The Exhibition Match

"Welcome everyone. I am the slut with the most. Sharon Lane and sitting next to me with a gorilla of a bodyguard is my boss. The Megan Mcvan!"

"Thank you Sharon. I'm glad to be here and for future notice. Don't refer to Red as a gorilla. It makes her... upset."

Before Sharon could say anything generic music comes on and out comes a muscular black woman.

"Hey you're the who signed the checks. So, what do we have here? I thought we were going straight into the tournament. But here I see, Ebony Saint. The best friend of Mama Luv and her co-star of Ghetto Whores."

"We were Sharon, but as you know the opening ceremony hit a bit of a snag with that Irish cunt opening her big mouth and now I have a Ebony Saint without a match. So I decided to let her go out there and get some of the action herself. If this goes well. I might make this a permanent thing."

"Well, if anyone can handle what you are dishing out Ms. Mcvan, its' Ebony Saint. She is a wrestler herself just like Mama, who got blacklisted in every major wrestling promotion because she was caught having sex with fans after shows in the locker rooms."

"Yes, its a shame that a lot of these promotions aren't as openminded as people think with all their wacky characters they have on their shows. Remember viewers. Those promotions are fake, this is real."

"Nice dig, Ms. Mcvan. Nice dig."

Ebony takes the mike from Cloudy, the ring announcer, and gives the crowd big smile showing off her big pearly teeth.

“So how you liking things so far?"

The people cheered louder.

"We already have a match set that no one has seen before and probably will ever again. How many of you are excited for that?"

Many people raised their hands.

Ebony nods her head, “Not bad, not bad. Well, I am sorry that you didn’t get to see me and Mama fight but I think we all agreed that match that is coming is going to be much better. But to make sure my fans out there don’t go home disappointed that they didn’t see their black goddess fight and seeing how we still have time before the tournament starts, I’m going ask one lucky volunteer to get into the ring with me and have a little match with me.

The crowd roared with applause.

“So, who is it going to be?” Ebony asked as people raised their hands up, “Don’t worry. I go easy on you.”

Ebony looked at the eager crowd seeing who looked good to fight when a man’s voice screams with an accent.

“I vill take challenge! I vill fight you!”

A hooded man walked through the crowd. To Ebony he looked like a medieval monk and through he was slightly hunched over, Ebony thought she could see some muscle underneath that robe.

Ebony smiled, “Well, come on up. Mr....”

“Ivan.” The man says, getting slowly into the ring and through the ropes, “MY fellow kolleagues kalled me Mad Monk Ivan beforrre I fled to Amerrrica frrrom Motherrrland in RRRussia.”

“From Russia, huh?”

“Da, I kame herrre to teach what my brrrotherrrs vould not vant to eskape frrrom lips of me.”

“And what would that be?”

“The trrruth path to divine. To grrreat Mother goddess zat ve kan only access to thrrrough pover of orrrgasm.”

“A new religion, huh? With an emphasis on sex. I’m starting to like the sound of it Ivan.”

“Yes.” Ivan smiles as he takes off his robes and stands up fully.

Ebony gasps as the man stands over her, with a brown mohawk and a nicely trimmed brown beard as his muscles rippled through out his body, more muscles then Ebony had, and glistens under the sun with nicely trimmed chest hair. Not only that, but Ebony could see the horse that Ivan was packing in his tight red shorts that make Ebony’s lips glisten as she felt her pussy getting wet and her nipples get hard.

“I figurrre you vould. Zat's why in end you vill kall me master when zis match thrrrough.”

"Will you look at that mountain of man meat. I'm not to going lie, Ms. Mcvan. Looking at him, is making my pussy wet."

"Hmm." Megan moans, "I have to agree with you on that. Sharon."

The bell rings.