You exert authority

With a scream, you fall down, clutching your face.

The green stuff Wendy spat at you feels similar to sweat in your eyes, it hurts and burns, you can't open them, just squint a little bit, and you can barely tell where you're going. But somehow, your mind stays calm. You roll out of the ring, ignoring the yelling fans and the screaming in the ring, and stagger to the announcer's table.

"Water..." you pant.

Someone hands you a bottle, and you lean back and pour it all over your face.

Your eyes still hurt, but now you can see what's going on. Wendy has her hands full of Tricia's hair and is slamming her head into the mat. Tricia's face is covered with green yuck. You drop to your knees and sneak around behind Wendy, then climb into the ring. Wendy doesn't notice you, and you decide then and there what you're going to do.

You jump up and grab Wendy by the hair, pulling her backwards, then quickly step over her neck and cross your legs. You wait just long enough for her to realize what's happening, and then squeeze. Wendy yelps and grabs at your legs, just like you expected, and you grab her wrists, then fall backwards to the mat. Wendy's nearly face first in your crotch, just not close enough to bite, and you have hold of both her arms. Also, you position your legs so they're not over her ears.

"I could disqualify you, but no one wants to see that. They want to see a sexfight, and they want to see a bitch get punished. And guess what, bitch? I'm the ref, I'm in charge, and if you cheat, I punish you."

You lean back and flex your ass, tightening your scissor hold. Wendy whimpers as her face turns red, and you see a vein running across her forehead. You relax the pressure, and Wendy gasps for breath as much as she can.

"And I'm guessing that, pain for pain with that cheap shot you gave Tricia and this hold here, you two will be even right abouuuut...." One more tight squeeze, almost as hard as you can, but not as long. "Now." You drop her head to the mat. "Now stay put if you know what's good for you."

Grabbing the rest of the water, you walk over to Tricia, grab her hair, not too roughly but making sure she knows who's boss, and pour it in her face. Then with a smile, you pull your little referee shirt over your head and use it to wipe the water from her face.

"You okay?" You ask her.

"Yeah."

"Alright. Wendy, get your ass over here. No wait, stay there, just roll over. We're doing this right." You strut to the middle of the ring, grab Wendy around the waist and pick her up to her knees. "Now stay on all fours like that, and Tricia, you come here. No, legs apart, bitch." You slap Wendy on the thigh. "We're starting this like a real proper wrestling match, and Wendy, since you're the one that fouled, you get to start on the bottom."

Wendy looks at you hatefully. Tricia kneels down behind Wendy and slowly leans over her, rubbing her breasts against Wendy's back. She takes position, pushing her hips up against Wendy's as tight as she can. Her left hand grabs Wendy's left wrist, and her right arm snakes around Wendy's body and grabs her breast."

"HEY!" Wendy protests.

"What? It's sex wrestling, I'll allow it." You say. "Oh, and I need to borrow some black lipstick, I know you have some, I just don't want you pulling technicalities about me not having black stripes." You find her black lipstick easily, and use it to paint some black stripes down your now bare chest. You make sure that the stripes go around your breasts, not over top of them, and by the time you're done it looks almost like a body paint BDSM harness.

The whole time you do this, Tricia's working Wendy's nipple with her hand, and her lips all over the back of Wendy's neck. Wendy's pretending to be bored and most people would be fooled, but you and Tricia can hear her breathing getting heavy.

"Okay, now we're ready. 3... 2... 1... WRESTLE!" You shout.

Originally by ThaCat005