Skylar and Kate's Tough Day

[Super Deadly Ham Attack]

This is part 4 in an ongoing series - you can see the first three parts at these addresses:

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=104809.msg696911#msg696911

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=114638.msg748106#msg748106

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=120234.0


By now I was used to Skylar bursting into my cube during my lunch break the day after a book release. I set my microwaved udon noodles down, braced for her usual gushing post-book review.

Sure enough she loved this one as much as the first three, and I enjoyed the ego stroking, curious as she wrapped up if she was going to suggest another match. I'd had a great time tussling with her - even the time I'd lost - but by now we'd had a catfight, a boxing match, and a pro wrestling match, used our hands and mouths on each other, tribbed, fucked each other with strapons, and put our asses on the line for the last match - surely there was nothing left?

"Sooooooooo, Kate," Skylar came to it as my noodles congealed. "We gotta have another match now, right? It's a tradition. And it's gotta be a tag match this time!"

Now that wasn't what I'd expected - the latest book, Audience Participation Night, was themed around gang-bangs, the fighters in it calling the audience into the ring to have sex with the combatants. It had no tag matches in it, and in fact both parts were mixed - male versus female. I guess we couldn't exactly have a mixed match between the two of us - well, one of us could wear the strapon? That's not really the same thing, plus we'd used it pretty heavily in the last match.

I gave up trying to figure it out - sometimes Skylar's mind is just a complete mystery to me. So I just went along with it, nodding, shooing Skylar out of my cube before my lunch went completely cold, telling her I'd take care of it.

The more I thought about it, the more a tag match did sound like fun, and I knew just the lady. I'd been in plenty of fights, and afterwards some women hated my guts and vice versa, while some I was still friendly with. I could handle myself, but Skylar had only taken on me so far, and obviously I'd been careful to make sure she didn't get really hurt - the last thing I wanted was my excited co-worker getting in over her head. There was a fairly long list of women who would be all too happy to break one of her limbs just to see the look on my face, so I'd be going with someone I was on good terms with.

I met Erika at Chili's to pitch the match. She was just how I remembered her - a beautiful, elegant, curvy black woman, 5'8" to my 5'5" and quite a bit heavier, too, wearing an immaculately put together outfit - some kind of short-sleeved jacket over an understated blue dress, just a little dark eyeshadow and lipstick on her large features, really bringing out her beautiful eyes and luscious lips. Her hair was long and straight in some kind of fancy wave on the right.

It turned out I could have saved the money for the meal as before we even sat down she laughed, "I'll do it."
"You don't even know what it is yet," I grabbed a menu.
"It's going to be some kind of fight, and you owe me a trophy."

I guess this was true - the last time me and Erika had wrestled, I'd taken her ripped red bikini bottoms and made her sign and date them.
"I'm gonna get those back," Erika told me, dark eyes boring into mine. "You better fucking believe that. You put those up, and I'll agree to any kind of match you want."

I tried not to laugh as the tension broke, our waitress coming over and asking if we wanted anything to drink. I'd told Erika I was paying, and she shot me a smirk as she ordered a $9 margarita. I got myself a diet coke, and as soon as the drinks were down Erika started back in: "So tell me about this match I already agreed to."

I settled in for a long explanation, but I'd barely introduced Skylar before Erika interrupted me: "Yeah, I know who she is."
"You do?" I blurted.
"Babe, I'm a subscriber on your Patreon," Erika laughed. "You didn't even use a fake name for her?"
"Well-"
"Don't tell me, is your birth name 'Super Deadly Ham Attack'?"
"Fine," I took a calming sip of my diet coke. "Then I don't need to explain any more, do I? She wants to do a tag match, and I thought of you."
"And why's that?"

I could give her the real answer - I trusted her not to take advantage of me, or Skylar - or the bullshit answer, which was that she was so beautiful my heart sung with joy every time we were in the same room. Erika took a swig of her marg as I decided she wasn't gonna fall for the bullshit.

"Because I don't want her to get hurt," I admitted, "and you're a real pro. Skylar's a really nice girl, but she's only had three real fights-"
"Did you take it easy on her?" Erika interrupted.
"No," but I had to stop and think for a minute.
"All right. I-"

I had to wait to find out what as the waitress came back. Erika ordered a $26 smokehouse combo, and I fought down a little stab of jealousy as I got myself a grilled chicken bowl. The waitress left, Erika giving her ass a quick glance.

"Focus, please," I snapped my fingers in front of her face.
"Yeah, right. So, a tag match?"
"A tag match," I nodded. "Who's going to be your partner?"
"Well, Kate, I'm really glad you asked me," Erika leaned forward. "My niece just got into doing this," this meaning sexfighting, "and I'd love to team up with her against you and Skylar. So let's make a deal," she held one exquisitely manicured hand out, "you and me can go ripshit on each other, but we'll try to take it easy on the kids."

I wasn't sure I'd call Skylar a kid exactly, but close enough. I shook. When I tried to pull my hand back, Erika yanked it towards her, pulling me forward so our foreheads were almost touching over the table: "And I'm gonna get that fucking trophy you took back from you. Believe that."

This time the waitress didn't come back to break the tension. Erika's eyes bored into me for a second before she let me pull back. I took another sip of my soda, calming my nerves before I managed to get out an almost bored, "Location? Stakes?"

"Same as last time," Erika decided.
"For both?"
"Mmhmm," she nodded.
"Fine."

The location, then, would be Erika's place - she had a half-sized ring in her basement, a fairly typical setup for a serious sexfighter - it even sported an attached bathroom for the winners to get cleaned up in first, the losers having to wait until they were done.The stakes would be the winner taking the loser's signed bottoms - although I guess if Erika won, she'd just take hers back - as well as the winners getting off on the losers however they chose.

"Two more things," I decided. "Double-teaming?"
"Yeah," Erika drummed her fingers on the table. "Let's say... one team gets a victim in their corner, they can double-team her until her partner comes to rescue her."
"Okay. And what's your niece's name?"
"Ah, fuck," Erika sighed. "Now I was hoping you weren't going to ask me that. She's been watching a lot of that lucha stuff, and she's all gassed up on it - the mask, a cape..."
"And what's your niece's name?" I asked again.

"Okay, don't laugh," Erika sighed.
"I absolutely reserve the right to laugh."
"Fine. She goes by 'The Silver Angel.'"
"The what?" I laughed. "You're joking."
"No. You know, Kate, she's just a little, you know. Theatrical. Just because you don't have any imagination-"
"Excuse me!" I blurted. "You're talking to the woman who's number #1,789 today for sales in Gay > Erotica!"
"Uh huh."
"Anyway, what am I supposed to call her?"
"Silver. Or Angel. I dunno. Hell, you can call her 'you bitch' for all I care. You seemed to like calling me that. Hey, you're not going to make a book out of this, are you?"
"No, of course not." (Erika, if you're reading this, you didn't say anything about a free story!)

We were interrupted as the food arrived. We ate in silence for a moment, me trying not to stare at her ribs as she ate them as elegantly as I could imagine. She stopped to suck a little BBQ sauce off her thumb: "So, Kate, I'd ask what you've been up to, but I saw it all on your Patreon. Was it embarrassing losing that boxing match?"

I took another sip of my diet coke so I had a second to think about my response. The honest answer was yes, but I didn't want to let Erika know that Skylar might be a weak link, so: "No, Skylar's really good. How's your niece?"
"Great," Erika went in for another bite of ribs. "I'll probably tag her in when we're done with you so she can finish you off herself."

Was she bullshitting me? I guess she wouldn't just come out with, "yeah, she's a jobber". We verbally sparred a little bit as we ate, me looking for information, Erika big-upping her partner. When she started asking about Skylar, I did the same thing - although Erika had the upper hand here having read all about my previous encounters with Skylar.

We exhausted those topics before Erika was done - I'd finished my much smaller meal a bit quicker - and I couldn't resist poking her a little. First the setup: "You know, Erika, I'd hate to lose those bikini bottoms I took off you. They really tie my trophy rack together."
"Yeah?" she asked, her eyes set a little hard.
The payoff: "No, actually, I wrapped them around a leak in the radiator."

That did it. "You-" I could see Erika having to take the effort to control herself. "You're a real character, Kate, that's all I'm going to say."
"Oh?"
"Well," she leaned forward, "you're paying for my dinner, so it would be rude to call you a nasty fucking bitch I'm going to enjoy beating into the canvas and fucking dry while she begs for mercy. Wouldn't it?"

I leaned back in my seat with my best smirk on my face, playing it off by taking another sip of diet coke, heart pounding. Erika called the waitress over and got the rest of her food to-go, I thought wanting to leave on a high note until she ordered one of those molten chocolate things for dessert.

The waitress brought us two spoons, which clanked off each other playfully as we ate, each of us reaching across the table to take ice cream and cake from the other's side of the dish. We kept up a little good-natured trash talk, both of us exploring what we would do to the other after we won. Erika treated me to a very detailed and imaginative narrative of me begging for more as she and her niece spit-roasted me, while in return I regaled her with what I was going to do with the pair of bikini bottoms I was going to win off her this time, possibly using them to stuff up an oil leak on my Sequoia.

Finished, I paid on the tablet and bid Erika goodnight. I was excited, she was excited, and Skylar was beyond excited - I probably could have told her we'd have to sign our cars and houses over if we lost and gotten a big, enthusiastic yes to the terms. She told me she'd gotten us what to wear for the match, and I let her handle it.

We all met up in Erika's basement on fight night. Erika and her partner were getting dressed upstairs, leaving Skylar and me to get ready in the attached bathroom. She'd gotten us matching blue bikini bottoms - well, not exactly matching; mine was a darker royal blue, hers a lighter robin's-egg. Both sets had an intertwined S and K in crisp white on the lower left hand section. I draped mine over my arm, having to admit she'd done a great job picking a shade that went with my tan skin.

The only other thing we had besides the bottoms was makeup - royal blue eyeshadow and black lipstick for me, the lighter blue eyeshadow and bright red lipstick for Skylar. We changed and put the makeup on in comfortable silence. I was buzzing with the pre-fight excitement, just a little taste of excitement and adrenaline. A glance at Skylar's chest showed me her nipples were, just like mine, hard enough to cut glass, so she was clearly feeling something similar.

Down the stairs came the enemy team. Erika and her niece - I'd forgotten her real name, if I'd ever known it, so I'm just going to call her Silver - had on matching metallic silver bikini bottoms, cut very high in the rear, the thong backs disappearing between both women's generous buttcheeks. That was all Erica had on, but Silver had a matching metallic silver luchador mask, covering her entire face except her large, dark eyes and her mouth and jaw, with wavy black hair spilling out the back, the look finished with a short cape of the same material that didn't quite reach her rump. She was about my 5'5", but like her partner a bit thicker set with wider shoulders and hips.

The four of us met in the center of the half-sized ring.
"Let's let the kids start," Erika suggested to me. "We're the main event, Kate, they can jerk the curtain." Without waiting for an answer she smacked her niece on her generous butt, propelling her forward with a yelp of surprise. I did the same to Skylar, who let out a little yip of an excited moan.

Erika and I retreated to our corners - ours the blue, of course, Erika and her team the red's - to watch the start of the fight.
Start

The two younger fighters circled, watching each other carefully. Erika and I egged them on, clapping, calling out: "Get her, Skylar!" "You got her, Silver!"

The women both lunged forward, hands on each other's shoulders, pushing, shoving. Skylar's inch and a half height advantage gave her a little more reach, but up close like this Silver's slightly more muscular arms and legs came more into play, and slowly but surely Skylar began getting forced back.

Both fighters quickly started sweating, Silver growling with effort, Skylar gasping, her arms visibly shaking as she pushed back on her opponent. The tone of me and Erika's shouts changed, Erika telling her niece to go for the kill, me pleading with Skylar to try something else, her current tactics clearly not working.

Unfortunately, what she went with was attempting to use pure grit, trying to plant her feet and stop Silver from pushing her any further back. This was a bad move, as instead the shorter fighter was able to start pushing Skylar down to her knees. At least when she had been going backwards, she was being forced towards me; if Silver got her down on her back-

"Skylar, push up with your legs!" I called out, but it was too late. Silver had forced Skylar down, just as I'd feared, my partner flat on her back, the enemy fighter sitting on her hips, pinning Skylar's wrists to the mat for good measure.

"Yeah, do it to her!" Erika cheered, and Silver lowered her body, trapping Skylar in a titsmother. I could see my partner struggling, trying and failing to lift her arms off the mat, legs kicking wildly as she thrust her hips up.

Just when I thought this might be the shortest match in history, Skylar managed to turn the women over - Silver hadn't grapevine'd (grapevone?) her legs, a beginner mistake that was a lucky break for our team.

But not as lucky as I'd hoped - Skylar was only on top of Silver for a second, the smaller woman simply releasing Skylar's wrists, grabbing her hips and shoving her off. Both fighters got up, circling.

"Press her!" Erica yelled, seeing some weakness in Skylar. Silver obliged, coming in behind a high feint, then going low, trying to grab my partner's hips. I felt a little thrill of pride as Skylar didn't fall for it, dropping her own hands, grabbing Silver's wrists, the other fighter suddenly in a very vulnerable position.

I opened my mouth to suggest a belly kick - her pussy was a tempting target, but better to leave that alone in case we wanted to attack her sexually later. Skylar delivered the move before I could even suggest it, lifting a hard kick up into Silver's stomach, the smaller woman bending over with a wet cough.

Skylar went with a simple but effective offense, wrapping her arm around Silver's masked head, throwing herself backwards, nailing a DDT, driving the top of her victim's head into the canvas. Silver rolled onto her back as I clapped, offering my own "Press her!"

Unfortunately, in her eagerness Skylar went for something a bit too flashy, turning her back on Silver and executing an admittedly impressive looking standing moonsault. She paid the price as Silver pulled her knees up to her chest, and instead of Skylar's midsection landing on Silver's own, my partner's stomach slammed hard into Silver's knees and ankles.

Skylar rolled off, moaning and holding her stomach. I hoped both women would take a second to get up, reset the match, but Silver pounced, yanking Skylar up to her feet and whipping her into a neutral corner.

There's a move I loved that I thought Silver was about to unleash - charging and nailing my victim with a full-body splash as she turned - but she had her own plan, following Skylar, who couldn't stop, slamming chest-first into the turnbuckles.

Silver grabbed Skylar by the shoulder, turning her around and nailing her with a clothesline, her forearm smashing into my partner's jaw. She went down, laying in a heap in the corner, rubbing her face.

"Skylar, get up!" I yelled, but her bell was rung. She didn't resist as Silver dragged her out of the corner a little, laying her flat on her back. She then grabbed the top ropes, leaping up with practiced ease, perching for a second.

"Here's that moonsault," Silver called out, leaping off the top turnbuckle. I held my breath, hoping Skylar would repeat Silver's own defense, raising her legs up, but she was too winded.

But it wasn't all bad. Skylar managed to roll out of the way, and this was almost as good - Silver smacked into the canvas hard on her chest with a grunt as I laughed and clapped: "That's it, Skylar! Great job!"

Both women got up, their backs to their enemy's corners - I was gifted with a great view of Silver's ass for a moment, then the women lunged for each other. Skylar was going for some kind of grab, her hands high, but Silver went lower, elbow turned out.

I winced as Silver's elbow smashed deep into my partner's belly. I could see Skylar's cheeks puff out in shock, eyes wide as boiled eggs. She stepped back, her instincts good as she tried to break contact, but Silver was right on her, grabbing her arm and shoulder.

This time she whipped Skylar into the enemy corner. I yelled, "Look out!", but it was too late. Skylar turned, her instincts once again good as she at least hit the turnbuckles on her back instead of her chest, but it didn't help much as Silver had charged behind her, nailing a big elbow to my partner's stomach.

Skylar bent over, Silver reaching over her to tag her partner in: "Show her what's up." The women exchanged places as I called for Skylar to get out of there, but she was too hurt and winded as Silver, out on the ring apron, locked her arms up in a full nelson.

The rules of the match meant it was time for me to come to Skylar's rescue. I climbed between the ropes, a little part of me curious to see if the enemy team was going for pleasure or pain as I prepared to charge, determined not to leave Skylar to their attention for long either way.

It was pain as Erika drove a hard, low right into my partner's belly. Skylar gagged, eyes wide as her tormentor drew her arm back for another hit. I was determined she wouldn't get the chance to land it.

"Behind!" Silver shouted, her warning coming, I thought, too late as I charged across the ring. But I was wrong as Erika, without even looking, juked to the side out of my path. There was no way I could stop or even slow down, and I ended up inflicting a hard tackle on my luckless partner, able to tell just from the crushing impact of my shoulder into her stomach I'd accidentally knocked the wind out of her.

Shit! Our inexperience at tag wrestling was hurting us; that move had been so slick it must've been long-practiced. Our enemies were in control, Silver laughing as she kept her grip on my helpless partner, while Erica grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the corner.

"Nice try," she laughed, kneeling and hair-maring me over her shoulder, my back hitting the mat hard enough to knock some of the wind out of me, too. I was left winded enough that Erika simply rolled me like a log over to the edge of the ring, under the ropes, and off the apron.

At least she had thick blue mats for me to land on outside. I wanted to take a second and catch my breath, but I knew the enemy team would go right back to beating the fight out of Skylar and made myself get up.

Sure enough, Erika had just blasted my partner with another low belly buster. I stepped up to the ring apron, grabbing Erika's ankle and pulling as hard as I could.

Erika went down with a yell of surprise, hitting the mat on her back, and I kept pulling, hoping to drag her outside the ring with me. Instead, Silver released the full nelson, jumping down off the apron with a massive double axe handle, the bottoms of her linked hands smashing into the top of my head.

I crumpled, hands on the top of my skull, certain for a second that Silver had split it open with that tremendous blow. I just had time to assure myself it was still in one piece before she was on me, yanking me to my feet, grabbing a handful of my hair and smashing my face down on the ring apron.

She pulled my hair back and went for another, but I stopped her short with a desperate back elbow, crunching the tip into her face. She screamed, releasing my hair, and I whirled to face her, only to take a baseball slide to the back of my skull, Erika's feet hitting me so hard I sloppily somersaulted forward, coming to rest on my face on the edge of the mats.

This was the problem with no ref - there was no one to break this up or get us back in the ring. I guess Erika had the same thought as she held her hands up: "Time out. Everyone get back in position."

I gave Silver a wide berth just in case as we both headed back to the ring, resisting the urge to rub my aching head. We both got back in, Silver going to stand next to her partner, me going to Skylar, hooking her arm over my shoulder and helping her back to our corner.

"Oh, crumb," Skylar grumbled. "They're pretty good."
"Yeah," I agreed, eying her reddening belly. "I'm gonna take over, okay?"
"I can still-"
"Sshh," I put my finger over her lips. "I know you can, but these matches are about endurance. I need you to recover so you'll be fresh when I need to take a break. Right?"

Skylar nodded, although she didn't look terribly happy. I left her there as I climbed between the ropes, the enemy team sending out Erika to face off with me in the center. I thought she might offer a taunt, a threat, but she was all business, raising her hands, palms out, offering to lock up with me.

I knew I shouldn't do this even as I accepted, locking my fingers with hers. I knew Erica was stronger than me, and every time in the past I'd done this she'd pushed me down, either to my knees, or across the ring, or onto my back.

But I couldn't help myself - my pride wouldn't let me back down from this challenge. I had no one to blame but myself as Erika began pushing me back across the ring towards my corner.

Then again, I knew how to put a stop to this. I kicked her as hard as I could in the stomach, Erika letting out a whoof as the strength went out of her arms. I ignored her partner booing me as I whipped Erika into one of the neutral corners, chasing after her.

I loved this spot - whip a girl into the corner and charge, time it so the second she turned you splashed her up against the turnbuckles. I'd used this move against Erika before, but it worked again as she turned to me just in time to take the splash full-force.

I stepped back, out of the corner, soaking up applause from Skylar as Erika flopped forward, landing with a satisfying thud on her chest. I pressed the attack with a simple but powerful move, hopping up on the second set of ropes and jumping off.

Erika rolled over only to take my flying stomp deep in the pit of her stomach, her upper body and legs flying off the mat at the impact, mouth wide open with a wordless scream for a second before collapsing to the mat again. She managed to put one hand over her belly, but nothing more, letting out a deep moan, drool running out the corner of her mouth.

"Tag!" Silver called from the enemy corner, holding her hand out. I kneeled down next to Erika; grabbing a handful of hair, yanking her head up off the canvas.
"You wanna tag?" I taunted her. "Tell me you can't handle me, and I'll let you make the switch."
"Fuck you," Erika told me, about the response I expected. I repaid her with an almost casual slap to her cheek, standing up and pulling her up by her hair, whipping her into the same neutral corner as last time.

I chased her again, but this time I had a different move in mind. Erika hit and turned, and I launched into a dropkick, my momentum giving me great elevation, my bare feet just about flush with my opponent's -

No, they weren't; Erika had ducked, and I hit nothing but air, so shocked I botched the landing, smacking heavily back-first on the canvas. Erika turned the tide on me, reaching down and grabbing my ankles, turning me over onto my chest.

Erika straddled my hips, facing my feet, applying a Boston crab, bending my entire body in a backwards C. I didn't give her the pleasure of a scream, although I beat my fists against the canvas as she poured on the pressure.

I had to stop, take a deep breath and remember the escape for this. I planted my palms on the mat and pressed up, prepared for a struggle as Erin attempted to keep the hold while I did my best to power out.

Instead, she released the hold without a fight, letting go of my left ankle - but she kept both hands on the right, using that to start dragging me over to her corner.
"Kate, look out!" Skylar yelled, as if I wasn't aware of the danger. I tried to dig my fingers into the canvas and hold on, then blindly kicked at Erika when my fingertips couldn't find any purchase.

Neither did any good, and before I knew it we were at the enemy corner, and I was in trouble. Erika flipped me onto my back, laying a hard stomp into my stomach, I was sure just to keep me stunned for what came next as she let go of my ankle, grabbing a handful of my hair and my upper arm and yanking me up to my feet.

The stomp had hurt, but the knowledge of how much trouble I'd be in if they got the double team spiked my adrenaline. I tried to surprise Erika with a quick right to her face, but she saw it coming, going low and blasting me in the stomach, her fist hitting the same spot she'd just stomped.

That was too much. I fell back, into the corner, arms over the top ropes, back against the turnbuckles. Erika wasn't taking any chances, lowering her shoulder, grabbing the middle ropes and delivering a ruinous series of shoulder thrusts, smashing her shoulderblade into my belly over and over, driving every molecule of air out of my suffering body.

Only after I was hanging helplessly off the ropes, gasping, did they make the tag, Erika reaching over her shoulder, getting between the ropes as Silver entered. Erika, from the apron, wrapped my arms up in a full nelson, standard double-team practice.

"You know what, Kate? I'm not even gonna finish you myself," Erika whispered in my ear. "And you're gonna love every fucking second of it." I didn't respond, eyes fixed on Skylar as she began entering the ring, telling myself I'd only have to endure whatever Silver was going to do for at the most half a minute.

She stepped in close, pressing her breasts against mine, darting in for a kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth. Her left hand grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as we eagerly tongue-wrestled, her right hand apparently never having heard of foreplay as it went straight between my legs, rubbing my pussy roughly through my rapidly moistening bikini bottoms.

This was fine. Skylar would be here soon, she'd pry Silver off me. I told myself this didn't even feel good, trying to ignore the evidence of my body as Silver broke the kiss, leaning down to suck greedily on my neck.

Over her shoulder I could see Skylar hurrying to my rescue: "Kate, hold on!" she called out. "Hold onnnnnnn!" She came up to grab my tormentor, but Erika yelled, "Now!", and Silver turned with perfect timing, delivering a devastating back elbow right into Skylar's jaw.

My partner went down, eyes rolling back in her head even as she flopped bonelessly to the canvas. Silver turned back to me as I stared at my fallen partner in shock, savoring my expression: "Aw, did you think she'd come save your ass?" she purred. "Now where were we?"

It dawned on me that I was in serious trouble as Silver stepped back into the corner, reaching into my bikini bottoms, her lips at my ear: "You like this, don't you, you old bitch?" she asked, thumb finding my clit, the tips of her index and middle fingers teasing my entrance. "Yeah, you do. You'll break just on my fingers, won't you?"

I didn't answer, hearing my own low, rasping breath as my body reacted to Silver's attack against my wishes. The women had me exactly where they wanted me, and it didn't seem like Skylar was going to get up any time soon.

Silver kept taunting me: "Aren't you glad I knocked your little friend out cold? Thank me. Thank me, and," she pressed her fingertips against my pussy, my hips reacting without thought, bucking eagerly, "I'll finish you quick."

I was about to tell her to fuck off, cut short as I saw Skylar sit up, rubbing her jaw. I had to give it to the kid - I'd seen bigger women put down longer off a massive hit like that, but here she was, rising to her feet, ready to come to my rescue.

"Look out!" Erika called, but it was too late - the enemy team had underestimated Skylar (as I had, too, admittedly). She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Silver's stomach and lifting her up in a beautiful German suplex, bringing the black girl down hard on her shoulders, neck, and the back of her head.

Erika reacted quickly, releasing the full nelson and giving me a hard shove. I stumbled forward, tripping over Silver and into Skylar, both of us going down, her on the bottom. The match degenerated into a scrum as I felt Erika pulling on my hair, yanking me up to my knees, head back, landing a devastating chop to my neck as Skylar screamed my name.

Erika released my hair and I collapsed on my back, wheezing, hands over my windpipe, only able to watch as Skylar charged Erika, lowering a shoulder, trying for a tackle. She landed it perfectly, but Erika was able to tank the hit with a grunt, feet planted, forced back into the corner but not winded.

Even worse, Erika got her arm around Skylar's head. She stepped back, pulling Skylar along with her, then jumped back, without even looking, landing on the second turnbuckle, leaping off and turning, executing a terrifying tornado DDT as she used her momentum to drive the top of my partner's head hard into the unforgiving canvas.

This was bad. I had to buy Skylar some time: "Erika!" I yelled, my voice raspy from the neck hit as I rose to my feet. "Leave her alone! It's you and me-"
My assertion was proven incorrect as Silver picked that moment to grab my ankles and pull. I fell forward with a shriek of surprise, landing on the mat, Silver using her ankle grip to roll me over onto my back, staring up into Erika as she sat down, knees straddling the sides of my head.

"What were you saying?" Erika gloated. "You and me, Kate?"
"Erika-"

She moved forward, getting me with the reverse facesit, her thin bikini bottoms not doing much to shield me from the maddeningly erotic scent of her juices as she began grinding her pussy against my nose and mouth. That was bad enough, but when I felt Silver, still holding onto my ankles, start teasing my pussy with her toes, I knew I was in real trouble.

Clearly, their plan was to make me experience an energy-draining climax before Skylar could recover - just from the skillful teasing of Silver's toes, I could tell they'd used this technique before. The bad news, as Erika grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the canvas, was that I couldn't move or resist. The good news was that I just had to hold out until Skylar recovered from the ferocious tornado DDT that had laid her out flat and came to my rescue.

I couldn't do my usual trick of digging my nails into my palms, but I used the rest - clenching my stomach, trying to think of anything else, going through the deadly dull pen test logs from work in my mind, hoping to overwrite the wriggling, teasing pleasure of Silver's toes with page after page of Excel sheets.

I only realized I'd made it as I felt the shudder of impact transmitted from Erika's body down to me - Skylar told me after the match she'd unseated our opponent with a roundhouse kick to the head from behind, but all I knew at the time was freedom as Erika went off me to the side. Silver released my ankles and jumped up to her feet, the two young women getting ready to face off.

This was getting out of hand. I stumbled up to my feet, grabbing Skylar by the shoulders and pulling her back, gasping "Break, break," Skylar letting me pull her, eyes still locked on her opponent.

Silver didn't follow, helping her partner up as the enemy team stepped into their corner to confer. We did the same, huddling in our corner, across the ring.

"I'm calling an audible," I panted. "They're kicking our asses-"
"I got it," Skylar told me, her face set as hard as it ever did, which made her look like a kid about to try again on a particularly difficult Mario Kart track. "I'm going to become Bad Skylar."
"You're what?" I gasped, not sure I heard that right.
"It's time for my heel turn, Kate. You just watch."
"Skylar, how are you going to turn heel-"

Too late - she slapped my ass, hard, to make herself the legal woman, climbing between the ropes, leaving me in the corner to watch her heel turn. Silver came out to meet her, hands high, looking for a lockup, caught by surprise as my partner yelled "Bad Skylar!" and launched a vicious kick up between her legs.

"Hey!" Erika barked as her partner sank to her knees, hands over her pussy. Skylar pressed the attack, laying Silver out flat on her back with a punt kick, her rising foot smashing into her opponent's jaw so hard she flopped over backwards.

Erika made eye contact with me, a what-the-fuck head motion at the action as Skylar rolled Silver over.
"She's bad now," I cupped my hands around my mouth to yell. Erika just shook her head, watching as Skylar trapped her partner with a rear naked choke, the blonde's arm across the black girl's neck as Skylar laid on top of her.

Silver started crawling towards her corner and freedom. She dragged herself with her right hand, the left held out towards her partner, shaking as Skylar choked the life out of her. I had to give it to Erika - this must have been hard to watch, but she respected the rules, leaning over the top rope but not getting into the ring yet, holding her hand out for her partner.

I started wishing I'd told Skylar to make a heel turn sooner as she took control of the match, letting Silver waste energy by crawling so close to safety there was less than an inch between her and her partner's hand before dragging her back with a mean laugh. Skylar pulled Silver into the middle of the ring, far from her partner, only now applying the choke with full power.

Both women's backs were to me, so I couldn't see Silver's face, but the look of anger on Erika's clued me in that it was going well for our team and badly for hers. I tensed, ready to leap into the ring if Erika couldn't control herself and stormed out to her partner's rescue.

But she still didn't, just watching grimly as her partner began succumbing to the sleeper. I could see enough to tell Silver was trying the first escape that occurs to everyone - grabbing the arm constricting your windpipe and pulling. This rarely worked as you needed a massive strength advantage, and it didn't work here either.

"Nice try," Skylar growled, really getting into her new heel role. "If that's all you've got, you might as well give up and go to sleep." Skylar was on one knee, behind and to the right of Silver, who was sitting - but she began moving, I thought at first trying to get her legs under her, but then I realized she was instead attempting to escape by getting the top of her head under Skylar's chin.

If you've never had a girl you're wrestling brace the top of her skull under your jaw, then lift herself up and drop down, I'll just tell you that it hurts like a bitch. Even worse, the recoil will launch you off her and break the hold - at least it always had for me. So I cupped my hands and yelled "Skylar, look out - control her!"

Skylar switched into a hold we'd practiced - she sat down behind Silver, snaking her legs forward in a scissors hold, bracing her feet against the insides of Silver's thighs. This foot placement did lessen how much power you can get into the scissors, but it works wonders just keeping your victim there as you work them over with both the scissors and sleeper.

I gripped the top rope hard, staring into the center of the ring to see if Silver was going to be able to escape. She went for it, trying to rock her hips forward to break the hold, then trying to break the choke by leaning forward. Neither of these worked, but when she started throwing elbows backwards I got a little worried - that's the first thing I'd have tried.

Luckily, the women's body types prevented this from working; Silver was too wide and Skylar too narrow. Silver gave up even this, surely by now almost out of air, my guess proving correct as she was reduced to frantic thrashing, refusing to give up but unable to come up with anything else.

Erika began clapping, pleading with her partner not to give up, but it was too late; she was cooked. Skylar held the sleeper until Silver went limp, and a moment after that, just making sure it wasn't an act. She kept her right arm around her victim's neck, but her left hand grabbed Silver's left wrist.

Skylar lifted Silver's left hand, then let it flop to the mat. She lifted it up again, and again it fell limp to the canvas. She lifted it up a third time- but didn't let it fall, really going for the heel move as she released the sleeper, letting Silver's limp body slump to the mat.

"Kate, get her under control," Erika barked at me. "I'm not gonna watch any more of this."
"Hold on, she's about to end it," I promised, hoping that was true, giving Skylar a look to try and ensure that it was. Skylar dragged Silver's unmoving body over to a neutral corner, carefully laying the fallen fighter out, then leaping up to the top rope, posing there for a second as I wondered what she was about to do.

"Bad Skylaaaaaaaaaaaar!" my partner yodeled before launching herself off the top ropes. If you'd told me before this match I would see my nerdy work partner execute a textbook perfect Shooting Star Press on my frenemy's masked niece, I wouldn't have believed you, and I barely believed my eyes as Skylar tucked her knees in and managed a full rotation before stretching her body out and impacting on Silver with a startlingly loud slappppp of skin on skin.

Skylar covered Silver, hooking the fallen fighter's leg with her left arm, her right hand counting the pin: One - two - three. That was it for Silver, and unless me and Skylar made a tremendous mistake, Erika was a dead woman walking.

The action stopped as Erika came out, dragging her fallen partner back to the enemy corner, propping her up to watch the rest of the match. Silver was too bushed to do anything more than let herself get put into position, sitting against the ringpost, arms over the middle ropes.

As Erika came back out to the center of the ring, technically we were allowed unlimited double teaming now - I could get in the ring whenever I wanted with nobody to stop me. But I kind of wanted to see how Bad Skylar was going to do against Erika - plus, we'd just eliminated her niece in pretty brutal fashion, and a little part of me wanted to let Erika get some back on Skylar. Of course, I'd step in if it got out of hand, or it looked like she was about to get laid out long enough for us to be in danger of losing the match.

The women went to the center of the ring, squaring up for some trash talk: "Bad Skylar," Erika grunted, looking my partner up and down with disdain. "I'll show you bad, bitch."
"I'll-" Skylar didn't get any further as the second she opened her mouth to respond, Erika slapped her face. I winced, having been on the receiving end of this a few times, feeling for Skylar as her head snapped around. Erika knew how to cup her hand to make this sting extra, and the followup backhand she smashed into Skylar's cheek must've hurt even more.

Skylar staggered to the side, only for Erika to grab her shoulders, pulling the blonde down into a rising knee strike. I couldn't see her face, but I could imagine her puffed-out cheeks and wide eyes from the way her body jolted off the hit.

Erika finished the combo by lifting Skylar up for a suplex, holding her almost completely vertical for a second before bringing her down hard on her back. Skylar bounced off the canvas with a scream, only to get rolled over onto her chest, Erika sitting down on her back and linking her hands underneath my partner's chin.

By accident or design, the two women were both facing me as Erika applied the camel clutch, a snarl on her face, one of shock on Skylar's, her mind clearly not having caught up to the blitz she'd just been through.

That was enough. I got between the ropes, bouncing off them and charging Erika. My plan was to dropkick her right out of the camel clutch, but she surprised me, rolling off Skylar and leaving me kicking nothing but air for the second time in the match.

I landed on my back with a grunt, knowing I had to shake off the surprise and get up before Erika pounced. I rolled up to my knees, and she was right there. We shuffled towards each other, still both on our knees, hands raised.

I was at a disadvantage here - Erika was stronger, her punches and those famous slaps more effective than my own. Then again, I just needed to last until Skylar recovered; surely I could match Erika until then?

I reached for her shoulders, hoping to trade her getting a hit for me pushing her down on her back. The slap she unleashed was familiar, snapping my head around even as I tried to get my hands on her. The low belly buster she followed up with stopped me in my tracks, and the big right cross she finished with laid me out flat on my back, legs folded underneath me, staring up at the overhead lights.

Uh oh. Erika's shadow fell over me as she filled my vision, her hands wrapping around my neck. I grabbed her wrists, but it was too late as she bore down, thumbs pressing into my windpipe. I simply didn't have the strength to pry her arms away at the best of times, and with my body already writhing from the choke...

"Normally I'd take my time with you," Erika hissed, "but this time you're just gonna have to lose quick." My vision began to swim, three Erikas dancing wildly in front of my eyes. Desperate, I grabbed her tits, trying the pulling, squeezing milking motion that had won me so many fights, but I had no power left.

Damn - now I was the one getting blitzed. I felt myself drooling, eyes rolling back in my head, a white shape looming up behind Erika, the pressure coming off my neck as Skylar pulled our enemy off me with what I can only describe as a fierce war yodel.

Unfortunately, Skylar barely had Erika off me before our foe dug a hard elbow into her belly. I couldn't do anything more than lay on the canvas sucking down air, massaging my neck as Erika turned and floored Skylar with a big right hook.

She had her choice of targets, looking between the two of us. I have to admit to feeling a little flattered as she turned away from Skylar to come over to try and finish me first. She broke into a run, using her momentum to go for a very dangerous kneedrop aimed square my injured neck.

I just had the adrenaline-fueled energy to roll out of the way, leaving Erika to smash her knee into the canvas with a shout of pain. That gave me enough time to get up into a crouch, masking my lingering weakness as I gave her my best death glare. She matched it, both of us standing, faces set hard, approaching looking to end each other with one move.

Or at least that's what I wanted Erika to think. My real strategy was to buy some time, take in some more air, let Skylar get up and come to my aid. With that in mind I tried to sell Erika a fake crotch kick, hoping she wouldn't take the chance. She didn't, dropping her hands to catch my ankle, which was no longer there as I pulled the kick, buying me time to step back and disengage.

But she wasn't letting me go that easily. She came right after me, matching me step for step as I backed up in a circle, having to both move as quickly as I could backwards while making sure not to let her force me up against the ropes or into a corner. The enemy corner in particular was dangerous - I didn't think Silver would get up and cheat by interfering in the match, but grabbing my leg as I went past, maybe-

"Scared?" Erika snarled. I couldn't spare the focus to respond, just, yes, I'll admit it, running away from her, trying to run down the clock. Sensing her last-chance advantage slipping away, she finally made a big lunge, the move telegraphed enough that I sidestepped, leaving her to grab air and overbalance herself.

I grabbed her arm and shoulder, hearing "Kate! Over here!" and whipping Erika straight at a now-recovered Skylar. My partner leaped and landed a huge dropkick to Erika's face, the bottoms of her bare feet smashing into our victim's cheeks.

Erika didn't go down, instead forced backwards right into my arms. I grabbed her around the waist, planted my feet and lifted her up, executing a crisp German suplex, bringing her down hard on her shoulders and the back of her head.

"Kate!" Skylar chirped. I looked up to see her charging at the ropes, bouncing off back-first and building up a head of steam. "Slide!" Seeing what she was planning, I grabbed Erika's hair, yanking her head up just in time for our enemy to take the full force of Skylar's baseball slide full in the face.

That put her down long enough for me and my partner to catch our breath. We had a big finish planned out, but Erika needed to be warmed up a little first: "We gotta wear her out," I decided. "You hold her and I'll-"

"I'll do it," Skylar told me, face set as hard as it ever did, which meant she looked like a kid telling her mom how she was going to blow up Target if she didn't get that pack of Pokemon cards.
"Fine," it was less trouble than arguing. "We'll wear her down, then the thing we practiced."

Erika could tell from us talking we had nothing nice planned for her, kicking wildly at Skylar as my partner came in trying to grab her. I came up behind her, yanking her up to sitting, wrapping my right arm around her neck: "Ssh, let it happen," I hissed in her ear. "You've already lost, might as well enjoy the ride."

She was smart enough not to waste air replying as I cinched up the choke, instead shooting a big elbow behind her, hoping to catch me in the stomach. I slipped to the side, leaving her to hit only air, and when she wound up for another elbow Skylar came in from the front, hammering a hard right into her stomach.

I could feel the breath being forced out of Erika's body as I poured pressure into the choke, not taking any chances with her. Skylar wasn't either, sitting on our victim's legs, grabbing her wrists to keep her arms immobilized.

I knew just how far to push, choking the fight out of Erika without putting her all the way out. When I felt her slumping in my arms I gave it one last long squeeze before nodding to Skylar. It was time to bring the match to an end, starting with Skylar peeling Erika's bottoms off and tossing them out of the ring.

I went to get into position for my half of the double-team hold, a camel clutch, but Skylar stopped me, hand on my shoulder, pointing at the enemy corner. It took me a second to get her meaning - she wanted me to position Erika so that her fallen partner would have to look into her eyes as we finished her off.

I mentally tipped my hat to Bad Skylar as we got Erika into position. Once she was facing the enemy corner, I got her into a camel clutch, draping her arms back over my legs, linking my hands under her chin. I could feel Erika being lifted off the mat, Skylar's back pressing against mine as she trapped Erika in her half of the double team submission hold, a Boston crab.

We worked this hold for just a second, stretching Erika's back between the two of us enough to make her scream in agony. I could tell just from the feeling of Skylar's back against mine she was easing off quickly, and I did, too, moving on to our real attack.

I unlinked my hands, moving them down from Erika's chin, cupping her breasts, savoring her moan as I started kneading them. Behind me, Skylar was no doubt teasing our victim's pussy, just a light touch to start as we warmed her up.

"Fuck you," Erika managed, struggling as best she could with all of her limbs trapped. "Think this will break me, Kate? Do your worst, you and your blonde bitch!" Her body gave lie to her bravado, her thick nipples quickly hardening against my palms. I knew she liked it a little rough - heck, you have to, to sign up for this kind of match - and went at her roughly, kneading, squeezing.

"C'mon," Silver called from the enemy corner, clapping rhythmically. "Get out of it! You can do it!"
"No, she can't," I called back, deciding I might as well be Bad Kate to match my partner. "Watch this, little girl. Watch her break!"

Silver glared in at us, which only drove me on as I grabbed Erika's nipples, twisting and pulling. Skylar, I was sure, had just a single-leg crab applied so she could use one hand to tease our victim's pussy, and that would leave just that one free leg for Erika to try and escape with - and the way we had her trapped, all she'd be able to do is wave it helplessly in the air.

"Skylar, what do you think?" I leaned back against her, seeing what kind of noises I could get out of Erika by alternating rough treatment, squeezing, pulling, pinching, with energetic cupping and kneading.
"She's finished," Skylar told me. "She's dripping wet already."
"Fuck you," Erika told us again, her voice low and broken. "Fuck both you bitches."

"Kate, I'm gonna put it in," Skylar informed me. "I bet you'll be able to tell!"
She was right, Erika's body jolting underneath me as Skylar began fingering her. I picked up my own pace, moving to more teasing, more squeezing, taking on a secondary role as Skylar moved into the driver's seat, pushing Erika further towards the doom of her climax.

"Come on!" Silver tried again, cupping her hands around her mouth. "Do something, don't let them do that to you!"
"It's over, sweetie," I called back, voice dripping with sarcastic honey. "She's toast. Just enjoy the show."

My prediction was quickly proved correct. Silver laid back in the corner, accepting the inevitable even as her partner refused to do so, Erika's body bucking as she frantically and uselessly attempted to escape, to hold off her oncoming destruction.

We broke her slowly, my hands on her tits and Skylar's fingering her pussy driving her closer and closer to a climax. As we felt her approaching, we slowed down, wordlessly coordinating our actions as we began to edge her.

"Tell us you give up and I'll let Skylar finish you," I offered.
"Eat my fucking ass," Erika gasped back.
"Fine," I slowed down, hands barely moving, feeling Skylar doing the same as we mercilessly edged her. "Let me know when you've seen reason and we'll finish you off."

Erika didn't have any defiant remarks to that. I kneaded her breasts, one, then the other, not sure exactly what Skylar was doing - but whatever it was, it wasn't enough for Erika. She still didn't say anything, but I could feel her wavering, her resolve melting as it was eaten away by the acid of our sexual attack.

Silver had totally given up, leaning back in her corner, staring up at the ceiling, unable to watch us break her partner. I had to twist the knife, leaning down to whisper in Erika's ear: "She can't even bear to look, babe."

"Kate, I really fucking hate you right now," Erika admitted as we tortured her.
"Mm," I nipped her ear. "You'll get over it. Now are you going to give up, or you want to get edged some more?"
"Fine," Erika finally accepted the inevitable. "Fine. I give. Go ahead, make me cum-"
"Don't mind if we do," I leaned back up, knowing I'd need a good grip to ride out what was coming.

We finished her in no time at all, whatever way Skylar was finger-fucking her combining with my groping her tits to send Erika to a shattering climax, her entire body shaking underneath me as she rode her peak.

Since she'd already given up, we didn't bother making sure she wasn't faking - although she'd have deserved an Oscar anyway. As soon as she was done we both released her, eager to get to our victory celebration.

We both stood, turning to face each other. We slid our bottoms off, tossing them aside, standing naked and victorious in the ring. I opened my mouth to ask Skylar what she wanted to do, cut short as she kissed me eagerly, hands on my hips pulling my body close to hers, engaging me in a brief, fierce tongue-wrestling match.

I broke the kiss reluctantly: "Skylar, you have any plans for them?"
"Do I ever," she giggled. I let her direct traffic, calling Silver out of the corner. Skylar had the fallen team lay down on their backs, the tops of their heads almost touching. She grabbed my shoulders, having me sit on Erika's face, taking her own seat on Silver's, leaving us face to face, breasts brushing against each other.

Skylar's hips began moving as she rode Silver's face, leaning forward and kissing me again, her breasts mashing wonderfully against mine. I kissed her back, my own hips gyrating as I ground my pussy over Erika's nose and mouth.

My usual style is to draw this out a little, really make clear to the loser who's in charge, but Skylar was so keyed up she just wanted to get off, one hand reaching around to cup my butt, the other sliding down to rub my clit.

I returned the grip - although she didn't really have a lot to grab onto back there - my right hand finding her clit and rubbing it as we both face-fucked our fallen foes. I could feel Erika reach up and grab my hips, submissive as I eagerly rode her.

Skylar was a little bit ahead of me, but I could feel her slowing her own hip motions as she got close, wanting us to go off at the same time. Between the kiss, our nipples rubbing against each other, her fingertips teasing my clit, and of course the warm, wet sensation of Erika's mouth against my pussy, it wasn't long before I caught up with her.

We both finished, moaning into each other's mouths, pressing each other tight, my hips grinding down, Skylar's back and forth over Silver's face, bodies shaking as we rode our peaks, enjoying the fruits of our victory. The kiss finally broke, Skylar nuzzling my neck with a happy sigh, her hands still on my butt and clit.

I let her enjoy the moment; honestly, this victory was mostly due to her bizarre heel turn and Bad Skylar routine anyway. I released her flat butt, stroking her hair as she enjoyed her afterglow for a long moment before we climbed off the losing team.

I was ready to get Erika to sign her bottoms - she was going to be pissed I collected another pair - but a thought occurred to Skylar first as we stood side by side, arms around each other's waists, staring down at our fallen foes: "Kate, you know, Silver didn't cum yet," she pointed out.

"Well, yeah," I agreed.
"Okay, go to the corner, turn around and stick your ass out," Skylar told me. I had no idea what this had to do with getting Silver off, but she clearly had something in mind - so I went to our corner, grabbing the middle ropes, sticking my butt out, looking back over my shoulder.

Skylar had Silver crawling over, walking beside her, reaching down to slap her butt. I stood there still not sure what was going on as Silver came closer, crawling up to me until I could feel her warm breath against my back door.

"Here we are," Skylar chirped, grabbing Silver's mask and shoving her head forward, face between my buttcheeks. "Lick her ass!" I still had no idea what this had to do with Silver cumming, but I didn't complain as I felt her tongue start rimming my asshole. "And rub her pussy!" Skylar barked.

I found I didn't really care about Silver cumming anymore as she tongue-fucked my asshole and rubbed my cxnt, left hand fingering me, right hand stroking my clit. I found out later from Skylar that she went behind Silver and started fingering her - although I could guess from Skylar hissing "Don't you dare fucking cum before she does!" at the woman between us.

I reflected quickly on how far Skylar had come - I'd have to get her a nice thank you card or something for the amazing experience of Silver rimming me and finger-fucking me. It didn't seem like this was the beaten woman's first time - she knew what felt good, applying it to me in her attempt to make sure I came before she did. I'm sure Skylar was helping her, not fingering her too fast, giving Silver a chance she eagerly jumped on.

Moments like this was what made the fighting worth it - the pain of the match itself, the tired muscles and sore body the next day, the ever-present threat of losing and being at your opponent's mercy, or lack thereof - it was all worth it for this little bit of hard earned, perfect pleasure. I let Silver work, resting my forehead on the top turnbuckle, letting myself get lost in her wet tongue licking my asshole, her fingers pumping my pussy, her fingertips teasing my clit.

I told myself I was being nice not trying to delay my orgasm, ignoring the truth that I couldn't wait to reach my peak again. I told myself letting Silver get me there was helping her, too, as the heat spread from my core quickly and powerfully.

"Gonna cum," I muttered, not sure if anybody heard me, guessing Silver did as she picked up the pace, her tongue thrusting in and out of my clenching asshole, fingers roughly hammering my pussy, fingertips eagerly rubbing my clit. I held on to the ropes for dear life as Silver got me to orgasm number two, legs shaking as a low, guttering gasp of pure joy dropped out of my lips.

Silver wasn't taking any chances, her licking, thrusting and teasing taking me through a powerful climax, my body bucking and shivering as I enjoyed our victory. I had to reach back, fumbling to find her, tapping her head to let her know I was done.

She kept her tongue planted in my asshole, fingers up my pussy, thumb on my clit as Skylar finished her in turn. I could feel her body shaking as she went over her own edge, moaning, her tongue vibrating ticklishly in my asshole as she rode her own climax.

Finished, she flopped backwards - I knew the feeling, still having to hold on to the ropes to stay standing myself. Skylar stepped over her to give my ass a hard slap: "How was that, Kate?"
"Good," I allowed. "Now it's time to take our trophies."
"Yes!" Skylar gasped in excitement, a counterpoint to Erika's tired "Fuck!"

Erika was up first. I grabbed the Ziploc bag that had her other pair of panties in it and a Sharpie as Skylar retrieved the pair Erika had worn for this fight. We both walked over to her, Erika giving me a murderous glare, her eyes not leaving mine as she yanked the sharpie out of my hands and her bottoms - my trophy - out of Skylar's.

She signed her name in cursive, writing REMATCH !! underneath it in angry little block letters before throwing it at my face. I caught it out of the air, unable to keep an incredibly smug grin off my face as I stuffed it in the bag along with its twin.

That left Skylar to take Silver's trophy. Instead of her bottoms, Skylar pointed at the beaten woman's mask: "I'll take that for my wall," she purred. Silver didn't hesitate, reaching up and stripping the mask off her face - oh, she was cute! I almost blurted out what a shame it was to cover her beautiful face up, but I stopped myself, letting Skylar enjoy the moment.

I handed Silver the sharpie. She signed the mask, first "THE SILVER SHADOW" in elegant, sweeping cursive, then AMARI smaller underneath - I'd have to remember that for our rematch, if there was one. She handed Skylar the mask, my partner taking it and folding it with excitement.

"Great match," I told our foes as Skylar took my hand. I could feel Erika's eyes boring into me even as we turned and left the ring to get cleaned up, our trophies clutched in our free hands. I'd thought I was done with Skylar, but I could sense a new vista of tag matches opening before us as we entered the basement bathroom and set the shower going.

[Super Deadly Ham Attack]