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Once again the CWF arena was filled with wrestling fans and spectators on a Friday night, more people coming in. Once every seat was taken, the doors closed tightly and the lights dimmed. The only lights on were the spotlights above the ring. In the ring was a referee in black and white striped bikini. Soon Kazumi Asakura’s voice boomed throughout the arena.
‘WELCOME BACK TO THE CWF WHERE TONIGHT’S MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR A ONE-FALL! MAKING HER WAY TO THE RING: AELITA SCHAEFFER!’
Coming into the arena was a twenty year old girl with short pink hair and black eyes. Her body was fair and slim with strong biceps and six-packs on her abdominal. She was naked with pink nipples and pink hairy vagina, wearing only pink boots and gloves. Following behind her was Kari Kamiya, smiling as Aelita made her way to the ring. She slid into the ring while Kari waited outside, standing up and beaming at the cheering crowd. The cheering died down and Aelita waited in the middle of the ring, Asakura announcing her opponent.
‘AND HER OPPONENT, FROM SPAIN: MILA!’
Mila walked out from the backstage, naked with her pink nipples and red hairy vagina showing. She walked towards the ring, high-fives her fans as she walked passed them. She slid into the ring where she posed, inciting the crowd to cheer louder for her. Once the cheering died down, she turned to Aelita who was grinning at her. She grinned back.
‘Time to redeem myself in the ring.’ Mila said as she raised her fists.
‘Don’t underestimate me just because I am a newbie! You’re going down!’
The bell rang and Mila roared, running toward Aelita with a raised fist. She brought it down but Aelita ducked under the punch and swept Mila off her feet, sending her down onto the mat. Mila gasped in surprise but launched a kick into Aelita, catching her in the chest. Aelita cried out in pain and landed on her bottoms, quickly jumping onto her feet. Mila got onto her feet as well but Aelita was lighter and faster.
Aelita wrapped her arms around Mila’s waist from behind and threw her back in a German suplex throw, making Mila land face-first into the mat. Mila gasped and held her face in pain as Aelita dropped onto her back, pulling her head back in a camel clutch hold. Mila screamed as she tried to reach for the ropes but Aelita only pulled harder, increasing the pressure on Mila’s upper spine. Mila growled and rolled Aelita off her, immediately sitting on her. Mila then started punching Aelita in the face, making Aelita screamed in pain.
‘Pink-haired bitch!’ Mila growled. ‘Don’t get too cocky!’
Aelita could only cried out as Mila’s fists slammed into her cheeks, not giving her any chance to reply or taunt back. When she thought that Aelita had enough, Mila pulled her up onto her feet and Irish whipped her into one of the corners. Aelita gasped as her back hit the turnbuckle, pushing herself away from the corner. As she did that, Mila struck across the face with another hook and grabbing her head, slammed her face into the mat in a face buster. Aelita screamed as her face met the mat, almost on the verge of blacking out. She groaned and held her head as Mila rolled her onto her back and sat on her again, punching her in the face.
‘How do you like my knuckle sandwich you upstart cunt?’ Mila screamed as she rained down punches on Aelita.
To Mila’s surprise, Aelita caught one of her punches. Despite wincing in pain, Aelita grinned up at Mila. ‘Not bad. But it could do with more hardiness!’
Aelita punched Mila in the stomach, her fist drilled deeply into her abdominal. Mila gasped in surprise, spit flying from her mouth. That one such was enough to stun her, giving Aelita the chance to slam her knee at the back of Mila’s head. Mila screamed as she tumbled forward, landing on her fours. Before she could get a chance to get up, Aelita was already behind her. Mila gasped as she felt something hard entered her vagina, stroking her insides.
Mila moaned loudly and sexually as Aelita fingered her crotch, her fingers digging deeper and deeper into her vagina. Mila tried to crawl away but Aelita grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face down into the mat, pinning her down as she continued to sexually assault her. Mila tried to fight it but ended up gasping sexually as cum squirted out from her vagina, coating Aelita’s fingers.
Aelita smiled and pulled her fingers out from Mila’s vagina, allowing the Spanish girl to moan and clutch her wet clitoris. Aelita first stood up before pulling Mila onto her feet, turning her around to face her. Aelita then slapped the groggy Mila twice on the face before turning her upside down. Aelita carried the moaning Mila to the middle of the ring and once she was in position, pile-drive her into the mat. Mila screamed in pain as her head slammed into the mat, falling onto her back when Aelita let her go.
As Mila laid on her back groaning, Aelita quickly climbed up onto a turnbuckle and posed for all to see. After posing, she jumped off from the turnbuckle and landed onto Mila in a frog-splash. Mila screamed in agony as the air was pushed out from her body, drool flowing out from her mouth. All she could do was groaned painfully as Aelita folded her leg towards her stomach, pinning her in a schoolgirl’s pin. The referee went down to make the count.
‘1… 2… 3!’
The bell rang and the crowd erupted in cheers as Aelita smiled and slowly stood up, allowing the referee to pull her left arm into the air. She could hear Kari’s loud cheering and clapping, making her smile broadly. Then Asakura’s voice boomed throughout the arena.
‘WINNER BY PIN-FALL: AELITA SCHAEFFER!’
Aelita smiled as Kari got up onto the ring and hugged her, kissing her deeply. Aelita kissed back, their tongues meeting. They slowly broke the kiss and Kari beamed at her.
‘Congratulation Aelita! You won your debut at the CWF!’
‘Thanks Kari.’ Aelita smiled. ‘Looks like all our training in the gym has paid off.’
They smiled at each other but then they failed when a theme song was played, indicating a new challenger coming into the arena.
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Once again the CWF arena was filled with wrestling fans and spectators on a Friday night, more people coming in. Once every seat was taken, the doors closed tightly and the lights dimmed. The only lights on were the spotlights above the ring. In the ring was a referee in black and white striped bikini. Soon Kazumi Asakura’s voice boomed throughout the arena.
‘WELCOME BACK TO THE CWF WHERE TONIGHT’S MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR A ONE-FALL! MAKING HER WAY TO THE RING: AELITA SCHAEFFER!’
Coming into the arena was a twenty year old girl with short pink hair and black eyes. Her body was fair and slim with strong biceps and six-packs on her abdominal. She was naked with pink nipples and pink hairy vagina, wearing only pink boots and gloves. Following behind her was Kari Kamiya, smiling as Aelita made her way to the ring. She slid into the ring while Kari waited outside, standing up and beaming at the cheering crowd. The cheering died down and Aelita waited in the middle of the ring, Asakura announcing her opponent.
‘AND HER OPPONENT, FROM SPAIN: MILA!’
Mila walked out from the backstage, naked with her pink nipples and red hairy vagina showing. She walked towards the ring, high-fives her fans as she walked passed them. She slid into the ring where she posed, inciting the crowd to cheer louder for her. Once the cheering died down, she turned to Aelita who was grinning at her. She grinned back.
‘Time to redeem myself in the ring.’ Mila said as she raised her fists.
‘Don’t underestimate me just because I am a newbie! You’re going down!’
The bell rang and Mila roared, running toward Aelita with a raised fist. She brought it down but Aelita ducked under the punch and swept Mila off her feet, sending her down onto the mat. Mila gasped in surprise but launched a kick into Aelita, catching her in the chest. Aelita cried out in pain and landed on her bottoms, quickly jumping onto her feet. Mila got onto her feet as well but Aelita was lighter and faster.
Aelita wrapped her arms around Mila’s waist from behind and threw her back in a German suplex throw, making Mila land face-first into the mat. Mila gasped and held her face in pain as Aelita dropped onto her back, pulling her head back in a camel clutch hold. Mila screamed as she tried to reach for the ropes but Aelita only pulled harder, increasing the pressure on Mila’s upper spine. Mila growled and rolled Aelita off her, immediately sitting on her. Mila then started punching Aelita in the face, making Aelita screamed in pain.
‘Pink-haired bitch!’ Mila growled. ‘Don’t get too cocky!’
Aelita could only cried out as Mila’s fists slammed into her cheeks, not giving her any chance to reply or taunt back. When she thought that Aelita had enough, Mila pulled her up onto her feet and Irish whipped her into one of the corners. Aelita gasped as her back hit the turnbuckle, pushing herself away from the corner. As she did that, Mila struck across the face with another hook and grabbing her head, slammed her face into the mat in a face buster. Aelita screamed as her face met the mat, almost on the verge of blacking out. She groaned and held her head as Mila rolled her onto her back and sat on her again, punching her in the face.
‘How do you like my knuckle sandwich you upstart cunt?’ Mila screamed as she rained down punches on Aelita.
To Mila’s surprise, Aelita caught one of her punches. Despite wincing in pain, Aelita grinned up at Mila. ‘Not bad. But it could do with more hardiness!’
Aelita punched Mila in the stomach, her fist drilled deeply into her abdominal. Mila gasped in surprise, spit flying from her mouth. That one such was enough to stun her, giving Aelita the chance to slam her knee at the back of Mila’s head. Mila screamed as she tumbled forward, landing on her fours. Before she could get a chance to get up, Aelita was already behind her. Mila gasped as she felt something hard entered her vagina, stroking her insides.
Mila moaned loudly and sexually as Aelita fingered her crotch, her fingers digging deeper and deeper into her vagina. Mila tried to crawl away but Aelita grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face down into the mat, pinning her down as she continued to sexually assault her. Mila tried to fight it but ended up gasping sexually as cum squirted out from her vagina, coating Aelita’s fingers.
Aelita smiled and pulled her fingers out from Mila’s vagina, allowing the Spanish girl to moan and clutch her wet clitoris. Aelita first stood up before pulling Mila onto her feet, turning her around to face her. Aelita then slapped the groggy Mila twice on the face before turning her upside down. Aelita carried the moaning Mila to the middle of the ring and once she was in position, pile-drive her into the mat. Mila screamed in pain as her head slammed into the mat, falling onto her back when Aelita let her go.
As Mila laid on her back groaning, Aelita quickly climbed up onto a turnbuckle and posed for all to see. After posing, she jumped off from the turnbuckle and landed onto Mila in a frog-splash. Mila screamed in agony as the air was pushed out from her body, drool flowing out from her mouth. All she could do was groaned painfully as Aelita folded her leg towards her stomach, pinning her in a schoolgirl’s pin. The referee went down to make the count.
‘1… 2… 3!’
The bell rang and the crowd erupted in cheers as Aelita smiled and slowly stood up, allowing the referee to pull her left arm into the air. She could hear Kari’s loud cheering and clapping, making her smile broadly. Then Asakura’s voice boomed throughout the arena.
‘WINNER BY PIN-FALL: AELITA SCHAEFFER!’
Aelita smiled as Kari got up onto the ring and hugged her, kissing her deeply. Aelita kissed back, their tongues meeting. They slowly broke the kiss and Kari beamed at her.
‘Congratulation Aelita! You won your debut at the CWF!’
‘Thanks Kari.’ Aelita smiled. ‘Looks like all our training in the gym has paid off.’
They smiled at each other but then they failed when a theme song was played, indicating a new challenger coming into the arena.
