Lisa Giordanni vs "Mad" Max

The crowd was silent, breathing with anxiety as they watched the totally expent couple as they rested on the ring. It was a long, gruesome and erotic battle of those two young wrestlers. Humiliation Match? That night the AFW saw more like a Mutual Destruction Match...

If things went like that, Tension risked of losing her new female sensation, Lisa Giordanni, and also a really skilled male wrestler, Maxwell, to the hospital beds. So, the staff called a special guest to end that match...

...sounds of high heels pierced on the ramp trough the silent arena, watching in surprise the figure that paraded towards the ring.



It was Ms Garcia, The Teacher, a wrestler AFW just hired for Tension and which hasn't made any appearance, until now. The crowd began to cheer as the curvy French woman entered the ring, holding a mic and smiling as she stared at that scene: a 6' tall naked brunette lying on the floor, drooling in spunk and a fine, cute silver-haired young boy also naked, clutching one of the largest boners she ever met.

"Hey there, kid. Why don't you save that nice thing for someone who is able to handle it, instead of trying to bite it off?" Gabrielle said, laughing. Then she turns to Lisa, which slowly opened her eyes and saw the woman standing right over her.

"And you... my dear, you had a really rough night as well. It just surprises that such a big girl could be dominated like that... I should teach you a thing or two about catfighting!"

Then, as she said that, the bell rang. Ms Garcia looked to the crowd and yelled:

"END OF THE MATCH! IT'S A DRAW!"

In the corner was Maxwell Edison, holding onto his member as if it was going to disengage and fall off from the pain. He went from dominating the brunette Italian as if he were the man of the ring to treating his member like he was a little boy, afraid that if he didn't hold onto it, it would run away. He was fighting tears, but some managed to escape. It was tough to see if Lisa had hurt his hammer or his pride more with that devastating vice-grip of a bite.

He wanted ice. That would make it- His thoughts were interrupted as the murmuring crowd had erupted into cheers. It was enough to grab his attention, quickly looking about the ring. Though, there was nothing but the Italian Amazon laying on the mat. His thoughts went to the ramp, where there was this curvy vixen of an authority getting ever closer to the ring. Before he knew it, she had a mic in her hands and had made a comment that would have made Max blush if he wasn't fighting off the slowly-dying pain.

Then, she said something that seemed to make Max forget everything: that he had just been through a grueling brawl; that he had just been forced to orgasm by the sheer surprise of a bite that seemed to want to bite off his penis. A draw? Maxwell had never drawn with anybody! The silver-haired boy grabbed the middle rope to help him to his feet. His boner was becoming more flaccid, but that may have also have been from the blood rushing to his growing-irate face. Quickly using the ropes to help launch him, Maxwell pounced at the teacher to try and take her down by latching onto her. "NO!!!! I DON"T DRAW WITH ANYBODY!! WHO ARE YOU TO DECIDE THAT!?" shouted the Mad One. He wasn't sure what his attempt would even bring, mostly only running on a second bout of adrenaline.

Ms Garcia widened her eyes a bit with Max's reaction. While Lisa seemed pretty reliefed with the ending of their fight, the same couldn't be said about the boy, which was clearly livid. But, to attack her openly like that? He probably tought she was some member of the staff or something, not knowing that she was a new wrestler, ready to tear down bold and reckless kids like him.

"I'm Ms Garcia! And you'll behave in my presence!" the woman said as the naked kid jumped on her. She moved her arms in order to drape then around the boy's neck, who should be weary by now. As both felt on the ground she would lock Max in a headlock, squeezing the oxygen out of it.

"I demand respect, silly kid..."

While that happens, Lisa slowly moves herself in order to crawl on her fours, dripping on sweat and feeling weird. Getting a draw wasn't the only thing she earned that night, it was actually her baptism of fire in the world of the rought mixed wrestling of Tension. She was ashamed, embarassed but could only think about getting away from that crazy stuff as soon as possible.

Maxwell had certainly thought that his attacking some suit would be a simple task, but he was mistaken on two fronts. His first mistake was assuming that she was a suit, not a wrestler. His second mistake was assuming that she'd be an easy victim despite his body basically ready to just roll up the ramp.

Nope, though he was able to manage to get her to the mat, she immediately locked in a headlock to cut off his oxygen and apply pressure to his neck. Ms. Garcia? respect? What was she? His mom? A teacher? Whatever she was, she had him pretty much in her clutches. His body barely struggled as he could feel himself just giving into the reality: she was going to be able to knock him out with this with relative ease.

Ms Garcia was having her first impressions of AFW... and she just loved it! A naked and eager young boy just throwing himself at her seemed like a christmas gift. She just wished that Lisa didn't unwrap it yet: she loved to savour the feeling of tearing down an opponent to the nudity.

As the woman tightened the headlock, she felt Max struggling, smelling the surprise and desperation on his sweat as she showed him that she had her moves. It would be really easy for Ms Garcia to get him helpless and seize him as a victim after she knocks him out cold. But, what would be the fun of that?

Smiling, The Teacher decided to hold her horses for now. Max was way too spent, and she was way too old to play with dolls. Instead, she would just whisper soothly but firmly into his ear:

"Just be glad that this little tussle of ours won't get into the scores. I'll glad accept a 'rematch' with you, baby. Anyplace, anytime..." and helf the hold just to get the boy to the verge of unconsciousness, to suddenly break the headlock and get up, fixing her hair and clothes and leave the naked Max alone on the ring.

Maxwell might as well have decided to jump into a shark tank at this point. His anger always got him acting without thinking. This time it landed him with very little oxygen and on the verge of being knocked out. His struggling was slowly dying with every passing second. It was fortunate for him that Ms. Garcia didn't decide to take him as a present.

He was barely conscious when Ms. Garcia whispered into his ear that she would gladly accept a "rematch" any place and any time. As soon as he felt the headlock released, Max gasped for air. He would just lay in the ring, naked, sore, and embarrassed as the teacher adjusted herself to leave the ring. All that kept repeating in Max's mind were: Ms. Garcia, rematch, anyplace, anytime, revenge.

Match Draw