Two Pro-Wrestlers Walk Into A Bar...

Match Type: Bar Room Brawl
Victory Conditions: Win by escaping the bar.

Bacchus often found herself so drunk that she couldn’t tell whether what was happening was real or a dream. This was one of the first times she had sincerely felt that way without being drunk. She was in her bra and panties in a bar that she had all alone to herself and another damn sexy woman...well, not including the referee and lone cameraman. She and this sexy woman were going to fight, drink and probably much more… and she was going to get PAID for it. She had once qualified for the Olympics, but this easily felt far more exciting.

Looking at Vanessa, Bacchus grinned while holding up her gourd. “Filled her up, just like ya asked,” she said, but rather than drink from it, she set it down on the table next to her. “But we’ll save that for later. For now, we got the whole place to ourselves,” she said, gesturing an arm toward the bar area.

“Before we start beatin’ each other senseless, how about we pick somethin’ out over there and take a shot first? What do ya say, Red?” she asked. It would’ve felt like a waste to not at least do that much while they had the chance for free drinks. Granted, they’d probably find the time and means to drink plenty more before this was all over. But Bacchus couldn’t think of a more appropriate way to start this thing off.

AFW management could be a little weird at times. Vanessa had worked under a few wrestling bookers in her time, she was familiar with dozens more, and she could say they were easily some of the strangest matchmakers she’d come across. Sometimes their match types just didn’t make any sense, had no rhyme or reason to them, like they were pulling stipulations out of a hat. Things that plain just didn't work, or were too gimmicky to have lasting appeal, or were just pale imitations of MMA rules. It could be the worst in wrestling.

But, every once in a while, they struck gold. She was sure this was one of those times.




At a bar, late at night, with a hot woman and all the alcoholic beverages she could stomach. It was hard to imagine a more perfect way to spend the evening, even with referee and cameraman putting a damper on the mood. She was used to ignoring that sort of thing, though, and having Bacchus in her underwear made it even easier. She knew the woman was well built, but that outfit just made it all the more obvious, showing off every muscular curve in her legs, every flex and swell when she stepped.

Whoever had the idea to require skimpy wear for this match, they deserved a raise. Vanessa just hoped her own outfit - specially made for the occasion - was having similar effects.

”Eh, sure, why the fuck not.” Vanessa took a break from eyefucking Bacchus, planted her hand on the bar, and vaulted over it in one leap, landing on the other side on her bare feet. She reached under, planted two shot glasses on the table, then reached up and started rifling through the wares. ”Seeing some Bicardi, Jack...oh, Tennet’s Lager, little bit of home.” She reached up and took a bottle of that one down, making sure it would be coming back with her tonight, no matter what. ”Some of the local stuff, too. Little bit of everything. What’s your mood, thunder thighs?”

While Vanessa may not have openly voiced her praise for the matchmakers’ choice of attire for this, Bacchus was still of the exact same opinion. The clothes her rival had worn before had covered most of her, but had been tight enough to still leave little of her figure to the imagination. Actually seeing her figure like this, though, was like seeing a Christmas present unwrapped. The straps connecting Vanessa’s bra and panties along with the tie were nice, creative touches. She had a pretty great pair of legs too, which suddenly gave Bacchus mixed feelings about the pants the redhead wore previously. It was almost a shame to cover such nice legs, but her ass did look great in them. Hell, it looked great now too. Bacchus’s eyes were practically glued to it as she watched Vanessa bound over the bar to check out their drinking options.

Choices. Lots of choices. And not just regarding what to drink. Part of her wanted to leap over there with Vanessa and just start grabbing and drinking whatever she could get her hands on. Knowing it was all free made it a strong temptation. Then, looking Vanessa over again, she wanted to lay this woman down and pour a bunch of drinks all over her and then lick them off, just to give her an excuse to taste that sexy body. But she had no doubt whatsoever they’d be getting plenty of each other before the night was over. That made it a little easier to just enjoy the moment.

“I’ll take a half-and-half with the Bicardi, and some Wild Turkey if they got it,” she said, propping an arm and leaning against the counter, eyes once more roaming over Vanessa’s frame. Bacchus’s tongue licked across her lips. She was so ready for all of this...

The way Bacchus looked at her didn’t go unnoticed, and Vanessa wouldn’t lie - it was an empowering feeling. She wasn’t in bad shape for her age, sure, but in a league like the AFW, where you could find a smoking hot woman literally around every corner, it was easy to feel like you were below the par. What was she compared to women like the hentai champions, like Aphrodite, like the younger sexpots that had men reached into their pants throughout every match.

But the look Bacchus gave her just washed that all away in an instant. Nothing quite like having a sexy woman check you out to make you feel sexy.

”Got it. Wild Turkey, Wild Turkey, where is the-” She ran her fingers along the shelf until she found it and cut herself off with a snap of the finger. ”Found it, there we go.”

She set it down and started mixing things up, taking little time to get everything right. From the corner of her eye, she could see the referee and the cameraman exchanging glances, unsure what to make of all this - the match was technically already in play. But Vanessa wasn’t about to rush this. Taking her time, doing it right, and swaying her hips from side to side as she hummed a deep tone. She knew at least one person would enjoy the show.

When she was all done, she came back to the counter and slid Bacchus’ glass down towards her. She propped her elbows on the tables and raised the glasses, keeping her eyes locked with her opponent. Still playful, but there was spark there, too, and it was getting ready to start burning. ”We toast. We drink. We go at it, hard as fuck.” She tilted the glass towards Bacchus, just enough to not spill.

”You ready?”

By now Bacchus had almost completely forgotten about the presence of the ref and cameraman in the background. She was focused on far more important things, like that fine ass almost hypnotically swaying back and forth in front of her. Vanessa had promised to sit on her face, and right now Bacchus felt certain she wouldn’t mind at all if her rival delivered on that promise tonight.

Bacchus’s eyes lingered on Vanessa’s hips while the woman came back toward her, looking away only to track her drink as it slid over the counter, then brought her gaze up to meet Vanessa’s. It was easy to tell the redhead was as eager for this as she was. Feeling the tension only furthered Bacchus’s anticipation for what was to come.

When Vanessa raised her glass, Bacchus took it and held it up. “Here’s to violence and debauchery. May there be plenty of both tonight.” And with that she reached her glass out to clink it against the redhead’s, then put it to her lips and drank.

Vanessa clinked glasses with Bacchus, letting the sound echo through the room. ”To waking up with a hangover and not giving a single fuck.” She brought the glass to her lip, got it close, sniffed deep. ”Let’s go.”

She knocked it back and let it flow over her tongue, coursing through her throat. She slammed the glass back down, but kept her head back and her eyes closed, savoring the sensation of the concoction working its way through her body. Flowing through the gullet, spilling out into her guts, flowing through her, being absorbed, the buzz already starting to claim her.

She brought her head down with a deep sigh. Sagged her shoulders. Stilled her breathing. At peace. Zen.

And then she lashed out, leaning over the table and throwing a hard right cross right at Bacchus’ face. No hesitation, no remorse - they’d been at it long enough that her opponent couldn’t be too surprised.

Bacchus’s movements were almost a perfect mirror of Vanessa’s, bringing her drink up at the same time, finishing and setting her glass down at the same time. She could already tell it wouldn’t be long before the effects of the shot would start becoming noticeable, and based on Vanessa’s reaction to her own, the same could likely be said of her.

They also moved to strike at the same time, Bacchus moving to throw her first blow when the redhead did. The only problem came in what otherwise would’ve seemed like an insignificant detail. Bacchus had been sitting on a stool. And when the time to throw down had come, she took a split second to bolt up from it and get to her feet. Vanessa, however, had already been standing. The extra half-second it took Bacchus to stand up allowed Vanessa’s punch a head start, and her fist cracked into the Chinese woman’s jaw before her own fist could reach its target!

With a grunt Bacchus was knocked backward, falling over the stool, before it and she both fell to the floor. “Shit…” she muttered. Bacchus wouldn’t stay down for long, reaching out to the nearest table to pick herself up. And that would buy Vanessa the time and space to come back over the bar and try to bring the fight to Bacchus.

Vanessa really, really wished she could say that she planned her position on purpose, that it was all part of her plan to get the jump on Bacchus right from the start. If asked by anyone, that would be her fallback excuse, and most of them would probably see right through her bullshit. It hadn’t been anything so complicated as a plan or a trick. Just a lucky fact of where they were standing.

Wouldn’t stop her from taking advantage of it, though.

Vanessa took a hot second to tug her her gloves on tight, then vaulted back over the bar, nearly dropping right on top of the fallen barstool. She kicked it aside and moved in her fast feet slapping against the hardwood floor as the referee and camera whirled around the fight, both desperate to give them a wide berth. ”Nice try.”

As Bacchus picked herself up, Vanessa decided to help her along with that, ducking low and throwing up a stiff uppercut to her chest, shooting her upright. She pulled back an instant later and fired off the same blow again in rapid succession, this time going for her stomach, wanting to start strong with the pressure.

Bacchus could hear the quick slaps of bare feet against the floor. Vanessa was coming, and quick too. That wasn’t a surprise. Bacchus probably would’ve been quick to capitalize too if she had been in the redhead’s position right now. But knowing that and being able to do anything about it were two separate things entirely. And Bacchus had just started to right herself when Vanessa’s fist did the work for her, hammering into the martial artist’s sternum and pushing her body vertical. And as her lips were opening to gasp in response to that hit, a second one blasted right into her stomach!

“GUH!!!” Bacchus gasped heavily as the intense hit made her double over again, and sent her stumbling back against the table with an arm resting over her belly. Normally she would’ve played a situation like this off with a witty one-liner, but that punch had knocked so much wind out of her she wouldn’t have been able to speak even if she had thought of something to say. This hadn’t started well for her at all, but there was a silver lining. Bacchus was still on her feet, albeit thanks to the support of a table, and she had Vanessa in front of her. She just had to be patient, and she felt confident she’d find an opening to turn the tide in her favor.

”Whew!”

Vanessa let out an exhilarated shriek after those blows connected, feeling the rush running through her. Maybe it was the alcohol flowing through her - in fact, maybe nothing, she was sure that was a big part of it. But she was already starting to get some of that same high from the last time they fought, already getting those wild feelings and the hunger for more, so much more.

She rushed in fast, grabbing Bacchus by the shoulder and pushing her off the table, throwing a quick jab into her side as they moved. With her forearm planted against the woman’s chest, she rammed her into the nearest wall and tried to pin her there for a moment, pressing her thigh between her opponent’s leg to aid with that. And for other reasons.

”What’s wrong?” Vanessa spoke with a low, throaty growl, letting her intoxicated breath flow along Bacchus’ face. ”Not in the mood yet? Big ass slowing you down?”