A sorta experimental piece of short matches/stories, as inspired by a few recent commission jobs. Like to see what people think of it compared to full sized ones


The BXDKW was an odd sort of league. More sexualized than even some of the all female wrestling leagues, but not fully pornographic enough to be one of the web-exclusive ones. It had a big enough audience now that it was decently popular, and their main roster had some established background going for them to follow.


Tonight was another fairly standard show. A few big names fights, a jobber or two, and a title shot at the end. Not many people were concerned with it anyway. Sheila ?The Valkyrie? Parker had the title for the entirety of the last season. Deathmask was a major player lately to earn the title shot, but even then people were wary about the monster heel?s chances. But folks still tuned in, and the show still went on.



Match 1: Eyecandy vs Skinhead

Eyecandy was a thin brunette with short hair. She was a cute and bubbly sort of wrestler, making her a general fan favorite. It certainly helped her reputation that her ring attire consisted of nothing but a thong, boots, a pair of pasties the size of a fist, and a glittery silver eyemask. Questionably-topless or not, she hugged and hi-fived her way down to the ring.

Skinhead was about what one would expect from everything the name implied. She was a fit, slightly short woman with a shaved head, effectively bald and with various tattoos here and there on her pale skin. She wore an open biker jacket over a narrow top (losing the jacket once she was in the ring) and tight black shorts. She had a famous temper around the league, and most unlike Eyecandy, she always seemed to find a reason to flip out on anyone. It was that same level of rage that seemed to power her through her matches to effectively take on far bigger foes with her impressive endurance.

Eyecandy was still playing to the crowd when Skinhead rushed her from behind. Candy was no rookie to the game, and hopped out of her corner suddenly to let the bald bull slam into the turnbuckle instead. She waved her hands to invite Skinhead into a test of strength when she was done bouncing off. The crowd cheered on the playful Brit and her intent to stay sporting, even after the attempted ambush. Skinhead readily accepted, squeezing and overpowering Eyecandy's grip before hurling her into the ropes. The slippery good girl still eluded her, bouncing back just to slide under her waiting clothesline and splashed into Skin when she turned around.

While Candy failed to get the easy pin from that, she kept using her agility to stay a few steps ahead of the brutish rageoholic. For every body blow or trip up that Skinhead managed to counter with, Candy was ready to roll or bounce away from any more powerful moves, just to sting Skin with another quick attack. Skinhead must have caught onto this, so when Eyecandy put her into a corner for a quick pummeling, the bald brawler dropped to her knees and hammered a low blow between Candy's legs.

Skinhead shouted dismissive curses at the booing crowd as she dragged the cross-legged Candy to her feet by the hair, proceeding to put the good girl through the ringer with a variety of throws and slams, even choking her on the ropes before the disapproving crowd. When Skinhead went to finish Candy off with a reverse chokehold, the slimmer girl managed to surprise everyone, Skinhead in particular, by using her opponent as support to perform an acrobatic flip over her head. Skinhead didn't see her coming when she turned right into an axe-handle smash to the face, the crowd going wild. Eyecandy refused to go for the easy pin, instead showing off her agility one more time by pulling off her famous finisher, The Ricochet. She went off like a shot at the nearest turnbuckle, leapt up to kick off the top turnbuckle without even properly landing on it, and landed in a flying elbow drop onto Skinhead's chest.

From there it was a quickly counted pin, Candy raising to her knees to shrug off her exhaustion and hoot cheerfully, blowing kisses to her fans as thanks for the win. Of course, then she slid out of the ring, not wanting to linger long enough for the angry Skinhead to get her wind back.



Match 2: Penny "The Survivor" vs Bonnie Bux (with her secretary Vicky)

Penny was a relatively young wrestler in her 20s, but another popular sensation in the ring. She had long red curls and a pretty smile, and one could hardly tell her handicap at a glance. The cameras went through her usual montage and introduction to get the fans behind her; Penny had been a promising female wrestler in training before she was caught in a freak car accident. The incident had her hospitalized and had her arm amputated just below the elbow. Rather than ending her dream, Penny went through with her training and entered the BXDKW as the only wrestler with a partly prosthetic arm. The officials let it go, and it seems like it's generally presented as much benefit as it has issues for her. The Survivor was a hard-earned and fitting name for the up and coming rookie.

Her opponent, Bonnie Bux, was a curvy businesswoman, claiming to be working an inside job on buying out the BXDKW and turn it into a "REAL league." Exactly how real this gimmick was was up in the air, but she came to the ring in a businesslike (though high) skirt and top. She carried a briefcase that she left outside the ring, and her tired and mousey-looking secretary Vicky hurrying after her with a folder full of paperwork.

Bonnie was more confident than she was clever in this matchup. She went right for Penny's fake arm, imagining it to be weak spot based on her research. Penny seemed to fully expect this herself, and while Bonnie was trying to figure out how to take it off or manipulate a limb that felt no pain, Penny would hit her with an elbow to the head or a knee to the stomach, allowing her to capitalize with a quick and practiced suplex or scoop slam. While it wasn't as dexterous as her real hand, a prosthetic wouldn't get tired or sting, and hit harder with its durable plastic.

The Survivor managed to get a headlock on Bonnie, securing her fake around the rich bitch's neck. The crowd cheered her on and shouted for Bonnie to tap out as she thrashed and squirmed against the tight and tireless grip of what The Survivor was calling "The Dead Lock." Bonnie looked to be in real trouble when her secretary started waving papers and shouting at the ref in protest. Right on cue. While the ref worked to ensure that Vicky stayed out of the ring, Bonnie reached into her cleavage and produced a formal-looking, old fashioned pen. She aimed it over her shoulder and pulled on its lever, squirting the ink into Penny's eyes in a blinding burst of blue.

Penny shrieked and let her go in an instant, Bonnie quick to grab her leg and roll her into a pin. Vicky pointed urgently at the ring, the ref turning and counting out the pin before he could spot the inkblot. Bonnie rose up triumphantly, raising her fists proudly as the crowd booed her dirty trick. Penny still rolled on the mats when Bonnie finally grabbed and pulled off her prosthetic, vengefully pressing Penny's own arm across her throat.

"How does it feel, huh!?" she barked at her furiously, the ref struggling to pull her off. A heavy beat went over the speakers, and running down to the ring came Mona Rogue. She was a curvy black girl, known to be ruthless in the ring despite a general sense of fairness and sportsmanship about her. She was clad in tight jean shorts around her prized ass, and a jersey tied up beneath her breasts, as usual. The dreadlocked thug slid into the ring, and before Bonnie could properly flee, Mona gave her a boot to the head. Bonnie fell to the mats, quick to roll out to safety and hold her head as she scolded her secretary for not stopping her sooner. Rogue helped Penny back up as she wiped the ink from her face, retrieving Penny's arm from her and both getting a general applause for their efforts.



Match 3: Seraphina the Pyro vs Titanic

Seraphina was a bright blonde with the back of her head ending with a braid like a long, tightly-woven fuse. She wore a tight tank top and a wild grin on her face, and seemed permanently marked with smudged soot on her cheeks. She used to be a pyrotechnics operator when the league started, but took to using her steady hands and fearless (or some might say reckless) outlook to take her into the ring. Naturally, her intro had the most fireworks, smoke, and laser light shows possible, and she could hardly look prouder of her work before she even set foot in the ring.

Kelly "Titanic" Ross was a big buff woman with dark blonde hair and a permanent tan around her tight, sky blue one piece. She had been a professional bodybuilder before her ego and sadism brought her to BXDKW. She was easily one of the strongest fighters in the league in terms of raw power, and people tended to praise her skill while cringing at her sheer narcissism. For all the boasts and jokes that came about her, it was proving hard for anyone to sink Titanic, and she was vocally gunning for her title shot.


Seraphina held her own to start with, but she was constantly being shut down by Titanic's strength and endurance. Her dropkicks phased her a few times, but eventually Titanic just snatched Seraphina out of the air and power bombed her back to the mats (the commentators joked about how much the pyro would appreciate being put down by such an aptly named move). Titanic tossed Seraphina around like a ragdoll for most of the match, showing her opponent off like a piece of gym equipment.

By the end, Seraphina was trying to frantically crawl her way out of the ring. Titanic grabbed her by the ankle to drag her back in, but Seraphina rolled over and held up a small device that quickly proved itself to be a crude flashbang. The flash and pop rattled the heads of those in the front row, so the blinded Titanic was sent staggering back holding her eyes. Seraphina threw a few kicks into Titanic's midsection, getting her to double over and grab in a headlock. The pyro gestured proudly at the stunned and bedazzled fans, getting some cheers for her showy comeback before she hopped up... and didn't budge. She tried a few more times to pull Titanic into a suplex or stunner or something like that, only to look comically shocked when Titanic wrapped her arms around her middle. Even while seeing stars, Titanic lifted Seraphina into a bearhug, squeezing the screaming technician until she tapped out. Even in her daze, Titanic took a few moments to flex her massive guns before heading backstage to stop seeing spots.



Match 4: April and June the Beach Bunnies vs Suzuki Sorata + ???

April and June weren't exactly full of surprises. They were bleach-blonde, busty white girls in iconic red swimsuits, practically skipping to the ring with their photogenic smiles. Anyone who'd seen them wrestle could tell you how sour the sweet-looking lifeguards could be. You always found one with the other, looking like sisters in their generically pretty looks, and bashing on anyone who didn't match their style.

It was how they came into their current match. Suzuki Sorata was a small Asian wrestler who always fought in a school girl-like skirt and blouse, leaving her glasses outside the ring. She had more heart that talent, and the Beach Bunnies zeroed in on her quickly as a target for their bullying. They called her out on her as a puny, ugly, talentless geek that would never have a chance against even one of them. Suzuki came back by threatening them with a tag match with her and her sister. If the Bunnies were confident in their skills alone, they thought they were unbeatable as a pair. And if her sister was anything related to Suzuki, they had nothing to be afraid of.

Sakaki Sorata was NOT like her sister. Despite being a generally pleasant woman to be around, Sakaki was her VERY big sister, a very chubby woman with dark, short hair, and also an amateur sumo wrestling champion. She wore her fundoshi and a large sports bra out to the ring, leaving the Beach Bunnies gawking and pointing the entire time she came down with her sister. Sakaki started the match, and the Bunnies kept pointing at Suzuki to try to urge her to go first.

When that didn't work, the lifeguards got their asses handed to them. Sakaki let them bounce off of her trying to ram or shove her. June even hurt one of her hands from punching Sakaki in the stomach. Sakaki lifted and threw them around the ring, April only managing to get a tag when she screamed and rolled out of the way of a lazy butt-bomb that would have squashed her flat. The blondes came back at her, June grabbing their floatation device to swing at her. Sakaki just took their desperate attacks and calmly grabbed them both by their necks and dropped them with a double chokeslam, Suzuki clapping and cheering excitedly in her sister's corner. Sakaki piled the limp blondes onto each other, sitting on them before the ref had to correct her that their shoulders should be on the ground. Sakaki apologized and rearranged them to meet his demands, getting a laugh from the crowd as she sat back down to squash them in a proper pin.

If the Beach Bunnies were looking for payback, it would have to wait a few weeks for their bones to heal.


Match 5: Shewolf vs Sophie Rox
Shewolf was a notorious wildcard in the league. Promos with her tended to involve a lot of talk about spirit animals, instincts, blood, and adrenaline, as the thrill-seeking loose cannon went after the toughest matches and opponents she could find. She wore a loose top with tears in the front and back like a set of claw marks, a dark sports bra visible underneath. She shook out a head of shaggy, long black hair with a pair of red streaks dyed down either side of the front and some tattered jeans. She strode boldly to the ring, slapping a few hands before mounting the turnbuckle with a loud howl.

Sophie Rox was a former boxer, but she retired after being disqualified over a mysterious scandal. The Spanish girl kept her hair tied up tight to her head in a bun, lean but clearly very fit. She wore a hoodie over her shoulders and head as she jabbed readily on her way to the ring, dropping the coat before she entered in her trunks and tank top.

Despite the talk of their contrast (Shewolf's lack of style compared to Rox's expertise), Shewolf kept control of the match. She took a few hard punches from Rox, but it was clear that she was still struggling to adapt to the wrestling style. A few jabs kept Shewolf busy, but by the fourth she'd picked up a pattern and caught her wrist, twisting it viciously into an armbar.

Rox was clearly out of her element when Shewolf even threw her outside the ring, leaving the boxer dizzied. She lifted herself with the ring apron when Shewolf bodily crashed down into her, flipping off of the top rope with her risky and beloved Full Moon-Sault. Shewolf rose back up, howling proudly at her success and ignoring the ref's urges to get back inside the ring. Shewolf tossed Rox into a set of steel steps a few times, stretching her out over the rough metal and biting into her belly savagely before she seemed to grow tired of her chew toy. She banged Rox's head off of the ringpost, letting her collapse and looking out cold before Shewolf tossed her back into the ring and pressed her hands down on her stomach, pinning her with ease and leaving with further posturing and howling before Rox could even come to.


Match 6: Deathmask vs The Valkyrie

Deathmask was a towering brute, not nearly as buff as Titanic but far wider and heavier, with a bit of a pot belly and nearly as tall. She wore a thick, black one piece outfit, leather gloves that went up to the middle of her forearms, matching boots, and most notably, a simple, plain white plastic mask (try Googling "plastic mask" and see what comes up; yea, that) resembling a plain human face clasped around her head, her hair a shaggy reddish-brown mess that hung over the sturdy clips. She almost never spoke, fought very aggressively, and had a habit of appearing behind other wrestlers at inopportune times.

Deathmask was considered something of the monster of the league right now, and no one was really surprised that she was getting a title shot. The real surprise was coming later...


Sheila ?The Valkyrie? Parker was the beloved champion. She wore a stylized one piece designed to look like medieval armor, pieces of plastic here and there to give the illusion of being actually protective. She had full, long brown curls, and a fit figure despite her getting on in years, well into her 40s. It gave her a few extra curves, but the fans still adored her. She held up the pink and silver belt proudly before passing it off to the ref and stepping into the ring with the potential psycho, smiling at her fearlessly. She was something of a mother figure to many of the girls in the league, showing many of them the ropes (so to speak), but never one to go too easy on you when her title was on the line.

The match was clearly the big one of the night. Deathmask pulled out all the stops, and clearly The Valkyrie was fighting hard to keep that title. They exchanged bit forearm slams and punches to start with before it escalated to faster blows and powerful holds. Deathmask had Sheila bent over backwards against the ropes at one point, squeezing her hands tightly in her own, but The Valkyrie kneed her in the side enough to break free, roll past, and dropkick her out of the ring for a moment to catch her breath.

Deathmask slowly lumbered back up and pursued her, dodging a clothesline meant to ambush her. She grabbed the champ by the hair, but Sheila gave a surprising jump into the air and bashed the masked woman's chin into her shoulder, knocking her silly as she pawed at her mask clumsily. Sheila powered her into a corner, pounding at her head and chest as she braced her boots against the bottom rope, but Deathmask grabbed her by the hips and power bombed her back down to the mats.

It got Deathmask a near pinfall, but Sheila bucked out of it to get her shoulder up. The masked heel leaned over her and pressed her hand around her throat, strangling the seasoned champ under her impressive weight. Sheila gagged and kicked her feet as the ref warned Deathmask about the choke, only to be shoved away. The crowd chanted Sheila's name, and after a bit more struggling, she grabbed Deathmask's offending hand by the wrist, pushing back with both of her own hands. And slowly, she pushed the thick arm back.

If Deathmask felt anything, it seemed to be surprise, as she let the older woman force her strong arm away from her. Sheila rolled out from under her and landed behind Deathmask, bending her arm behind her as Deathmask gave a wordless growl of pain. She elbowed and bumped her butt back at Sheila, but the champ held onto the arm until she kicked both of her boots into the back of Deathmask's knees, dropping them both to the mats and pulling up on the arm to choke DM out with her own chunky arm.

"Come on! Give, you fucking monster!" Sheila bellowed at her, voice booming over the crowd. She dug her knees into Deathmask's back, bending her over backward along with the choke. The featureless mask stared back at the champ, but the blue eyes behind them fluttered a bit. The free hand clawed at her legs a moment, Sheila gritting her teeth hopefully as she was sweating buckets, but Deathmask finally tapped out, the bell ringing out the champ's next triumph.


Sheila wiped the thick sweat from her face as she crowd went wild for the big match. She took a microphone from a stage hand, turning to address the crowd as she leaned wearily on the ropes. She told them how it was one of her toughest matches in ages, but that it was on her. She was getting old, and she missed her family and her kids. It was time for her to retire.

"I love it here. I love this league. I'll be around to help anyone who needs a hand. But I'm retiring from wrestling. I'm leaving the championship open for grabs. I talked with Walker about it, and we're leaving it up to a tournament at the end of the month."

Tanya Walker was the commissioner of the league, a wealthy girl in her mid 20s that inherited it from her mother and rebooting it into what it was today. She was easy to get along with, but lazy and famously prone to wild changes and big shocking reveals. It wasn't much of a surprise that she had a hand in all of this, as her boss and as a drama queen.

"Keep watching, all you Valkerie fans. I'll be around, but there's a lot of talented girls in this league! You'll see!" she prophesied, even nodding at the wearily breathing Deathmask that was leaving the arena under her own clumsy footing. "We've got a lot left to see!"

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