You balk at the jaw-dropping sight of your opponent. The most drop-dead gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen saunters around the ring and waves to her raving fans, a fuzzy but sensual guitar riff still playing her intro music over the loudspeakers.Her stage presence has completely stolen the thunder from your debut match, but, like everyone else in the auditorium, you’re too amazed by the sight of her to really think about it, though it’s hard to blame you. After all, just look at what she’s wearing!!
Veronica Jones, known as the sensual Jezebel of the DWA, struts her (very abundant) stuff in the ring while wearing an extremely flashy and provocative red outfit: Thigh-high leather heel boots that give a confident click with every step she takes, fishnet legging shorts that both cling to and reveal large portions of her thick legs and curvaceous hips, and a midriff-baring fishnet top that extends along her slender arms and boasts a v-shaped window in the middle to fully expose her deep cleavage. Wow. You don’t know how anyone could get away with wearing something like that anywhere, let alone in a wrestling ring (She looks more like a porn star than a wrestling star). You’d question if that outfit is even legal here, but then you remember your boss just got done injecting you with an experimental serum that makes you shrink. Clearly just about anything goes in this crazy wrestling league.
As you near the ring, Jezebel turns around, and her eyes lock onto you, her sexy stare alone nearly enough to stop you in your tracks. She quickly looks you over and gives a smug smirk. Practically dripping with sexiness, Jezebel casually leans herself back on the ropes and uses a finger to make an alluring “come-hither” gesture at you, confidently indicating to both you and her fans that she’s ready to play with her newest victim in the ring.
You blush at Veronica's suggestive gesture and appearance. You're actually supposed to roll around in the ring with her, in front of everybody?!? You're not sure whether to feel lucky or embarrassed. You climb into the ring, hoping your debut match will go more smoothly and less scandalously than your opponent would seem to imply.
As you approach the center of the ring, you hear Touko's voice blare over the loudspeakers. "Girls, get ready to scream. Mothers, hide your boys. And Men, say your prayers. Jezebel's back in town, and she's looking for her next victim." At those words, you look on to see Veronica confidently raise her hands in the air, inciting another frenzied cheer from the crowd. "Today she'll be going up against our newest combatant, in his first ever match at the DWA. Give it up for Tommy the Terrible!” Following Veronica's lead, you pump a fist into the air to show you mean business. The fans don't cheer for you as loudly as they did Jezebel, but you're flattered to hear at least some people are excited to see you (or, at the very least, excited to see Jezebel beat you). "Will the new guy prove he's got the moxie and spunk to wrestle his way to the top of the league, or will he fall prey to Jezebel's vivacious skills and charms, becoming her newest slave? You'll find out here first, folks!" Wait, slave? What exactly does she mean by that? Maybe it's just her way of adding flavor to the introductions, you guess.
While Touko continues her introduction, Veronica looks you over one more time from the ropes, her sultry smile broadening as she thinks about how cute and impressionable you look. She couldn’t be more happy with how things have turned out. You're the first and only guy to ever join the league, and she gets to have you all to herself first.
Working in an all-female league, it’s been a little while since Jezebel's felt the familiar, enrapturing sensation of the adoring gaze from a hot-blooded male, newly and hopelessly smitten with her and willing to indulge her every whim. Sure, she has her fans, but she’s only allowed to charm and play with them so much (Professionalism, and all that nonsense). But now that there’s a male wrestler in the league, a new boy toy practically gift-wrapped for her, she has a chance to fully utilize all her feminine wiles, coupled with her wrestling skills, to satisfy her cravings. It’ll only serve to boost her star power too. No doubt the audience will love watching her subjugate both your mind and body to her, almost as much as she’ll love doing it. She saunters towards you, making sure to sway her curvaceous body in a way that inevitably draws your attention.
You drink in the sight of Veronica’s undulating figure jiggling it’s way towards you, her soft, plump body straining against her tight, fishnet clothing. When she finally reaches you, you quickly notice there’s a clear height gap between the two of you. She’s at least a head and shoulders taller than you, if not more, which only makes her even more striking to you, especially since the height difference brings her massive breasts directly into your line of sight. As you try not to gawp, Veronica speaks, with an alluring English accent. “Hello there, love. Name’s Veronica. Nice to meet’cha.”
You’re a little surprised by your opponent’s pleasant introduction but still decide to respond in kind. “Uh, hey. I’m Tom. The pleasure’s all mine.”
Veronica gives a knowing smirk at your choice of words. “Oh, we’ll see,” she mutters, her remark making you raise an eyebrow. Veronica elegantly crosses her arms beneath her chest, coyly hefting her huge breasts in front of you. “Well, love, since it looks like we’ve got a minute or two before Touko finishes hyping up our match, would you mind indulging me with some short but pleasant conversation, a quickie, if you will? I like to get to know my opponents a little before a match, make things feel a little more intimate between us.” You try not to gawp as Veronica speaks, but, from the corner of your eye, you could almost swear you saw her squeeze her breasts with her arms during that last comment.
“Uh, sure, that doesn’t sound bad. What did you want to talk about?”
Jezebel smirks wryly. “Have you got a girlfriend?”
You’re a little taken aback by such a random question, feeling like it’s the wrong place and wrong time to ask something like that, but you answer anyway, strangely focused on the charming look Veronica gives you as you do. “Uh yeah, sorta, I guess. We’re actually on a bit of a break at the moment, to be honest. She didn’t like how I gave up my job to pursue wrestling, which was going nowhere for the longest time, so things got complicated between us,” you confess. Wait...Why do you suddenly feel so compelled to divulge your turbulent love life to a complete stranger? Just what is it with this woman?
“Aw too bad. Seems to me like she’s lucky to have you,” Veronica says sympathetically, her sudden flattery catching you further off guard. “So tell me about her.”
“She’s nice, I guess,” you answer cautiously.
She titters, “Is that all?”
“Well just what do you want to know, exactly?”
“Well, if she’s piqued your interest...does she have big tits,” Jezebel asks with an impish smirk, her bold question completely surprising you.
“Uh, what?”
“You heard me: are her tits big?” Veronica steps in and gracefully drapes a hand behind your neck, pulling you towards her slightly and drawing your attention back towards her breasts. “Are they bigger than mine?” You feel her hand gently massaging your neck as she slightly hefts her breasts with the other hand, further emphasizing their astonishing size to you and making you stammer a little.
“Uh...no,” you eventually answer.
“Awww, such a shame,” Jezebel says in a pronounced, pouty tone. “How about her ass? Is it big, fleshy, and juicy...like mine?” She grabs your hand and places it on her butt, pulling you in closer to her as she forces you to feel her hefty buttocks. Again, your flabbergasted by how forward she’s being with you, like she’s actively going out of her way to stimulate you with her every movement. You reflexively squeeze Veronica’s ass a couple of times, letting your fingers sink into her doughy flesh, much to her satisfaction. There’s just so much ass, you think to yourself. Being this close to her, you also can’t help but notice her perfume, an intoxicating cinnamon-cherry scent, slowly invading your nostrils and gripping your mind. Suffice it to say, your girlfriend’s got nothing on this amazonian vixen. You gulp and finally answer, “N-no.”
Veronica gives a mock gasp. “Tommy, you poor thing. No wonder things haven’t been going well with her; she’s got absolutely nothing going for her," she says while still holding onto you. "Sounds to me like you dodged a bullet with her, love. What you need is to get acquainted with a real woman, one that has all the right assets and knows how to please you with them." Jezebel pauses for a few moments, letting you breathe her in as she forces you to feel her up. Finally, she lets go and steps back. "Fortunately, you have the whole match to get acquainted with me," she adds with a wink.
Moments later, the bell rings, and you try to shake Veronica's suggestive words from your mind. This is your debut match, with your very own size at stake, dammit. Now's not the time to let yourself get distracted by your opponent, now matter how unbelievably hot she is...with breasts the size of your head, a succulent ass, and legs that just won't quit...
You catch your thoughts before they wander too far and quickly take a grappling stance, readying yourself for whatever Veronica might have in store for you. Unlike you, though, she doesn't take a fighting stance. Jezebel simply smirks and keeps her hands on her wide hips as you two start to circle each other, though you very nearly stumble over yourself after spending a little too long admiring the way her hips wiggle as she walks. Jezebel titters at your cute fumbling, clear to both of you that her sensual mind games are already having an effect on you.
Veronica Jones, known as the sensual Jezebel of the DWA, struts her (very abundant) stuff in the ring while wearing an extremely flashy and provocative red outfit: Thigh-high leather heel boots that give a confident click with every step she takes, fishnet legging shorts that both cling to and reveal large portions of her thick legs and curvaceous hips, and a midriff-baring fishnet top that extends along her slender arms and boasts a v-shaped window in the middle to fully expose her deep cleavage. Wow. You don’t know how anyone could get away with wearing something like that anywhere, let alone in a wrestling ring (She looks more like a porn star than a wrestling star). You’d question if that outfit is even legal here, but then you remember your boss just got done injecting you with an experimental serum that makes you shrink. Clearly just about anything goes in this crazy wrestling league.
As you near the ring, Jezebel turns around, and her eyes lock onto you, her sexy stare alone nearly enough to stop you in your tracks. She quickly looks you over and gives a smug smirk. Practically dripping with sexiness, Jezebel casually leans herself back on the ropes and uses a finger to make an alluring “come-hither” gesture at you, confidently indicating to both you and her fans that she’s ready to play with her newest victim in the ring.
You blush at Veronica's suggestive gesture and appearance. You're actually supposed to roll around in the ring with her, in front of everybody?!? You're not sure whether to feel lucky or embarrassed. You climb into the ring, hoping your debut match will go more smoothly and less scandalously than your opponent would seem to imply.
As you approach the center of the ring, you hear Touko's voice blare over the loudspeakers. "Girls, get ready to scream. Mothers, hide your boys. And Men, say your prayers. Jezebel's back in town, and she's looking for her next victim." At those words, you look on to see Veronica confidently raise her hands in the air, inciting another frenzied cheer from the crowd. "Today she'll be going up against our newest combatant, in his first ever match at the DWA. Give it up for Tommy the Terrible!” Following Veronica's lead, you pump a fist into the air to show you mean business. The fans don't cheer for you as loudly as they did Jezebel, but you're flattered to hear at least some people are excited to see you (or, at the very least, excited to see Jezebel beat you). "Will the new guy prove he's got the moxie and spunk to wrestle his way to the top of the league, or will he fall prey to Jezebel's vivacious skills and charms, becoming her newest slave? You'll find out here first, folks!" Wait, slave? What exactly does she mean by that? Maybe it's just her way of adding flavor to the introductions, you guess.
While Touko continues her introduction, Veronica looks you over one more time from the ropes, her sultry smile broadening as she thinks about how cute and impressionable you look. She couldn’t be more happy with how things have turned out. You're the first and only guy to ever join the league, and she gets to have you all to herself first.
Working in an all-female league, it’s been a little while since Jezebel's felt the familiar, enrapturing sensation of the adoring gaze from a hot-blooded male, newly and hopelessly smitten with her and willing to indulge her every whim. Sure, she has her fans, but she’s only allowed to charm and play with them so much (Professionalism, and all that nonsense). But now that there’s a male wrestler in the league, a new boy toy practically gift-wrapped for her, she has a chance to fully utilize all her feminine wiles, coupled with her wrestling skills, to satisfy her cravings. It’ll only serve to boost her star power too. No doubt the audience will love watching her subjugate both your mind and body to her, almost as much as she’ll love doing it. She saunters towards you, making sure to sway her curvaceous body in a way that inevitably draws your attention.
You drink in the sight of Veronica’s undulating figure jiggling it’s way towards you, her soft, plump body straining against her tight, fishnet clothing. When she finally reaches you, you quickly notice there’s a clear height gap between the two of you. She’s at least a head and shoulders taller than you, if not more, which only makes her even more striking to you, especially since the height difference brings her massive breasts directly into your line of sight. As you try not to gawp, Veronica speaks, with an alluring English accent. “Hello there, love. Name’s Veronica. Nice to meet’cha.”
You’re a little surprised by your opponent’s pleasant introduction but still decide to respond in kind. “Uh, hey. I’m Tom. The pleasure’s all mine.”
Veronica gives a knowing smirk at your choice of words. “Oh, we’ll see,” she mutters, her remark making you raise an eyebrow. Veronica elegantly crosses her arms beneath her chest, coyly hefting her huge breasts in front of you. “Well, love, since it looks like we’ve got a minute or two before Touko finishes hyping up our match, would you mind indulging me with some short but pleasant conversation, a quickie, if you will? I like to get to know my opponents a little before a match, make things feel a little more intimate between us.” You try not to gawp as Veronica speaks, but, from the corner of your eye, you could almost swear you saw her squeeze her breasts with her arms during that last comment.
“Uh, sure, that doesn’t sound bad. What did you want to talk about?”
Jezebel smirks wryly. “Have you got a girlfriend?”
You’re a little taken aback by such a random question, feeling like it’s the wrong place and wrong time to ask something like that, but you answer anyway, strangely focused on the charming look Veronica gives you as you do. “Uh yeah, sorta, I guess. We’re actually on a bit of a break at the moment, to be honest. She didn’t like how I gave up my job to pursue wrestling, which was going nowhere for the longest time, so things got complicated between us,” you confess. Wait...Why do you suddenly feel so compelled to divulge your turbulent love life to a complete stranger? Just what is it with this woman?
“Aw too bad. Seems to me like she’s lucky to have you,” Veronica says sympathetically, her sudden flattery catching you further off guard. “So tell me about her.”
“She’s nice, I guess,” you answer cautiously.
She titters, “Is that all?”
“Well just what do you want to know, exactly?”
“Well, if she’s piqued your interest...does she have big tits,” Jezebel asks with an impish smirk, her bold question completely surprising you.
“Uh, what?”
“You heard me: are her tits big?” Veronica steps in and gracefully drapes a hand behind your neck, pulling you towards her slightly and drawing your attention back towards her breasts. “Are they bigger than mine?” You feel her hand gently massaging your neck as she slightly hefts her breasts with the other hand, further emphasizing their astonishing size to you and making you stammer a little.
“Uh...no,” you eventually answer.
“Awww, such a shame,” Jezebel says in a pronounced, pouty tone. “How about her ass? Is it big, fleshy, and juicy...like mine?” She grabs your hand and places it on her butt, pulling you in closer to her as she forces you to feel her hefty buttocks. Again, your flabbergasted by how forward she’s being with you, like she’s actively going out of her way to stimulate you with her every movement. You reflexively squeeze Veronica’s ass a couple of times, letting your fingers sink into her doughy flesh, much to her satisfaction. There’s just so much ass, you think to yourself. Being this close to her, you also can’t help but notice her perfume, an intoxicating cinnamon-cherry scent, slowly invading your nostrils and gripping your mind. Suffice it to say, your girlfriend’s got nothing on this amazonian vixen. You gulp and finally answer, “N-no.”
Veronica gives a mock gasp. “Tommy, you poor thing. No wonder things haven’t been going well with her; she’s got absolutely nothing going for her," she says while still holding onto you. "Sounds to me like you dodged a bullet with her, love. What you need is to get acquainted with a real woman, one that has all the right assets and knows how to please you with them." Jezebel pauses for a few moments, letting you breathe her in as she forces you to feel her up. Finally, she lets go and steps back. "Fortunately, you have the whole match to get acquainted with me," she adds with a wink.
Moments later, the bell rings, and you try to shake Veronica's suggestive words from your mind. This is your debut match, with your very own size at stake, dammit. Now's not the time to let yourself get distracted by your opponent, now matter how unbelievably hot she is...with breasts the size of your head, a succulent ass, and legs that just won't quit...
You catch your thoughts before they wander too far and quickly take a grappling stance, readying yourself for whatever Veronica might have in store for you. Unlike you, though, she doesn't take a fighting stance. Jezebel simply smirks and keeps her hands on her wide hips as you two start to circle each other, though you very nearly stumble over yourself after spending a little too long admiring the way her hips wiggle as she walks. Jezebel titters at your cute fumbling, clear to both of you that her sensual mind games are already having an effect on you.
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