

"Get off!" she shouts, whirling around and trying to slap him.

Trent catches her arm and smiles lewdly. "Just between you an' me? You might have a better ass than Misty."

"You pig!" Brittany yells pulling her arm away.

"Come on, Love, get back in the ring!" the ref instructs. "You've go till the count of ten! 1-2-3..."

Glowering at Trent, the brunette climbs into the ring. Misty charges again but this time Brittany ducks out of the way! When the dishwater blond turns back towards her opponent, she's rocked with a stiff left hook! Brittany follows her staggering adversary into the corner, and lights her up with a knife-edged chop! Misty howls in pain, slumping back against the turnbuckle.

"What do you think?" Brittany shouts to the crowd. "Do fake tit chops sound like real ones? Here, listen again!"

The brunette fires in a second chop! Misty screeches, clutching her buxom chest now sporting a red handprint. The crowd laughs uproariously.

Suddenly Trent jumps up on the ring apron beside them. "Hey bitch, why don'chu try that on me?!"

"I'd love to!" Brittany replies throwing a lightning fast chop that hits him square in the chest!

The crowd howls in delight! Trent hollers in pain, leaping down and throwing a fit on the floor.

"Keep your nose out of my match!" Brittany screams down at him. "And your hands off my ass!"

As she's distracted, Misty lunges forward grabbing the waist band of her teal and black trunks! She yanks them down unveiling a plain white thong clinging the brunette's prim little pussy! The crowd immediately erupts in excitement at the sight.

Brittany gasps in shock, looking down at her exposed panties in dismay. She reaches down to pull her trunks back up, but Misty quickly reaches between her slender thighs and begins kneading her cunt.

"Oh no! Don't!" the brunette moans, feeling warmth rush through her narrow hips and up into her flat tummy. Brittany grabs the ropes for support as a shiver of arousal wobbles her knees.

"That's a good little slut," Misty purrs. "Like that don't ya!"

"No!" Brittany gasps, grabbing the other girl's wrist. "Get off!"

She pries the hand from her pussy, but before she can retaliate Misty slides in low, entangling their long legs and taking her down with a drop-toe-hold! The prone brunette feels her trunks slide off completely, hearing the fans' cheering the sight of her thong clad ass. As she pushes up on all fours, Misty's hand whips across her tight little backside!

Brittany yelps in pain as her opponent spanks her again, sending a rush of embarrassment through her! Then, before she can get up, Misty grabs a handful of her brown locks, straddles her slim back, and begins bouncing up and down, slapping her ass over and over.

"YEE HAW!" the dishwater blond hoots, riding Brittany like a pony. "Giddy up, bitch! GIDDYAP!"

Tears begin to well as Misty humiliates the brunette. Frustration burns in her stomach, feeling totally unable to overcome the dirty tactics of her opponent.

Refusing to give up, Brittany lunges upwards bucking like a bronco and throwing the other woman off her back! Misty hits the mat with a groan, losing her bearing for a moment as the other girl gets to her feet. Before she can recover, Brittany grabs her by the ankles and uses her long legs to slingshot the dishwater blond into the corner!

Misty's face bounces off the turnbuckle pads and she staggers backwards right into the waiting brunette. Brittany spins her around, hooking her shoulders and snagging the waistband of her daisy dukes then lifting her up in a textbook vertical suplex! The dishwater blond crashes down with a grunt of pain and Brittany follows up with a quick cover!

The ref hits the mat: 1...2-Misty kicks out!

"I can't see!" she shouts, even as Brittany gets to her feet. "Ref! There's something in my eyes!"

"Don't fall for that!" the brunette growls as the ref backs her off. "This is bullshit!"

Brittany stands back, seething as the ref checks on Misty's vision. The instant she senses someone behind her, two hands slip under her halter top and grab her perky little tits!

"What are you doing!?" she squeals in revulsion.

Brittany can't resist the surprisingly strong grip as Trent pulls her slender body against his chest. His hands knead her firm little orbs, sending a rush of unwelcome tingles through her chest.

"They're so small," he whispers directly into her ear. "I guess B stands for 'Barely' tits! Haw!"

Squirming helplessly, the girl just does not possess the strength to break his grip. Trent squeezes her petite breasts, wringing a moan from her lips. Her nipples harden between his boney fingers and feeling him stroke the stiff little nubs triggers an unwelcome rush of arousal, slicking her pussy!

"LET GO!" she cries, throwing an elbow back and catching him right in the face!

Trent recoils, cursing in pain. As he pulls his hands back, her halter flips up, bunching around her sternum and exposing her perky little tits to the crowd...who erupt in horny glee!

Blushing bright red, Brittany wraps her arms around her chest. Trent dives out of the ring before the ref can turn around to catch him. The brunette begins trying to untangle her top, but suddenly feels hands at her slim waist. Before she knows what is happening, she gets dragged to the mat in a schoolgirl pin!

She feels Misty grab the waistband of her thong, even as the ref begins the count: 1...2.-Brittany kicks out and when she does the other woman pulls off her panties!

The crowd roars as Brittany scrambles to her feet giving them a glimpse of her tight, shaven slit! Misty is waiting for her though. Grabbing two handfuls of brown hair, she drops back suddenly driving the defenseless brunette into the mat with a sit-out facebuster! Brittany crashes down, stunned by the impact.

"That's it!" Trent shouts on the outside. "That's it, baby! Now get that stripping bonus!"

The dazed brunette cannot offer any resistance as Misty tugs her top the rest of the way off. The crowd cheers at seeing the slender girl stripped. Trent hoots lewdly. Amidst it all, Brittany can only squirm weakly in the middle of the ring, now wearing nothing but her teal fishnet sleeves and black wrestling boots.

Standing over her, Misty snarls. "Time to go back to the second string, bitch!"

She reaches down, grabbing the chestnut tresses once more and dragging Brittany back to her feet. Barely able to stand, her long legs wobble and bow. The dishwater blond presents her dazed, naked victim to the ravenous fans. Her petite breasts quivering with each ragged breath, narrow hips swaying weakly, slender thighs trembling around her pretty, hairless slit.

"This is what happens when the bitch down the street comes knocking!" Misty shouts at the audience in her grating southern accent. "The girl next door gets her naked little ass kicked!"

There's a mixed response as the fans leer at the exposed brunette but can't seem to stand the dishwater blond.

Unable to clear her head or fight back, Brittany knows she is in trouble. She is completely helpless as Misty gives her a second facebuster! The brunette feels victory slip through her fingers as she crashes into the mat and is knocked completely senseless. Trent pounds the mat excitedly as the dishwater blond turns the limp, naked girl over and hooks her long leg for the pin!

The ref slides in for the count: 1...2...on instinct alone, Brittany kicks out at the last instant.

"Bullshit!" Trent hollers. "That was three, ref! Three dammit!"

Despite having kicked out, Brittany is far from being able to recover or defend herself. Misty crawls towards her, letting the fans enjoy the view of her legs and ass in the cutoff denim shorts. She gathers the brunette up, sitting back and wrapping her legs over the girl's slim hips. Hooking her ankles under Brittany's knees she pulls her legs apart, splaying out her defenseless little pussy!

"What are you doing?" Brittany whimpers weakly, as her arms are pinioned behind her.

"I'm gonna show everybody that underneath that cutesy-wootsy nice girl act," the other woman snarls. "You're really just a little slut!"

Misty reaches around and begins to stroke the brunette's pussy. Brittany squirms, whining helplessly, but she is completely locked in by her opponent. The crowd cheers ravenously as the dishwater blond's fingers slide between her pussy lips, spreading and stroking the plaint flesh. Heat blossoms through her slender figure, making her rosy nipples hard and achy. The brunette cannot hold back a moan as Misty reaches deeper and slides a finger into her already slick tunnel!

Trent leans against the ring apron, slack jawed watching the naked girl writhe helplessly in his girlfriend's clutches. He reaches down to adjust his raging hardon.

Gritting her teeth, Brittany tries desperately to hold back her arousal. She cannot stop her pussy from gushing as that finger slides back and forth between her legs. Straining against Misty's unexpectedly tight grip triggers a sense of powerlessness that weakens her resolve. A wave of humiliation rolls over the brunette hearing herself gasping and moaning for her opponent. Another rush of heat causes her subtle curves to tremble, signaling an impending orgasm.

"That's right, don't resist it," Misty purrs feeling the brunette quivering. "You can't beat me anyway, so just let go and show everyone what a hot little slut you are!"

Splayed out and naked before the drooling audience, unable to resist the finger pumping her defenseless cooch, Brittany realizes she's about to lose. It hadn't been a fair fight but the southern couple had played her like a fiddle, and now Misty has her right where she wants her. Moaning helplessly, Brittany's head droops in defeat ready to give in and cum for her opponent.

A sudden rush of burning shame, gives the brunette a final burst of strength! Unwilling to simply surrender, she wrenches one arm free and slams her elbow into Misty's sour face! The dishwater blond cries out in surprise and pain, having thought she had the match won. When her grip loosens, Brittany scrambles desperately away!

Misty follows closely, holding the side of her face and grabbing the girl's slinky locks with her free hand. Brittany grabs the ropes, squealing in pain the other woman tries to pull her back by the hair. The ref steps in, backing the dishwater blond away since the brunette had hold of the ropes.

With the ref distracted, and the brunette's naked figure so tantalizing close, Trent can't resist...he jumps up on the ring apron reaching through the ropes to grab Brittany's warm, wet cunt!

Feeling his hand between her legs, squeezing, Brittany can't hold back another moan and her legs tremble! Trent groans hungrily, licking his lips as her hot juices soak his bony digits as they search for her hole. Swallowing her disgust, the brunette grabs his wrist, holding his hand between her legs and pulls him into the ring, moaning as loudly as she can!

Hearing her, the ref turns from his argument with Misty and sees Trent molesting the naked brunette.

"Hey! You can't do that!" the ref cries. "That's it! Misty you're DISQUALIFIED!"

"WHAT!?" the dishwater blond screeches.

"No! I didn't..." Trent stammers, wrenching his hand away. "You can't do that!"

Brittany sinks her knees, trembling and trying to calm her nerves as the ref signals for the bell: DING! DING!! DING!!