Racy Tracy vs. Lady Lakota-Skinny Jeans match

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Rachel Tracer cracked her knuckles. Her first match! The redhead bounced on her instep, her bare feet cold on the metal walkway. The opening riff of "Let's Start a Riot" poured out of the speakers, and she walked out confidently to the cheering crowd. She waved as the spotlight shown on her, reflecting of her skin. Rachel smiled boldly as she stood there in nothing but a purple bikini and skinny jeans. As she bent under the ropes she could feel the eyes on her well rounded bottom, the denim hiding nothing from the imagination. She smirked as she recalled the 15 minutes it took to get on-well worth it for the match.

Rachel had been told that she would be in a new type of fight, a skinny jeans match. Each wrestler had to wear skinny jeans, and the object was to completely remove the opponent's jeans from them. Beyond that, clothing was up to the wrestler (or even optional), and what the fighters did to each other's clothing was up to them. The winner would have the loser all to herself until noon the next day. Racy Tracy licked her lips. She liked that just as much as the jeans. She leaned on the turnbuckle awaiting her opponent.

Janet gave herself one last glance-over in the mirror, making sure that everything looked perfect for her very first match in AFW. She made a slight adjustment to her headdress, and made sure her black-with-green-trim bikini was secure. The skinny jeans, though an absolute pain to get into, would no doubt be a boon for Janet once the audience laid eyes on her, as the tight denim pants clung closely to every dimple and contour of her lower body, highlighting her long legs and shapely posterior for all to see. Not a bad way to make a good first impression, she thought, with a wry smile.

The sort of match that she would be taking part in tonight was one that Janet had never heard of before—it was, she was told, the very first time this sort of match would be contested. In this skinny jeans match, whichever girl could manage to separate her opponent and her skinny jeans would not only be declared the winner, but would also take the loser as a prisoner until noon the next day. It was high risk, high reward, but Janet was confident in herself, and ran out onto the entrance ramp pumping her fist powerfully in the air to the sounds of a traditional war chant which she had adopted as her theme.

As she made her way down to the ring, she saw her opponent waiting in one corner, leaning against the turnbuckle. The girl seemed just about Janetâ€s size, and, it had to be admitted, looked drop-dead gorgeous in her own pair of skinny jeans, possessed of a pair of legs which seemed practically perfect in every way. Her breasts looked nice and perky in her purple bikini, and Janet couldnâ€t help but glance down at her own, trying to compare the two chests. Mine could be bigger…or maybe hers are. I canâ€t quite tell.

As she slid into the ring, Janet wiggled her rear end, earning her a few appreciative wolf whistles from the fans behind her. Once she was standing inside the ring, she removed her headdress and cape, and lit the peace pipe she had carried in with her, inhaling deeply of it before offering it to her opponent. "My name is Lady Lakota," she said, smiling at the other girl. "Or Janet, if you'd prefer. No matter who wins and who loses, I hope the winner will be humble in her victory, and the loser gracious in defeat. Care to smoke with me to an excellent match?"

Rachel smiled at her opponent. "Name's Rachel Tracer. Or Tracy if you want." She nodded and took the pipe, breathing in the sweet scent. A friend of hers had been Indian, and his family had done this every evening. She felt a bit reminded of home while doing it. As she gave the pipe back, she grinned. "To an excellent match...by the way, nice bottom." she pointed as the ref had them shake hands.

Janet took the pipe back and handed it to the ref. When Tracy complimented her posterior as they were shaking hands, Janet couldnâ€t help but blush. “Oh, youâ€re just trying to butter me up so Iâ€ll take it easy on you,” she said, covering her mouth with one hand like a giddy schoolgirl. “Thank you, though. I appreciate it. And might I say your butt is very nice, as well!”

As she returned to her corner and leaned back against the turnbuckle, looking over at her opponent, she couldnâ€t help but make one more observation. “Gosh, if I didnâ€t know any better, Iâ€d think your jeans were painted on. You look really, really sexy in them, Tracy.” She paused, biting her lip coyly. “I bet youâ€d look even sexier without them, though. I guess Iâ€ll get to find out once I strip them off of you and win this match.”

Rachel coyly stuck out her tongue from the other side of the mat. "Thanks. You do too. Although I gotta say, the only way you'll see is if I take them off while your my prisoner" she giggled, squaring off and waiting for the bell.

Janet giggled, really getting into the exchange of playful, flirty trash talk. “Oh, youâ€re in for a rude awakening, sweetie, if you think Lady Lakota will lose to a little white girl like you!” She paused, covering her mouth as she couldnâ€t help but laugh out loud at how silly she sounded. The fact that she was only one-quarter Native American made it all the funnier. “In all seriousness, though, letâ€s have a great match. Whichever way it goes, I donâ€t think either of us will be very disappointed.” She licked her lips at the thought.

When the bell rang, Janet would come out of her corner slowly, waiting to see if Tracy would make a move before committing to anything herself.

Rachel grinned-she liked this girl. She watched as the Indian girl came out slowly. She did the same, squaring off as the girls waited for one to make the first move. She swatted her tush. "You want this? Come get it" she giggled. The taunt drew cheers and whistles from the crowd-of course, the jumbotron cameras zooming on her bottom helped.

Janet caught herself drooling a little as she watched her opponent swat her firm, round bottom. She blushed profusely as Tracy taunted her with that perfect posterior. Still, Janet was not about to make any sort of rash move which the other girl might be able to take advantage of. She wanted Tracy to come to her.

“I do want it…” she said, chewing on a fingernail, “But youâ€re not about to trick me into charging you, Miss Racy Tracy. Sure, I want that fine, fine ass of yours, but I think that you want this fine, fine ass of mine even more.” She presented her own denim-clad butt to Tracy, lightly rubbing it with one hand.

Rachel licked her lips again-that ass was indeed fine. She could almost hear the denim scream as it tried to confine the sexyness within. The redhead took a step closer, placing both hands on her rump. "Let's rumble, cutie" she whispered.

Janet found herself licking her own lips as Tracy took a step closer. She wanted to grab the girl and kiss her, but resisted the urge, knowing that she had a match to win first. “Letâ€s do it, sweetie,” she agreed, one arm encircling her opponentâ€s body, reaching down to grope the girlâ€s incredible ass. The other hand shot down to the front of the girlâ€s jeans, trying to undo the button that held them shut. “How was I so lucky, getting you as my first opponent?” she wondered aloud.