Tony vs Phe

1 Fall Hentai Match

Tony starts to get changed into his ring attire in the dressings rooms. Dawning a pair of Black Silk boxers with a pair of Black Basketball Shorts on top, and a wifebeater tank top. He works his way to the curtain... just as he hears his theme music begin to blare over the speakers. He begins to make his way down to the ring... running the full distance to the ring to get the blood flowing... he jumps up on the ring apron... grabbing the top rope and catapulting himself over and into the ring. He works his way into the corner and begins to stretch out his arms.

Thigh-high, black rhimestoned boots with matching, generic, one piece tights weren't fit for the occasion, but for tonight, it'll have to do. The crowd fell silent after Tony's entrance. Phe'a is almost on cue.

"Aaaand in this corner...former Tension Champion Contender and two-time whipped cream match winner...Phe'a Leonards!"

Even while making her way to the ring, she never gives the crowd much. Just a piercing glare that shot over rows of seats on her right, and to her left, a curl of her lips. None of the people were worthy of more than that. Sauntering down the ramp is more than a gift to the audience already. Not that she wasn't feeling generous, neither.

When Phe'a bends over and slithers into the ring, however, she gives Tony her first drop of attention; a faint smirk--something her past oppoenents had seen many times before. Her fingers cradle the mic's shaft, and her words flow...

"Tony, Tony, Tony...so, you're the new meat around here, are you?"

Tony moves over to the middle of the ring... grabbing the mic out of her hands...
"Trying to be funny i see, better be careful or ill stick some meat where the sun don't shine". Tony says in retaliation. "whenever you feel like your ready to start this let me know... I'll be taking a nap in the corner while you snooze these fans to sleep".

Tony toss the mic back at Phe and makes his way back to his corner... where he leans against the top turn buckle and waits for Phe to stop running her mouth.

Phe'a looks on with twisted features.

"Where...the sun..doesn't what? What does that mean? This guy must be a Canadian"

Figuring out what Tony meant took some thought, but then the longer she spent on thinking on it, the sooner she came to the conclusion that it was best NOT to think about it. Strange as it sounds.

"Take your top off! Yeah!"

"Chiudi la bocca! O Mio Dio!"

Phe'a shot back at the rude, freckled freak in the audience. Some people in the crowd just don't know when to keep thier comments to themselves. Didn't they know that her topless shows are done only on her fansite?

"Aaanyway, Anthony...I'll have you know that I can take as long as I please. Got it? Besides...nobody cares for your shriveled-up pecker anyway!"

Phe finishes, proud of herself. Usually, her 120lbs of her curved cinnamon body would put a scare into men. She would never have thought her own body would scare little Anthony ALL the way into the other corner of the ring, though. Guess this guy, Anthony, walks the "curved path".

"What's wrong, Anthony? Scared of me?"

Tony strolls toward the middle of the ring... Looking Phe up and down... his cock beginning to stur as he looks her over.

"you're talking a lot of shit.... lets hope you can back it up, and what do i have to be scared of " Tony smirks as he finally makes it to the middle of the ring.... taking a look around the arena... loving the feeling of being watched by so many.

He motions over with his finger for Phe to get this started. Just as he finishes taunting Phe he figures he would have a little fun... turning around and shaking his ass at Phe.... the crowd begins to laugh... and with the crowd behind him... Tony works off his basketball shorts.... twirls them over his head and launches them into a group of women in the crowd.

Now standing in the middle of the ring in a pair of black silk boxers and a white tank top Tony waits for Phe to get ready.

It was a task for Phe'a to stifle her laughter as well. Did Anthony know exactly who everyone was laughing at? She watched his basketball trunks soar over the ring and land into the hands of a few trannies behind the barricades. Ugh...nasty. " title="Mad" />
Well, atleast he had some confidence...plus, he doesn't look that bad, if not all that intelligent. Her mic is still in hand, Phe'a still had a few more words.

What? No generous donations for me? Where are my trunks?

She asks, slyly.

"You can go fight the Trannys in the third row for em... We ever gonna get down to business.... or you just gonna talk me into submission".

Tony wonders if Phe has some tactic in play as she seems to be stalling out the start of this match.... "what the hell are you up to".