End: Cum Wrestling

The ring was smaller than a standard wrestling ring...and, with four other women, one at each corner, rather crowded. Lois Lane braced herself, legs far apart...and her heart sank. A thin white puddle practically filled the middle of the ring, leaving the posts at the corners dry, and weighing down the middle where she stood, so that it squished between her toes. The smell was immediately familiar: ammoniac, locker room, her father's underwear—it was cum. She stood in a puddle of cum.

"Let's get ready to rummmmmble!" Blaze's voice rang out from the speakers, and Lois looked past the ropes and saw the crowd that filled the room. "Welcome to the baby match! We have five bitches...and a prize of five hundred thousand dollars! Last one standing gets it. Everyone else..."

The crowd's laughter drowned her out. Lois stared around at the naked women she had come to save as they inched into the slimy semen.

Then there was the bell.

Diana Reynolds was 19, with reddish copper hair and green eyes. Tall and lithe, she charged Lois Lane from the front—and just like that, a switch clicked in the reporter. Training and instincts came into play. She pushed off against the canvas, her fist flashed up and under the outstretched hands....there was a crunch that Lois felt all the way up her arm as her knuckles made contact, and the teenager went down, her nose a red ruin...

...and Lois, immediately off-balance, slipped and fell on top of Diana, whose moment carried her sliding cunt-first through the thick of the cum-puddle.

The reporter's tumble saved her from the grasp of Mara de la Cruz, a heavyset 20-year old Latina art major, who collided with Jenny Dunlap, the skinny, flat, blonde 22-year-old modern dance major. The two women struggled at grips with one another, their feet threatening to slide out from under them. Beneath her, Diana howled and clawed at Lois Lane's eyes...and Lois, exasperated, hit her again, under the jaw, with a short, sharp jab that bounced the cum-soaked hair against the canvas...and Diana went still.

Lois was on all fours when Mara and Jenny fell over her. The two were still at grips, neither willing to let go—and the reporter didn't even bother trying to get back to her feet. She simply crawled away from the two squabbling bitches as they rolled around and around in the jizz of hundreds of men...

Seriously, Lois thought. What did Blaze do, rob every sperm bank in Metropolis? Assuming this is all human semen...

The reporter wasn't sure...but as she reached the edges of the puddle, she saw that she had another problem.

Tonya Wong was the smallest of the women. 21 years old, a business major...and, Lois saw from her stance, she'd had at least a few lessons in judo. The petite Asian woman stood in a crouch, left foot forward, hands open and in front of her as if ready to catch a punch which Lois Lane had no intention to through.

There was a dull thudding nose behind Lois, but her eyes were fixed on Tonya. The reporter's hands were pressed into the puddle of cum as she rose to one knee, just out of reach.

"We don't have to do this," Lois said. "We can get out of here, if we work together..."

"Save your breath," Tonya said. "That prize is mine!"

Lois sighed. She let her shoulders slump...and to the audience it must have seemed like all the events of the long night were finally catching up with her...

...and then the reporter's arm came up, underhand, a palmful of watery jizz flung into the wide brown eyes. Tonya blinked, panicked at the unexpected bukkake...and Lois pulled herself up on her forward leg. She didn't even try to wrestle with Tonya. Her sticky hand grabbed Tonya Wong's pussy between her legs and bodily lifted her up. The young woman cried out...and kept crying as Lois, her muscled strained to the limit, lifted her up higher, took a step forward, and tossed the young woman beyond the ropes.

The reporter panted with exertion, turned around...and saw Jenny Dunlap, face-down in the center of the sperm-puddle. Mara de la Cruz, the heavyset art major, stalked forward. She had, the reporter noted, a fairly low center of gravity and some real mass and muscle...and her dark eyes were wide and maddened.

Lois Lane drew herself up to her full height. A part of her wanted to just jump over the ropes...throw the fight...maybe escape before she was recognized...but then Mara had to open her mouth.

"You cunt!" the irate art major said. "I'm going to hold you down and stuff fistfuls of jizz into your stinking twat!"

The reporter's eyes narrowed. That was uncalled for.

Lois covered the distance between them in one leap. Her left leg came up, right between Mara's wide-set legs...and the reporter could feel the squish of her hot pussy against the top of her foot, right before the momentum of the kick carried her through to crack against the young woman's pelvis. The cunt-punt actually lifted Mara de la Cruz up onto her toes.

A hiss of sympathetic pain went up from the crowd.

Mara doubled-over in eye-watering pain. She instinctively crouched forward, defensive, hands to her wounded slit...and Lois Lane's knee caught her under the chin. Pain exploded in the reporter's leg as she made contact, and the younger woman fell backward with a splash. Lois had to wade in, limping, into the pool and drag the squirming, crying bitch out of the cum puddle and toss her over the ropes.

"And the winner...and new champeeeen..." Blaze's voice rang out. "Is Loiiissss Laaaaaaane!"

The crowd roared. Cameras flashed...and the bald, cum-splattered, naked reporter gave a wounded smile as she held her aching body aloft, not sure what hurt more...her pride at having her identity known and nude pictures of her cum-wrestling now recorded forever, or the pain in her arms and legs as she realized how hard the fight had been on her tired body.

Well, Lois Lane allowed herself, as Blaze stepped into the ring with a comically overlarge check. At least I can afford a morning-after pill.

Lois Lane was already thinking of the consequences of her night out...yet it would have ramifications far beyond what she expected. Once the word went out, Lois Lane would find she also had a new career...because no title goes unchallenged. That is another story.