The origin of Sex Wrestling and the Mcvan and Luv feud

In the distant past....

A man gets slammed to the mat, his ebony skin wavering from the blow under the lights overhead before a busty blond woman slams into him.

She spreads her body over his chest.

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The bell rings.

“And your winner, Tulip Luv!” A ring announcer says in a shoddy mike.

The small crowd around the bar applauded and clapped.

The man that Tulip pinned got up and held his hand out.

Tulip takes it and shakes it.

“Not bad Mark, need to work on your right through.” Tulip checks her jaw, “I can still feel it.”

“Thanks Tulip.” Mark says still shaking her hand, “I will work on that.”

“Of course.” Tulip grabs tightly around Mark’s hand and pulls her in. Her breasts pressed hard against Mark’s chest, “That’s not the only thing I can help you work with.”

Tulip starts to slide her hand down Mark’s trunks.

“Hey, Tulip, what are you doing?” Mark asks with sweat coming down his forehead.

“Come on Mark.” Tulip says grabbing Mark’s large cock and starts stroking it, making it nice and hard, “Let’s give this crowd a real show.”

She then lunges forward and kisses Mark on the lips.

Mark tries to push away but Tulip holds still with the referee getting between them and starts pushing them away.

The crowd booed as beer bottles and trash was thrown into the ring.

The referee finally manages to pull the two apart. Tulip licks her lips and sniffs her fingers where she strokes Mike’s cock.

Mike snarls and jumps at Tulip, but the referee holds him back.

They both went to the announcer and told him something.

“Due to unethical conduct by the winner. The result of the match has been defaulted. The winner is Mike the Man!”

The crowd booed and cheered. Tulip leaps forward but the referee holds her back, telling her it was her fault. She needs to keep her hands to herself.

Tulip throws her hands up in frustration and leans against the ropes. There she sees a blond hair woman looking at her in the crowd wearing a leather jacket with tight shirt and jeans underneath it all. The woman continues to stare at Tulip, licking her lips at her as the rest of the crowd continues their drunken antic.

Tulip smirks and turns. She walks past Mike, pushing him against his shoulder as she walks out of the ring.