An inter-title bash

The women in charge of the league had talked it over with the present title holders, and they had all agreed. All belt-holders were going to be in a battle royale in a jumbo-sized ring. The tag-team champions would be allowed to both participate and be in the ring at once, but they would still have another 4 women to worry about, so it wasn’t as huge an advantage as it sounded.

There was nothing but prestige and glory at stake, so none of them could lose their belts from the match. It would go on until all competitors were down and out for good, no exceptions. The fans were nearly out of control when the announcer finally got things started.

“First up! Making her way to the ring, the current sexfight champion! The one hundred and sixty pound walking mountain of pure, barely-legal muscle, Amber the bodybuilding teen!”
Amber skipped to the ring, blowing kisses (and making more suggestive gestures to some) as she went. She was dressed in casual clothes of a short tank top and cutoff jeans, showing off her carved body. Her abs glistened with oil and sweat in her midriff.

“Next to enter the ring. The curvy giantess who just violently tore the hardcore championship belt just weeks ago from the hands of April the Felon in a back alley brawl match! Crushing her opponents like a bathroom scale and never leaving them asking for seconds, Rosa “Big Mama” Cakes!”
Rosa thundered to the ring, laughing triumphantly. The belt was hugging tightly against her fat stomach, and she shoves aside fans who leaned too far at her over the railings. She wore tight spandex pants and a tube top with her breasts spilling out from both above and below.

“And the tag belt champions! Returning from an extended injury to reclaim their title DAYS after their arrival from the fierce Heaven and Hell! The only dancing they’ll be doing tonight is on your spine, as these musical minxes enter the ring! Tulip and Daisy Dixie, The Dixie Bitches!”

The country girls came into the arena blasting their music, arm and arm as they strutted sexily to the ring, swinging their hips with every step. They both climbed onto the ring apron when Tulip grabbed Daisy around the waist, dipping her backwards so that she hung over the edge of the ring, and gave her a wet, tongue-filled kiss that had the fans screaming their lungs out. Both licked their lips and entered the ring.

“Next up, the Texan tough who can never get enough! Who’s too hardcore for the rules and too fearless to bend to anyone! When she’s not knocking back brews, she’s knocking out her competition in defense of her female championship belt! Give it way the fuck up for Kim Austin!”

The blonde Texan strode to the ring, a six pack in one hand as she used the other to flip off the crowd. She kept it up the whole time as she popped open all six of the beers, dumping them over her head and chugging them all at once. The crowd ate it up. She climbed to the top turnbuckle and chucked the empty cans to the crowd before hooting euphorically for their cheers.

“And finally, the mixed belt champion! Straight out of darkest Africa and having crushed nearly every man she’s ever met, in and outside the ring! She’ll break your nose and still look steaming hot enough to make you thank her for it! The lovely jungle goddess, Simone!”

Simone marched to the ring, staff in hand as always. Even when she didn’t use it, she just had it around. It could really rattle some of her opponents, but no one tonight. The Dixie Bitches were always cocky, Amber didn’t seem to have room between sex and fighting to register fear, Big Mama looked down on everyone and Austin would sooner head butt you than think about you.

Simone suddenly picked up pace right before the ring, sprinting and then jamming her pole into the ramp, using it to vault into the ring and land acrobatically in the ring.

“So many playmates…” sighed Amber contently.
“So many victims,” chuckled Tulip.
“So many cushions,” laughed Big Mama.
“So much talkin’ I’m gonna die of boredom here! Let’s fuckin do this!”