mass attack (even Rocky had a montage...)

The Doctor sidestepped another swing of Melissa with a baseball bat in the mall.

“As amusing as your prehistoric idiocy is, I’m afraid my point has been made,” Doc said dryly.
“What point?” Melissa fumes, sweating from exertion and her makeup starting to run. “All you did was run from me. At least you’re not ducking behind your bimbos for a change…”
“Nonsense. I’ve found you simply can’t hide behind my girls forever. Sometimes, it’s best to have them hide behind someone else.”

“Huh?”
BAM!

A pair of chairs clanged into either side of her head, wielded by Pam and Rachel. Ann dropping to her knees holding her head in agony. The Doctor smirked as the girls discarded the chairs and he eyed the belt thoughtfully. “Perhaps another time. Would rather not have this sort of attention just yet.”

40 Cent hammered Vicky in the back with a pair of brass knuckles, toppling her from the top turnbuckle and leaving Chantz holding Diabla expectantly on the mat. 40 kicked Vicky while she was downed a bit before taking her whip. “Oh, shit yea,” he grinned, cracking it over its owner’s back.

“What the fuck, you ghetto prick!?” Chantz snarled, caught off guard when Diabla threw an elbow back into her stomach. She tagged in Tikka, both girls charging but Chantz ducking their double clothesline.

She turned and socked them both to the mat, moving quickly to pin Tikka. Diabla kicked her off, but a moment too soon to stop the 3 count. She settled for helping up Diabla, Chantz shoving her aside to run out of the ring after 40, who was already well up the ramp laughing.

“I’m so keeping this shit,” he laughed, holding up Vicky’s whip as he left.

Monica and Kimmy Brightlight were burned out from their long-winded battle, Thunder bursting into the ring and grabbing them both in a double-headlock from behind. Both gagged in his powerful grip as he laughed characteristically. He thumped their heads together, dropping them both dizzily to the mat.

“And to think I used to tag team. Woulda been better of takin’ handicap matches,” he taunted, thumping a kick into Kimmy’s stomach. He took Monica by the hair, lifting her to her knees when Monica smashed her fist into his balls. Thunder groaned, quaking but managing to shoot a knee into her chin.

“Miserable cunt,” he snarled, lifting her up again when Kimmy tackled him from behind, hammering him with punches to the head. He was worked over heavily, but Monica recovered in time to suddenly grab Kimmy from behind, pinning her while she was still surprised. Thunder made to leave, but Monica grabbed his heel.

“Not so fast, boy,” she growled, Kimmy rising with thoughts of **** on both of them.

25 minutes into the half hour iron-woman sex match, Reina and Miss H were neck-in-neck. Reina was up by two, mostly from a sudden comeback by making Sandra cum repeatedly after her aphrodisiac mist. Sandra rubbed it from her face as it finally wore off, but she was still winded from Reina’s fingering orgasms.

Reina moved in on Sandra when she suddenly tripped. The Cowboy grabbing her heel, he pulled her halfway under the ropes, leaving her bent over the ring apron with her upper half in the ring.

“Scuse me, but I usually don’t play like this. You ladies just don’t leave us fellahs much of a choice,” Cowboy said solemnly, but with a smile on his face. Already bottomless, Cowboy had no problem with slamming his cock inside her from behind. Reina gasped, moaning a few seconds before she came over him. Not willing to let the chance go by, Miss H knelt in front of her and made out with Reina, making her cum repeatedly between the two of them.

The Cowboy eventually gave her a slap on the ass and a tip of the hat, leaving the arena. Miss H easily won a few minutes later with more than a ten point lead.

Jack threw another maid into the pile outside the ring. Timmy ran squealing past him, Jack throwing out a quick close line to drop the pursuing servant. Baroness’ eyes kept running between them and the approaching Amazon. It was all she needed to press her advantage, grabbing Baroness’ arm and neck in a hold, strangling the royal pain. Baroness gagged and writhed, finally squeezed her ****. Amazon eyed Jack strangely as Baroness’ arm was lifted and dropped, confirming the ko. Jack threw her a mock-salute and walked backward out of the ring, Timmy bolting after him giggling.

“I’m useful,” he chimed.
“Sure are, little dude. C’mon, let’s check up on the rest of the gang.”