Total Temptation Wrestling

20:15 Javistar: In the locker room, after an exhaustive warm-up, I find myself sitting in front of the mirror, putting the finishing touches on my makeup, thinking about what my first match will be like. Several thoughts flood my mind: the nerves of stepping into a federation ring again, and whether I'll be up to the task in this match. Plus, besides being my debut, it's also my rematch against Lacey... I finish my makeup and look at myself in the mirror, adjusting my outfit a bit, then smiling softly as I tell myself, "Okay, everything will be fine, I just have to stay positive."... A K-pop song starts playing in the arena, the spotlights illuminate the ramp with a fuchsia pink. I walk up the ramp, smiling, waving to Blaze, feeling the nerves of it being my first match in the federation and wanting to make a good impression. When I reach the ring, I slide under the ropes and quickly stand up. I walk to the corner and climb onto it, blowing a kiss to Blaze, then... I go down to wait for my opponent

20:15 Javistar:

20:20 Blaze_Freya: -I'm sitting at the commentary table adjusting my headset before I start speaking- "Javistar sure has that superstar energy, right? Incredible aura for a first ever match."

20:21 LaceyP: The lights drop to a naughty crimson glow and my remix of “Cheerleader” hits. I bounce out onto the stage in my ridiculous middle school uniform that hasn’t fit me since eighth grade, the tiny pleated skirt flipping up with every hop to flash my black lace panties while the cropped top clings to my 32B breasts so hard the glittery “L-A-C-E-Y” letters look ready to explode off. I twirl my pigtail pom poms, stick my tongue out at the crowd, then spell out “T-T-W” with the brattiest little cheer you’ve ever heard, ending it with a wink and a promise that I’m about to make the new girl cry. Skipping down the ramp, I blow a mocking kiss to Paula, mouth “You’re SO dead, newbie” and trace a heart in the air just for her. I hop onto the apron, let the skirt ride all the way up on purpose, then slink between the ropes super slow, arching my back and wiggling my butt for the hard cam. Inside the ring I cartwheel into a perfect split, pop back up, plant my hands on my hips, tilt my head, and give her the sweetest, most poisonous smile ever, “Hi cutie Welcome to TTW. Hope you love it here, I’m about to cheer my little heart out all over your pretty face!” Then I skip to my corner, bend over to “fix” my shoe for one last cheeky flash, spin around, kick a leg up on the ropes, and wait for the bell with the biggest bratty grin I’ve got. Playing up my cheer persona for this match perfectly.

20:21 Blaze_Freya:

20:22 LaceyP:

20:22 LaceyP:

20:25 Blaze_Freya: -Deep sigh- "N' now here comes Lacey, always someone to watch out for as I learned last time we faced off. DON'T underestimate her or she will surprise you."

20:26 Javistar: I smiled as I said with a wide, energetic grin, "Many, good luck and have fun!"... Then I followed Lacey with my eyes, thinking to myself that her outfit was really cool but maybe a little too small. I shook those thoughts out of my mind as I focused on the match, glancing at Blaze, waiting for him to ring the bell... Then I looked at Lacey as I waited and offered her a soft smile, winking and blowing her a kiss, to see if she remembered our last kiss.

20:32 LaceyP: I’m leaning back against the turnbuckles, one sneaker still kicked up on the middle rope, when I catch that soft little smile and the wink you send my way, followed by the cutest blown kiss… and suddenly my cheeks instantly burn bright pink under the arena lights. My heart does this stupid fluttery thing because oh my gawd I remember that kiss, how you pinned me that match. How can I ever forget that defeat. UGH You grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me so deep and slow and the crowd lost it, my lips were trembling and surely they tasted like defeat and cherry lip gloss. I’ve literally replayed it in my head a thousand times since. I try to play it cool, but my voice comes out all high and squeaky when I squeak back, “G-good luck to you too, cutie!” while my thighs press together because I’m already getting that warm, tingly feeling again. I bite my glittery bottom lip, twirl one pigtail around my finger, and shoot you a flustered little glare that’s half brat and half total meltdown, because now all I can think about is pinning you and me stealing the kiss this time. I quickly turn my face away, pretending to fix my skirt, which is pointless because it’s basically a belt at this point, but my ears are on fire and I know you can see me blushing like crazy as Blaze finally grabs the bell.

20:39 Blaze_Freya: -The bell rings and I stay seated, watching as these two lock eyes from across the ring. Looking at Javi as he seems to get in Lacey's head early on.. I don't like this at all and snap at Lacey as I jerk my headset off- "HEY!!!!" -I give her a stern look and tilt my head to the side- "FOCUS!" -After that, I put my headset back on and play it off like I didn't just clearly choose a favourite- "Here we go! One on one, Lacey Vs the debuting Javistar. Who's going to come out on top in this one?"

20:45 Javistar: Seeing Lacery blush, I sense a bit of her nervousness. I smile gently and watch her nervously adjust her skirt. Then I simply get into a fighting stance, swallowing hard. When I hear Blaze call Lacey's attention, I think to myself how wonderful it is to have someone who supports you unconditionally. A few seconds later, Blaze rings the bell! I step out of my corner, guard up, staring intently at Lacey. I slowly circle her, licking my lips to moisten them, feeling a slight nervousness that gradually dissipates as I get closer to the center of the ring. Before we start fighting, I offer Lacey a soft, flirty smile, like a gentle caress on her cheek. Then I wait for Lacey to make her first move.

20:48 LaceyP: The bell clangs sharp and sudden, snapping me out of my flustered haze like a slap to the face, and I jolt upright in my corner just as Blaze's voice booms "HEY!!!! FOCUS!" her stern glare piercing right through me, making my stomach flip because oh gawd, she's totally picking favorites and it's me, but I can't let that distract me now. I shake off the blush that's still burning my cheeks, biting my lip hard to refocus, my pigtails swinging as I bounce on my toes and lock eyes with Paula across the ring, that flirty little smile of hers like a dare I can't ignore. I circle back slowly, my too small skirt swishing with each step, guard up but playful, feeling the crowd's energy buzz through me as I lick my own lips in response, mirroring her with a wicked grin that says 'game on, cutie.' Then, without warning, I lunge forward in a burst of cheerleader speed, looking to lock up in a collar and elbow tieup. My heart races from the mix of nerves, that old kiss memory, and Blaze's watchful eyes pushing me to win.

20:53 Javistar: As I saw you advance, I smiled. I saw you were going for a classic block. Honestly, I expected you to do that since that's what you did in our first encounter. I quickly ducked to try and avoid your quick cheerleader grab, and gritting my teeth, my legs flexed. Like a spring, I tried to propel myself forward like a bullet straight at your belly, attempting to land a powerful Spear on your perfect abs, aiming for a shocking and action-packed start for the crowd, one that would even make Blaze's eyes widen.

20:57 LaceyP: I was already mid lunge, arms out for that cocky little waist grab I always worked on you last time, giggling like the brat I am, when suddenly you duck low and explode forward like a damn missile. I only have half a second for my eyes to go wide and a tiny, shocked “Eep!” to squeak out of my glossy lips before your shoulder slams dead center into my tummy with a loud, meaty THUD that folds me clean in half over your back. All the air whooshes out of me in one humiliating “Oooomph!” and my tiny body jackknifes, legs kicking uselessly in the air as you drive me backward. My spine hits the mat so hard the ring shakes and my pigtails flop across my face. For a second I just lie there draped over your shoulder like a conquered cheerleader doll, skirt flipped up to my waist, black lace panties on full display for the cam while I wheeze and clutch at my aching abs, stunned tears pricking my eyes. The crowd erupts and I can practically feel Blaze’s jaw drop on commentary, but all I can do is cough out a weak, breathy “nngh… f-fuck…” as my cheeks burn hotter than ever, totally speared and flattened in the first ten seconds by the cute little Paula, and I’m already wondering how I’m gonna brat my way out of this one when I can barely breathe.

21:02 Blaze_Freya: -I cover my open mouth in shock after the brutal spear takes out Lacey and flattens her to a loud mixed reaction. Some cheering and some booing, some even making catcalls but it seems everyone is getting loud and into this match... I finally manage to say something as I am still adding up in my head how one can go from so confident and focused to so flattened in just one move... one of MY moves!- "My goodness... Javi with a spear out of nowhere n' Lacey just folded over, this could be over FAST!"

21:04 Javistar: Embarrassed that my Soear landed squarely, she smiled broadly like a little girl who had just achieved something she thought wouldn't work... I then resumed my role as a wrestler and slid over Lacey, feeling her warm body brush against mine as I settled down on her sore abs. In a lighthearted, teasing way, I moved my hips, pressing my rear end against her aching abdomen, then grabbed her pigtails. I threw my head back and, with a wide grin, yanked Lacey's pigtails with all my might, while thrusting my head forward with all my strength to try and deliver a quick headbutt to the cheerleader's forehead.

21:08 LaceyP: I’m still trying to suck air back into my crushed lungs, flat on my back with my skirt bunched around my waist and my lace panties shamelessly on display, when I feel your warm weight slide right over me and plant that perfect peach of an ass directly onto my throbbing abs. The pressure makes me wheeze out this pathetic little “hnngh!” and my legs kick weakly against the mat. Then your fingers tangle into my pigtails, yanking my head up hard enough that my glossy lips part in a surprised gasp, and before I can even brat out a protest your forehead crashes into mine with a sickening crack that sends white hot stars exploding behind my eyes. My whole body jolts, a strangled squeak ripping from my throat as my petite frame arches off the canvas, tears instantly spilling down my burning cheeks while the arena spins. The sting is unreal, my vision blurry, cherry lip gloss smearing as I dazedly blink up at you, those cute eyes of yours sparkling with mischief. My hands flail up to grab your wrists, not even trying to fight the hair pull yet because my head’s ringing too loud, and all that comes out is a shaky, whimper, “P-Paula… you… you bitch…” even though my voice cracks and my thighs are quivering because that headbutt turned my brain to glittery mush and I’m already terrified you’re about to pin me again right in front of Blaze.

21:12 Blaze_Freya: "OH and she follows up with a headbutt! This is NOT looking good for Lacey or any of her fans..."

21:14 Javistar: Hearing your words, I smile mischievously and passionately as I say in a flirty tone, "Don't worry, Lacey, after this match I'll give you all the kisses you want~"... Immediately afterward, my tongue traced my full lips while my eyes remained locked on yours... When you grabbed my wrists, I let go of your hair and stood up, freeing my wrists as the crowd reacted with mixed emotions. I smiled and blew a playful kiss to Blaze, accompanied by a wink... Then I ran toward the ropes to bounce off them, trying to use my new signature move called "Step on You"... I ran toward Lacey as fast as I could and leaped into the air, feeling everyone's breath suddenly stop in unison, trying to land both boots on the head of the beautiful cheerleader

21:20 LaceyP: My head is still swimming from that brutal headbutt, tears streaking my glittery cheeks and my pigtails a total mess, when your flirty little promise drips into my ears like honeyed poison. “all the kisses you want” makes my tummy flip in the most humiliating way and I hate how my breath hitches and my thighs clench together even while I’m laid out like a broken doll. Your tongue sliding slow and deliberate across those perfect lips while you stare down at me has me blushing so hard I’m practically glowing under the lights, and the second you release my hair I flop back to the mat with a dazed whimper, hands weakly rubbing my throbbing forehead. I’m barely aware of you blowing that cute kiss to Blaze, ugh, of course you did, before your footsteps thunder toward the ropes. The crowd’s roar swells and I force my blurry eyes open just in time to see you rebounding back at me like a pink-and-black missile. Pure panic surges through me and I squeak out a desperate, high pitched “N-no wait!” but it’s too late. You launch into the air, both boots aimed right at my pretty little head, and everything slows down for one heartbreaking second, my glossy lips parted in a perfect “O,” pigtails fanned out around me, skirt still flipped up showing off those embarrassing black lace panties to the entire arena, before your soles crash down onto my skull with a sickening thud that snaps my entire body rigid. My petite frame bounces off the canvas from the impact, legs kicking wildly in the air as a strangled, glittery cry rips from my throat, then I collapse limp, arms splayed, cheek pressed to the mat, eyes half lidded and totally crossed while drool trickles from the corner of my smeared lips and the entire arena loses their minds because the bratty cheerleader just got absolutely stepped on and squashed in her own ring. I start to convulse a lil bit as I lay there drooling.

21:25 Blaze_Freya: "I think this might go down in history as the most one-sided match. Geez..."

21:26 Javistar: Seeing the stadium's reaction, I opened my arms in a deep bow, like a stage actress. Then, seeing you have little convulsions, I just made a small face of concern... But the show had to go on. Finishing my signature move, my legs did a perfect split, landing with my bubble butt right on Lacey's face as I posed, pouting and flexing a bicep. My other hand gently kneaded one of Lacey's breasts, trying to make the whole stadium erupt even louder in screams of excitement. I couldn't help but steal a glance at Blaze and give her a small smile... I felt the cheerleader's saliva wet under my butt, which perfectly covered her face.

21:30 LaceyP: The second your perfect, plump bubble butt drops into a full split right onto my face, the entire world goes dark, warm, and humiliatingly soft. My already dizzy brain short circuits as your weight pins my head to the mat, those silky tights and the thin strip of your gear pressing my nose and glossy lips flush against the curve of your ass until I can’t breathe anything but the faint scent of your body spray mixed with sweat and sweet victory. A muffled, pathetic whimper vibrates against you while my whole body gives another weak convulsion, legs twitching uselessly, pigtails splayed out like broken pom-poms. Then your hand slides under my top and finds my perky little breast, fingers kneading slow and deliberate, rolling my stiff nipple between them until I squeak straight into your cheeks. The sound comes out wet and garbled because my own drool is already soaking into your gear and smearing my cherry lip gloss all over your perfect ass. My thighs clench together on instinct, a hot, traitorous pulse throbbing between them while the crowd absolutely explodes, catcalls and screams crashing over us like a wave. I can feel my cheeks burning hotter than the arena lights, tears of embarrassment and something way more dangerous streaking sideways into my hair, and when you glance over at Blaze with that smug little smile I swear my heart skips because I know she’s watching her favorite brat get utterly smothered and groped, and the worst part is how my hips give the tiniest, involuntary roll upward, silently begging for more even while I’m suffocating in the most humiliating facesit of my life.

21:37 Javistar: A smug smile spreads across my face as I watch your hips sway, begging for more. One of my hands slides up your leg, gripping it tightly, and I try to initiate a pinfall by hooking your leg. I try to maintain an air of indifference as I glance at Blaze, my free hand sliding between the cheerleader's legs, caressing it through the black fabric, feeling your entire body scream for more... My desires course through your inner thigh, giving it a gentle but insistent rub, as I whisper to Lacey, "Just so you know, I'm holding back from riding you~" I say in a flirty voice, biting my lower lip and massaging Lacey as the countdown begins.

21:38 Javistar:

21:44 LaceyP: The moment your fingers curl possessively around my thigh and yank it high into that humiliating hook, my whole body arches off the mat in a trembling, desperate bow, the black lace of my panties stretching tight and already soaked through from everything you’ve done to me. Your other hand slips shamelessly between my legs, palm pressing right against my aching heat, and the slow, deliberate rub you give me drags a broken, muffled moan straight into the warm prison of your ass still sealing my face. My hips buck helplessly into your touch, thighs quivering like I’m some needy little doll, glossy lips parted and drooling against you while hot tears of shame and raw want streak sideways across my temples. When you lean in and breathe that teasing “I’m holding back from riding you” against my ear, the words melt down my spine and pool between my legs, making me clench so hard the ref almost misses the count. “ONE!” slams down beside us and my entire body jolts. I kick weakly, pigtails whipping, but your weight and that wicked hand rubbing slow circles over my clit through the lace keep me pinned and panting. “TWO!” echoes and I squeal a garbled, wet plea into your ass, back arching higher, breasts heaving under my tiny top, nipples so stiff they ache, and my traitorous hips roll greedily into your fingers because even though I’m about to lose in the most humiliating way possible, every bratty fiber of me is screaming for you to stop holding back and just fucking ride me senseless in front of the entire roaring arena. This is TTW though. Not the place where all this typically takes place.

21:44 LaceyP:

21:52 LaceyP:

21:53 Javistar: Your moans and the way your body reacts make it harder and harder to hold back. I swallow slowly as my breath quickens and my heart races, thinking only of how I want to make you feel pleasure in every fiber of your being. But I have to resist; I can't succumb to temptation, even though, ironically, that's what the federation is all about. The third count feels endless as countless thoughts race through my mind. I bite my lower lip, feeling your moans vibrate between my legs, while with my free hand I slowly rub your clitoris until finally, "Three!!!"... The count ends, and I finally release your leg onto the mat. Both hands rest on your abdomen as I gasp, my breath ragged and my face flushed. I can't stop staring at Lacey's voluptuous body. I feel my body sweating, my breath becoming more rapid as I finally give in to temptation, sliding one hand under the bottom of your suit. Lacey maliciously pinching her clitoris, while my other hand firmly grips the cheerleader's hair, I begin to gently move my hips, riding your face as I gradually increase the intensity while soft moans escape my lips just thinking about our first kiss.

21:56 LaceyP: The ref’s hand slaps the mat for that final, deafening “THREE!!!” and the arena explodes, but all I hear is the wet, broken sob that rips out of me the instant your weight finally lifts off my face. Cool air hits my burning cheeks, smeared cherry gloss and tears streaking tracks through my glitter, and I lie there gasping like a fish, chest heaving so hard my tiny top rides up and exposes the underside of my breasts. My hooked leg flops uselessly to the canvas, thighs still trembling from the way you stroked me right to the edge, the soaked black lace clinging transparently to every desperate, swollen lips that throb in time with my frantic heartbeat. I can feel your palms resting hot on my sweaty abdomen, and when I drag my glassy eyes up to meet yours I see that flushed, hungry look on your face that makes my stomach flip all over again. A pitiful whimper spills from my glossy mouth as my hips give one last involuntary twitch upward, chasing fingers that aren’t there anymore, and I know every single camera is zoomed in on the defeated cheerleader sprawled out like an offering, skirt flipped, panties ruined, pigtails a tangled mess, nipples straining against fabric, utterly wrecked and still silently begging for the prize you promised. My voice comes out tiny and hoarse, barely audible over the roaring crowd, “P-Paula… backstage… please…” because losing has never felt this much like winning, and I’m already aching for whatever you’re going to do to me once those curtains close.

22:39 Javistar: With a flirty smile, I began to move my hips more forcefully while saying between moans, trying with all my might to hold back from making too much noise, "I'm sorry Lacey, I can't hold back any longer, I'll make it up to you later in private~"... My fingers slipped inside your pussy as I began to finger you deeply, my hips moving more and more violently as my fingers kept the same rhythm

22:43 LaceyP: Your words, “I can’t hold back any longer” hit me like a spark to gasoline, and the second your fingers plunge deep inside my dripping pussy I scream into your grinding hips, the sound muffled and wet and absolutely shameless. My whole body locks up, back bowing so hard my shoulders lift off the mat, pigtails whipping as you start finger fucking me in perfect sync with the brutal rhythm of your ride. Every thrust of your hand slams into that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes, and I’m instantly gushing around your fingers, hot, messy squirt spraying in rhythmic pulses that soak your hand, splash across my own thighs, and splatter the canvas in glistening arcs while the crowd loses their ever-loving minds. My legs kick helplessly, toes curling in my little sneakers, tears and drool streaking sideways as I sob and moan straight into your ass, tongue lapping frantically at you because I need you to feel even half of what you’re doing to me. Another brutal curl of your fingers and I come completely undone, squirting so hard it arcs over both of us, drenching your wrist and my ruined panties, the mat, everything, while my pussy clenches and flutters around you in desperate, milking spasms. My whole body shakes through wave after wave, vision whiting out, until I finally collapse limp and trembling beneath you, a wrecked, soaked, glittery mess still twitching with aftershocks and whispering broken little “Paula… Paula…” against your skin like a prayer, already desperate for whatever “making it up to me later” really means.