Quarter Finals Bracket A – Match #2: Sexfight! First To Cum Loses
“Miracle Maker” Olivia Taylor Dudley 
Vs.
“Festive” Olivia Munn
When the brackets were announced for this tournament, there was much speculation and hype that went through the tabloids about all the different first round match-ups, though one of the most talked about was Olivia Munn Vs. Olivia Taylor Dudley. It had been dubbed, “The Battle Of The Olivias!”, and many were wondering which of them would come out on top as the better woman. In fact, reporters had interviewed both ladies about exactly that question.
Munn, for her part, was confident. “I know I don't have the best record on this celebrity fight circuit,” she'd started her interview by saying, referencing how her win record in both wrestling matches and sexfights sat at an abysmal 30%, “But at least I have a record! Dudley's never had a match before this. She doesn't know what it feels like when you actually get into that ring and the bell rings with another woman staring you down in the other corner ready to kick your ass. Doesn't know about the nerves that come from the roar of the crowd cheering you, watching you, waiting for you to make that one mistake and get fucked up the ass. I do. I've been in that ring thousands of times. I might not be what some call a winner, but at least I know what it's like. But this is Olivia Taylor Dudley's first rodeo and one thing I am consistent at? Beating other Olivias! Olivia Wilde? Beat her. Olivia Colman? Kicked her ass. Olivia d'Abo? Fucked her dry, six ways to Sunday. So when it comes to this fight, she has no chance against me, and I fully believe by the end of that fight, I'm going to be diddlin' Dudley to a nice, quick win.”
Taylor Dudley's response was short, sweet, and very much to the point. “I've heard what she had to say, yes,” she'd responded when asked about the comments, “We all did. And it was a LOT. Honestly. And there's a lot I COULD say, too. But I won't. Instead, I'll just say this. I've been training hard for my debut and miss Munn can think whatever she wants. But everyone's going to see what I'm about when they watch the Festive Feelings tournament. EXACTLY what I'm about. So tune in, if you wanna see me make Munn moan. Because I guarantee you won't want to miss it.”
Backstage the first night of the tournament, both Olivias watched the first match of the night with mild interest, their thoughts solely on their own fight. I've been planning for this and training for this for so long, Olivia Taylor Dudley thought to herself, will my plan work? My training? My research? Munn, on the other hand, was wondering what tricks that the blonde might have her sleeve that she hadn't seen in the ring before. Despite this being the first round of the tournament, this still felt like a big match to Munn and she could already feel those pre-match nerves and jitters starting to take over.
And then Cowan beat Jones, their elf attendants told them to get ready, and all nerves subsided as all thoughts turned to just one: Becoming the best Olivia.
Olivia Munn made her way to the ring first to some generic christmas music she'd specifically chosen so it wouldn't be too much of a distraction from the main event: Herself. She was wearing a sheer, almost see-through tight body suit made of shiny green and white latex that cut off at the knees, with a zipper that started low enough to tease a bit of her breasts slick from the bright lights above and continued down the rest of her body only to disappear between her legs. It accentuated all of her curves and her hips swayed side to side to the music as she strode down the entrance ramp in her black boots with white fur trim, pushing a candy cane slick with saliva in and out of her mouth and relishing the roar and attention of the crowd, cheering her name - “Munn! Munn! Munn!”
They weren't exactly her usual kind of crowd. She spotted all sorts of weird creatures in the crowd – humanoid reindeer, sentient snowmen and christmas presents, talking candy canes, gingerbread people, even a few large yetis. The Christmas elves were probably the most normal look of the bunch, even with their pointy ears. But they were still a crowd of fans and in a weird, fantastical pocket dimension, you worked with what you got. Getting to the end of the ramp, she started making a lap around the ring, clapping hands with those in the front row – some hooved, some cold and clammy, some essentially hard and breaded – and stopped halfway around, spying a large candy cane ... man? Woman? She wasn't sure, but she pulled the candy cane out of her as she approached.
“Hey, there, cutie,” she said, sounding very unsure of herself as she approached the candy cane person who had a long body, a curved head, two red-and-white striped arms, small striped feet, two large eyes on either sit of it's curve, a mouth, and a little bowler hat – striped black and white – atop it's head, “Do you want a taste? Maybe hold on to it for me?”
“That's cannibalism,” the candy cane person said excitedly in the goofiest voice imaginable as Munn stretched the candy cane out to them.
“Oh, I, uh, I'm so sorry,” Munn said, backing off, pulling the candy cane away.
“I love cannibalism,” it said, it's mouth stretching towards Munn's hand and sucking the candy cane up like a vacuum, “Yum, yum! Freddy likes!”
“Okay, then,” Munn said, nodding to herself. Yeah, this place would take some getting used to, she said as she finished her lap, and slid into the ring, If I get past Dudley. When I get past Dudley. At that thought, Munn popped to her feet in the middle of the ring, did a sexy spin for the crowd, and went to her corner where she leaned back comfortably and waited.
And waited..
And waited...
And then the pop rock sounds of Barenaked Ladies “Green Christmas” burst out of the Merrydome's speakers and to a new set of cheers from the crowd, Munn watched Olivia Taylor Dudley bust out onto the top of the entrance ramp with a huge, pussy-eating grin on her face. Munn had to admit the blonde looked hot as a slight shiver of pleasure went down her spine seeing Taylor Dudley in her tight, Christmas style school-girl outfit. It was a red and green suit-jacket up top – no dress shirt to enable Dudley's ample bosom to be seen trying to bust out from behind the several buttons keep it confined, and the red and green striped tie was a nice choice, too – with a red and green pleated school-girl skirt held there by a thick belt with a Santa head buckle in the middle Munn had a sneaking suspicion was gonna be a bitch to undo. Completing the look was a pair of mesh stockings that went all the way down Dudley's lean, muscular legs and ended at her thick, Santa-style combat boots.
And then there was the bag. That thing made Munn both nervous and curious. It was a large sack made of red felt or leather, and Taylor Dudley carried it over one shoulder as she skipped down the ramp after doing a spin on top of it and blowing a kiss to the crowd. Munn watched as Taylor Dudley paused at the bottom of the ramp to fiddle with the bag and open it wider so she could reach inside it easier, which she did as she continued skipping around the ring, reaching in and tossing all manner of things into the crowd – Munn spotted candy, condoms, boxes of viagra, and various sex toys, just to name a few. Munn had to admit, the blonde had style.
Once she'd finished her circuit of the ring, Dudley slipped inside the ring, bag in toe, popped to her feet in the middle of it, did a little twirl, pulled a microphone out of the bag, dropped the bag next to her, and turned towards Munn as she raised the mic to her lips.
“Oh my god, Munsy-wunsy,” Taylor Dudley squeaked, her eyes bulging as she hopped up and down excitedly, her breasts heaving and bouncing as she did, “It is sooooo great to finally meet you, and especially in front of all of these almost people! And I knoooooow we're about to have an amazing match and kick each others asses all over this ring and everyone is going to, like, LOVE it, but I just had this amazing idea to make it even more, like, AMAZING.”
Leaning down and making it plainly clear to everyone in the audience behind her that she wasn't wearing a damn thing underneath her skirt, she reached back into the bag a pulled out a large white quill pen with a feather coming out of one end and a piece of paper with a whole bunch of writing on it in red and green letters and Munn could swear that it glowed with a golden hue.
“See, this is something fun and new here in the Merrydome, called a Christmas Contract,” Dudley announced too oooh's and aaaah's from the crowd, and a raised eyebrow from Munn, “See, thanks to the magic of the Merrydome, two competitors can set their own stipulations on one of these contracts – like, for example, this one says the loser of this match must obey everything the winner says until the end of this tournament – and then when both of them sign it, it becomes magically binding. Now I've already signed it, obviously, so it just needs your John Hancock to make it official, Munnsy-wunnsy. So whaddaya say, huh? You in?”
Munn hesitated, looking back and forth from the contract to Dudley and back again as Dudley stepped forward and held the pen out to her. She was wary about this, of course, not knowing exactly what was going through the blonde's head and what kind of nasty tricks this might lead to. But she had to admit, when – not if – she beat Dudley, having her as her slave for the rest of the tournament was a highly tempting offer, not even taking in consideration the advantage it might give her having her at ringside then. But if Munn lost....
The dark haired beauty weighed her options for a few moments then grinned, stepped forward, took the pen, and signed on the dotted line.
“You're on, blondie,” Munn said, throwing the pen at Dudley, who caught it with a grin as Munn returned to her corner.
“Oh gee, oh my, Munnsy,” Dudley said, dropping the mic, pen and contract into the bag as her grin widened, “You've made me so damn happy, accepting my little challenge. It's almost like it's Christmas morning! And as such, I have one last gift I want to give you before we get this show on the road!”
Dudley opened the bag wide and reached in, searching for something for a few moments before her brow furrowed. “Oh, my, it was here a moment ago,” she said, continuing to fumble around in the bag and even leaning down and into the bag itself, showing Munn her full ass.
“You wrap something special, you put it away, you think you can find it easy,” Dudley continued to mumble as she searched, and it was going so long that Munn couldn't help but step forward to help. But as soon as she did, Dudley stood up out of the bag, grabbed it with both hands, screamed, “SURPRISE!!!”, and swung the still heavy bag in Munn's direction. Munn was too slow to react and it slammed into her, sending her stumbling into the corner, momentarily daze. Dudley then tossed the bag out of the ring and charged into the corner herself, leaping when she got close and hitting Munn with a Corner Splash.
Corner Splash:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLKsNWk_lDs “We're gonna have so much fun tonight, Munnsy,” Dudley said, giving her a looooong lick along the left side of Munn's tanned cheek, “You have no idea.”
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Decided not to keep y'all waiting, since it might take a bit to finish and it's been a few days without content and I wanted to give ya something at least. TO BE CONTINUED!!!
