Chapter one of Ginger Jobs series.
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Unfortunately for Ginger, the champ was out with an injury and wouldn't be able to compete for a few months. In the mean time she would go back to competing to earn money until the champion was ready to defend her title. Her first regularly scheduled match was against Misty, a member of Team Hooters; the buxom blonde wore the trademark white tank top, orange short shorts and tan pantyhose. The Lycra material of the top hugged her large breasts as the audience whistled catcalls at the duo as Hannah, another member of Team Hooters, accompanied her partner while the pair waved at the fans. Finally the bell rung and Hannah jumped off the apron onto the floor, clapping for her friend.
"You can beat her, Misty," the brunette babe shouted enthusiastically as she leaned against the ring apron. Ginger was back to wearing her nearly sheer white one piece swimsuit with lace up black wrestling boots and knee pads. The redhead nervously picked her swimsuit out of the crack of her plump pale ass as she circled her opponent. Both girls were in their late teens and this promised to be a good matchup. The League was offering big cash prizes lately; there was the standard hundred bucks for competing plus an extra hundred fifty if you won but they allowed you to earn stacks if you humiliated your opponent.
You got twenty bucks for getting her top off or a hundred for stripping her nude; fifty bucks for attacking her breasts or pussy and the big prize was five hundred for making your opponent lose via orgasm submission. The majority of the rules were still very pro-style, with slams and such, but the online audience was craving the good stuff and the ladies were more than happy to accommodate through any means necessary as long as the pay was worthwhile.
The blonde had two inches on Ginger as the pair went to lock up but the Hooter's girl kicked her white sneaker into her opponent's midsection. Ginger bent over, grabbing her tummy as Misty got a handful of her opponent's red hair and pulled her into a side headlock. With her back to the ref, the blonde converted it into a choke while the crowd still cheered; they didn't play sides as the fickle audience applauded for whomever dealt out the most carnage. Ginger was already having trouble breathing from getting kicked in the breadbasket now with the blonde's arm digging into her windpipe the redhead was struggling to stay conscious as she made ragged rasps while Misty continuously turned so the ref wouldn't notice the illegal hold.
Just before the old man in the striped shirt could call a foul, the buxom blonde hip tossed Ginger to the mat. She landed hard on her back and saw stars as she tried to wheeze but Misty was right on top of her opponent, stomping her sneaker in the redhead's stomach. She hauled Ginger up by her hair and tossed her through the ropes where the teen landed on the thin ringside mats with a thud.
Ginger was groaning as Misty turned to argue with the ref when she was assaulted by another pair of white sneakers kicking her in the temple and on her back. She was picked up by her hair and whipped into the steel ring steps where she ran into it the edge stomach-first. She lay across them, gasping like a fish out of water, as the other Hooter's girl held her chest down against the cold steel with her forearm and slipped her right hand up inside the crotch of her swimsuit.