Trixie Lasek vs. Lexy Kitt: Entertainer's Debut

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Coming off her embarrassing loss to Yuu Abe, Trixie knew what it was like to taste the shame of defeat, even agaisnt a woman she had grown to like. She swore this time would be different and that she would not allow herself to be defeated sexually and instead win like a fucking wrestler should!

"Bloodstains" by Agent Orange began to play through out the arena before a young girl with a snap back hat and a skateboard came rolling down the entrance ramp, clad in all black and tight ring attire, the young japanese American rookie who went by the ring name of Trixie Lasek entered the arena with a barely audible response from the crowd. But she didn't care.

Hitting a ramp that had been placed in front of the ring, Trixie leaped over the top ropes and landed square on both feet before extending her arms out to the now cheering crowd who applauded her athletic display. Trixie then ditched her hat and board before turning to look at her opponent.

"Shit." This bitch was tall and thick. And after taking a moment to check out her opponent from head to toe to see her voluptuous body, lush lips and lovely hair. Trixie blushed a bit as she saw this mature woman's hot body that was she was clearly envious of.

"Damn bitch, You really out to impress me, huh?" Trixie remarked with a smug huff as she raised her head towards Lexy. "What's with the getup? Whatever. Try not to be mad if those big tittes end up takin' some licks." Remarked Trixie as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

At no point did Lexy bother looking at the sporty entrance of her opponent, instead spending all her time continuing to gesture to the portion of the crowd still dedicated to looking at her rather than whoever else would have interrupted their attentions. It was only when the lights again illuminated the ring that Lexy finally turned to give a brief glance to her opponent for the show tonight, whom she found gazing at her in what Lexy immediately determined was awe, and perhaps, a fair bit of jealousy.

As the other – much smaller, much less striking, Lexy mentally noted – woman gazed at her, Lexy’s smile oozed flirtatious intent as she carefully plucked the hat off of her head and flicked it out into the crowd. After running her hands through her long, wavy hair, she followed suit by peeling off her coat, slowly and swaying as she did so and revealed all that had been hidden beneath, from the entirety of her chest to her toned shoulders and back. A few whistles in the crowd told her she had won them, and she blew another kiss as she discarded the coat off to a corner of the ring. Ohhh yes, she would steal this whole show, tonight and every night.

But, there was wrestling to be done, and Lexy caught the “damn” rolling off her opponent’s tongue and turned back to her with a raised eyebrow. Not only “damn,” but “damn bitch,” and apparently every other ounce of crudeness she could fit in the few words she said to Lexy. Though what Trixie – yes, that was her name – said to her was a little more jarring than Lexy would have liked, she peered down at the shorter (and obviously younger) performer with a sultry smile, shrugging lightly. She wanted to be loved here, and making any visible fuss would do no good. ”One of us will be doing the taking, sweetheart. Little hint – it won’t be me.” She took a short step closer to the girl, leaning in with her sweet smile and lowering her voice. ”I’m going to crush you in ways that these rougher women never have.”

"Heh." Trixie huffed as she saw this woman's flirty demeanor, that gorgeous smile as she removed her hat and peeled off her coat. Trixie's eyes would widen a bit as she the taller, mature woman's busty and toned form without anything in the way. Watching her slender form just sway in such a sultry manner while speaking in that velvety voice. Trixie's heart began to pound a little bit.

But the girl stayed strong, puffing out her perky chest as Lexy got closer with laughable trash talk.

"You look more like a hooker than a fighter." Trixie quipped dryly as the bell rang, leaving the skater to carefully circle the taller woman before she rushed in, aiming a hard punch right at Lexy's big tit.

Lexy snorted quietly under her breath, as a replacement for a roll of her eyes - that would be bad form for the cameras. It seemed she was dealing with an uncultured little shit if she mistook the threads of classic cabaret - admittedly with a bit of a shorter skirt and lower neckline than typical - for what a hooker would wear. She also resisted biting back with anything too nasty for the cameras to pick up, instead grinning as if she thought Trixie was cute and propping a hand on her hip as she took a couple of steps away from her opponent. "Except you get to have a good time with me for free, hmm?", she replied, a tad too loudly for the comment to seem natural.

The bell nearly (rudely) interrupted her; Lexy did not drop the hand from her hip, instead leaning forward in an exaggerated stretch of her back before she mirrored Trixie's circle. Leading with her heels, she appeared as unconcerned as she felt. Many women twice Trixie's size had found Lexy too much to handle, not least among them the busty blonde from backstage from the past week. Trixie would be an easy take, Lexy imagined, but she did not want to be overeager. Good entertainment required patience...and timi-

Trixie's fist snapped into the side of the brunette's breast, and the brunette's smile faded as she took a step back and brought a hand up to nurse the stinging from the blow. A half-second of glaring down in disgust at the shorter woman, offended that she would have the gall to swing at her tits like that, was all the patience that Lexy could manage.

Her arms shot out, meant for the sides of the girl's head so Lexy could reel her in close and... start repaying her.

Trixie smirked as she bashed Lexy's tit with a stiff right hand. "So you are a ho, is what you're telling me?" The young girl asked coyly as she moved in with her hands up, only to gain hesitation when Lexy lashed her arms out around Trixie's head!

"N-No!" She cried, trying to keep Lexy away from her as the young skater tried to unleash a hail of blows his opponents abdomen, over and over.

Keeping up appearances was going to be near-impossible with this little nag. That wouldn’t do.

Lexy’s snatching Trixie by the head would have to do the trick of shutting her up, and the big brunette squeezed the sides of the girl’s head with her hands. ”You’ll feel like mine when I’m done with you,”, she warned, voice again low enough so only Trixie could hear her. A face full of the same tits that were getting so much disrespect would have been the girl’s fate had her fists not began jutting sharply into Lexy’s chest. Again the brunette grimaced and nearly let out an unattractive, guttural grunt, but she stopped herself, instead pursing her lips and tightening her stomach long enough for her to lean into her captured opponent and fling her down at the mat.

"Shuddap!" Trixie cried as she struck Lexy over and over to make the woman back off and (unknowingly) keep those big tits out of her face that would have easily deprived her of precious oxygen.

The skater continued to strike at Lexy over and over until she felt a pair of soft but strong hands suddenly grabbing her and flinging the lightweight to the mat, sending her flopping and rolling onto her back as she bounced off the canvas!

"U-UUhh..." She groaned, holding her head as she wobbled up to both feet, a bit dazed.

Lexy barely breathed the words "Little shit" through clinched teeth as she pitched Trixie to the mat. As much as the towering brunette wanted to disregard her much smaller opponent as a squeeze toy, the blows from Trixie's fists still hurt - badly enough that Lexy, for all her attempts to seem perfectly composed, had to focus for a moment at not doubling over from the aching brought on from repeated hits. Her fingers massaged over the bare skin of her stomach beneath her white button-up while Trixie reeled.

She gathered herself in time for Trixie to recover her feet. Ugh, and she wouldn't even stay down. Pushing past the deadening ache in her belly, the ex-stripper strode over to Trixie. Her hands again latched onto the girl's head; she smiled down at her once more. What did she deserve for those strikes? The smother Lexy had planned was still a good option... but then, Trixie might just continue throwing her fists around. No, something much, much more debilitating and flashy was the only option.

Lexy shoved the girl's head, with plans to bend Trixie over and secure her head between her fishnet-clad thighs.

Still dazed in her own little stupor, Trixe had no chance of fending off her much bigger and stronger opponent as her head was gripped once more, seeing that eerie smile that sent a chill down her spine before her head was suddenly stuffed between her raven haired woman's strong legs!


"A-Ahh! F-Fuuuck! LET! GO!!" Trixie cried, her butt sticking in the air as she fought, her ass bucking and sticking in the air as she tried to push at Lexy's knees and legs to free herself!