Pain and Promotion: Mud Wrestling Melee (Patreon)

Getting in this voted story at the last second here! Had the play by play written out for a while, just needed to land the last few pages. 

I've got a bunch of ladies to use in the league as random names written down, but most of them I came up with on the post. Necro I'd had lined up as Becky's last match but this felt more fun to do so skipped over it with "Some time has passed" shit. Last minute touch up to add Peggy in as the guest ref, because she's way more popular than I'd predicted. 

Just the usual challenges of what to do with each character's direction and managing a fight with 6 characters at once.

The two rookies of EVL wrestling were both doing well lately. It had taken Sammie Saturn a while to find her pace, but she had come a long way for the joke of a jobber she’d started out as. She was far from undefeated and she wasn’t ending up the champion anytime soon, but she was popular and capable of holding her own against the countless heels, freaks and bullies of the league. Becky Blaque was faring a little better herself, which was to be expected since she had pounded Sammie into the mats for their debut tryout. She was still getting beat down whenever she went up against the big names and veterans, but she had quite the winning streak for her amateur ranking.

It must have been why Peggy was so hyped to hear the news. The rookies sat around the league’s cafeteria, discussing their schedules as they often did. Peggy was, somewhat unwittingly, a big part of what had hardened and smartened up Sammie to expect and counter the brutality of her opponents in the league, considering she was more interested in pranks and being a popular influencer of a wrestler. She was more concerned if she made the clips of the week than held any title.

“OMG! You two got invited to the Mud Wrestling Melee?!” Peggy gushed.

She grabbed Sammie’s hand and forced her to show her the phone like she expected it to be a very elaborate typo. She leaned back over towards Becky, who frowned and held her phone up rather than putting up with the prankster’s goofy goggling.

“Yea. So? Why is that a big deal?” Sammie asked uncertainly.

“Not like it’s for a title or anything. It’s a dumb horny match for the dumb horny loser fans,” Becky sniffed dismissively.

“Aw, don’t call them that,” Sammie urged sympathetically.

“Oh actually,” Peggy corrected her. “Some of them kind of like that so it’s pretty okay. But that’s beside the point. The Melee is this big event where the manager handpicks the contestants. A lot of the girls used it as bragging rights when they got picked because it showed the boss had her eye on them. SUCH a big deal. I’m super jelly of you two.”

“We get to run around in a mud pit with a bunch of other weirdos. I still wouldn’t go pissing your tights over this one,” Becky scoffed.

“So let’s go over what we know about the other fighters,” Sam proposed.

Becky normally let her go on at that point. She did way more research and prep work than the heel did, but she had a rare edge in this case.

“Oh I know about Necro,” she said confidently.

The blonde heel eyed her phone, scanning over one of her recent opponents. “Necro” Felia Katsumaki was psycho-looking wrestler, her sneering face constantly painted in a grim half-skull of makeup, complete with the hints of flaying or peeling flesh at its edges. She had long black hair and tended towards anything with silver and black on it. She had taken on Becky in a recent match where the loser was the first to get dragged and sealed in a coffin and Becky had (quite gratefully) come out on top.

“Pussy bitch who couldn’t beat me at her own game. Probably gonna be gunning for me right out the gate.”

“I don’t know much about the rest… except for Miranda Rose. But everybody knows about her. Right?”

Becky frowned in thought. Sammie bit back a sigh on her rival’s ignorance and stubborn refusal to do any research.

“She was an MMA star that got caught in a drunken bender of a night that cost her contract. She went into a uh…”

“Pathetic pity spiral?” Peggy offered.

“...tough stretch until she was picked up by the EVL.”

She reddish-blonde-haired woman was pictured with her fists up, looking dazed and unsteady as if she was even drunk during the photo. Her hair was tied back in a few tight braids, dressed in her tight MMA gear over a fairly lean and muscular body apart from a bit of a gut growing in over her abs.

Patty dismissed her and went on.

“Ariella Verelli and Barbie Sacramento are probably something to watch out for too… Barb’s an absolute Cali bimbo but she’ll do anything to get ahead. And Ariella’s a natural born dom. Got a set of legs from hell and says… hang on. She tweeted, quote, ‘Every wrestler who’s set foot in this building will worship my feet.’ Give or take some typos.”

Sammie looked over the last two. A bleach blonde girl with big fake tits and a bright pink leather outfit, and a woman with short, black hair and a cold, confident look that reminded her of the manager herself. Barbara was sort of a curvy in shape like a Barbie bimbo that hit the gym just to make her butt look good, but Ariella had some very clear muscle to her midsection and especially her thighs. A lot of the images Sammie found were definitely angled to look beneath her if not under one of her leather boots or bare feet.

“You girls are so lucky to get invites. Especially this early in your time here. Your total glowups really paid… ooh!”

Peggy perked up as a musical little alert played from her phone.

“And I get to ref!” she announced excitedly a moment later.

“So you can watch our backs, right?” Becky pressed a bit suspiciously.

“Where’s the fun in that? I at least wanna make the bloopers and botches reel, if not the Nip Slip of the week!”

Sammie sighed, but she wasn’t surprised. The management wouldn’t pick Peggy if they wanted her to be fair.

“Well at least we can watch each other’s backs,” Sammie offered Becky.

“You mean I can save you for last,” Becky corrected.

Sammie just nodded, deciding it was the best she was going to get out of her.

—-

The night came with each of the women approaching the center of the arena. Sammie could see what they meant by it being a special occasion; the ring was moved and replaced by a huge pool of mud. The ladies were all required to wear nothing but their bikinis (or some other inappropriately revealing swimsuit), which Sammie found embarrassing but assuring that the more dastardly ladies could only hide so much in that little clothing.

Sammie and Becky arrived in their usual colors of sunflower yellow and obsidian black bikinis. Felia still had her twistedly detailed half-skull facepaint but she was in a silver-lined black bikini. The elegantly stern Ariella wore a glittery red sling bikini that caught the light and her curves at every angle while Miranda stumbled into the mud in a British Union Jack pattern two piece. Barbara Sacremento was in a pink lace-edged thong bikini, the huge breasts making even the frilly top look too small for her as she jiggled and beamed at the crowd.

Peggy arrived last in a referee-striped tube top and short shorts, taking her time entering and shaking her goods as if she was one of the competitors herself. She finally waded into the ankle-deep mud and smiled around the rung like a pleased mother hen.

“Ok, girls! I’m in charge, so make it look good for the Gram! You’re out if you’re pinned or give up, but otherwise do what you want. Just watch your fingies on the edges there!”

There was a loud and distant grinding of machinery from overhead. The competitors looked up and saw that she had cued the team to lower their steel cage around the mud pit.

“That’s right! One way or another, this’ gonna be our most hardcore Mud Melee yet!” Peggy chimed.

“Of course they’d pull this kind of shit,” Becky grumbled next to Sammie.

“No escaping this time, dead girl,” Felia snarled at her other side.

Becky flipped her off while barely looking at her.

“Yea, well you escaped that coffin eventually, so I’m not worried.”

Peggy finally signaled for the bell and the six women broke into the titular melee. Felia naturally stormed towards Becky, but it was obvious enough that Miranda went spearing into her back. The grim Asian was slammed down into the thick mud as the sloppy, fallen MMA star showed she still had those deadly instincts. She started pelting Felia with hard, wild blows aimed around her head and chest as the brunette threw up her hands in a frantic shield.

Becky took a moment to laugh at her expense before turning towards Ariella. The stern woman approached her with her long graceful steps like a stalking cat. Becky put her arms up to grapple but swiftly changed gears, kicking mud up hard enough to splash at her face. Ariella recoiled from the messy faceful as Becky charged in, blindsiding her with a big clothesline that dropped her into the muck.

“My eyes are up here, slut!” she laughed down at her.

Ariella wiped at her face but her legs suddenly spiraled, catching in between Becky’’s ankles. She swept her legs out, bringing the sneering blonde down into the mess with her before immediately climbing onto her back. She grabbed and pulled Becky’s head back by the hair.

“You’re learn your place is in the mud with the rest of the worms,” the stained brunette snarled.

Before Becky could quip back, Ariella slammed her face back down with a smothering splash.

Sammie considered going to help when Barbara called after her.

“Where you think you’re going, new bitch? Your skinny ass is mine!” the vicious valley girl threatened.

It was tough to take her appearance and accent seriously, but Sammie wasn’t about to underestimate anyone who caught EVL’s eye. They squared up and Barb went for a predictably wide bitch slap. Sammie blocked it at the forearm and leaned in past her guard, elbowing the bleached blonde in the face. Barbara’s expression grew more vacant than usual as she reeled back. She grabbed at Sammie’s hair but it was all the catty kinds of moves she’d come to expect. Sammie swayed out of the way and whirled past her to nail her in the back of the head with a spinning heel kick. Barb squealed as she stumbled towards the cage and caught herself just before getting a faceful of steel. She turned back to face Sammie, even if she was busy rubbing her head and fixing her hair.

Sammie finally gave in to her fans as the shouts of the nearby crowd to “work her tits” caught up to her. She treated them to her holding up a showy hand as Barb’s eyes went wide with panic just before Sammie backhand chopped her across the chest.

Sammie instantly regretted it. Her eyes went even wider as she clutched her hand, which suddenly stung like she’d hit one of the cage bars. Barb dropped her shocked expression and grinned at Sammie, tugging at the neckline of her swimsuit. It bared a metal plate tucked inside her bathing suit to protect the covered parts of her tits.

“Never felt implants before, new girl?” Barbara goaded innocently before kicking the stunned brunette in the crotch with her muddy foot. Sammie’s jaw dropped even more, falling to her knees and cupping her twat as drool spilled past her lips.

Barb caught Sammie by the hair, slamming a few knees into her face to keep her knocked silly. She threw the dazed brunette face down in the mud before stomping on her back, It splatted her down deeper, caking her whole front with a layer of muck.

“Classic Sammie,” Patty laughed, slipping out her trusty cellphone to get a picture of the face-down face.

Becky was in a similarly sticky spot as Ariella stomped and kicked at her downed body. She grimaced and took the hits until she found enough of an opening to lunge in with a rising shoulder tackle. It took the leggy wrestler off balance and bashed her up against the cage bars. She palmed the grimacing Ariella’s face and dragged her across the bars, crashing her head and face against as many poles as possible before chucking her away. The leggy dom leaned against the cage holding her head as Becky backed off, just to see Miranda Rose finish with Necro and come at her. The rookie heel sized up the MMA bruiser for a second, time it out and rushed forward again, crashing into both her and Ariel to tear them down with a double clothesline. The audience was readily at her back as she floored two heavy hitters at once and went gunning for more.

Barbie had gotten onto Sammie’s back, pulling up on a thick handful of her hair. Sammie wailed and grimaced, grabbing at her fingers to try and minimize the pain as she was bent up and backward. When the California girl’s hand reached around and squeezed her pretty face with her sharply manicured nails, she broke into an all out scream as she kicked around in the mud.

“Time for your makeover,” the bimbo giggled mockingly as she gouged and sculpted Sammie’s cheeks.

She was too caught up bullying her victim to notice that Becky was moving to clear the whole battlefield on her hot streak. She ran into a diving knee to Barb’s back, shocking her into dropping Sammie. She grabbed the stunned blonde by the back of her thong and yanked it up, bullying the bully right back with a wedgie. Barb shrieked at the top of her lungs as she was lifted off Sammie’s back and the mud entirely.

Sammie crawled out from under her attacker, appreciating the save enough to not mention it to her hotheaded helper. She just got into a position where she could plant her hands in the mud and gracefully flip herself back up, slamming both her bare feet into Barb’s underboob. It stung her tits while sending them flopping up into her face as Sammie tumbled back upright.

She recovered as she saw Ariella and Miranda get back to their feet. Their unsteady gazes fixated on the rookie and rushed at her. Sammie just squeaked and ran the opposite direction in the face of the two clearly more experienced and violent wrestlers. They knew she couldn’t get far since they were in a cage, but Sammie’s keen ring awareness meant she did too. She reached the bars but just kept running, hopping up and planting a bare foot on the lower bar. She nimbly ran up a few of them like tiny stairs before she went into a backflip, shocking both her pursuers as she dropped her muddy body onto theirs in a body splash.

The ladies with a startled grunt. Ariella had been a bit further from the center of Sammie’s mass, so she rolled away rubbing her stinging chest. Sammie let her go, trying to focus on taking out one at a time while watching her back. She lifted up Rose’s legs and folded her up into a matchbook pin where Peggy gladly slid over for her first countdown.

She barely got to two before Miranda kicked out, knocking Sammie away from her. She landed on her ass as the British brawler rose up, a little unsteady but that was nothing new for her. She grimaced bitterly at Sammie as she took on the familiar kickboxing stance that had gotten her to mediocre levels of fame in her MMA days and showed she meant business in the wrestling ring.

It was why people were so surprised when Sammie dodged around a swift jab from the pugilist. The audience gave an impressed “Oh!” as even Miranda looked puzzled. She swung again but Sammie bobbed around it and whipped a swift kick into her side. The fallen MMA starlet grunted and took another swing but Sammie ducked under that too. Her fangirl nature and looking into her opponent’s tricks had paid off once again; she knew enough that  Rose eternally led with her right jab. It was upsettingly easy to predict when she always saw that coming.

“Bitch! Hold still!” the frustrated and slowing Rose growled.

“No way! I’ve seen what you can do when you actually hit someone!” Sammie defended.

It clearly annoyed the brawler into taking another heavy swing. Sammie just backpedaled a few steps and hopped up to drive a knee into Miranda’s chin. It finally hit the martial artist clean enough to knock her silly and leave her crumbling into the mud.

Becky was still happily tormenting Barb in her crotch-flossing wedgie. The curvy bimbo’s weight proved too much for the skimpy swimsuit, making it snap as she landed with the mud splashing all over her styled hair and makeup. Becky just enjoyed it more as the devastated blonde moaned over her ruined look.

“Oh come on. I thought rich skanks like you pay out the ass for mud baths!” the heel jeered.

She hauled up Barb by a handful of hair, catching a glimpse down the front of her stuffed bikini top. While most might have enjoyed the view and gotten distracted, she just noticed the metal plate that Sam had stumbled over earlier.

“Ohhh… sneaky little shit. Don’t mind if I do!”

Becky grabbed a big handful of one of Barbara’s tits, yanking up her top. The audience appreciated her cruelty once again as her tits and the plate fell out of the bikini. The blonde winced in embarrassment as well as being found out. Becky grabbed it from the mud while she held Barbie on her knees. She palmed the metal plate and slammed it right into her face, knocking the cheating blonde out with her own piece of armor. Barbara’s eyes rolled as she flopped sharply onto her back, and it was easy enough for Becky to sit on her big pillowy tits. They squashed against her chest as the loud clang cued Peggy to look her way. She gleefully ran over and finally got in a full “1! 2! 3!”

The first of the ladies were down! Peggy started to drag the dazed but technically conscious bimbo out of the cage while keeping an eye on the chaos. Sammie started to climb onto Miranda for a pin of her own but she jolted back up as she saw Ariella charging at her. She tried another running start to get some distance, but the mud around her feet wasn’t helping. The leggy heel swept a foot around Sammie’s legs, tripping her off her feet. The perky face let out a startled yelp, expecting to take another spill into the mud. Ariella caught a hand at her chest and pushed her back, bending her over in a graceful setup to a sudden backbreaker. Sammie let out another shrill, pained scream that many of her fans had gotten quite familiar with. Her back arched over the harshly waiting knee, Ariella shoving down at her chin and putting more pressure on her poor spine.

“I’ve had enough of your pathetic insolence,” she scolded through gritted teeth.

She finally shoved Sammie off her and into the mud. She snapped a few low kicks into her side, making sure she was down before sitting on her back. She slid off her bikini top and pulled it up like piano wire, cutting off the rookie’s breathing. Her face went red and not just from having her perky tits exposed, pulling at her top to let herself get some desperate gasps in. Becky came rushing in to interfere again but Ariella stood up, lifting Sammie with her. She shoved the breathless Sammie into her on-again off-again rival, letting them crumble in a heap. With a condescending smirk, she sat authoritatively on the half-out Miranda Rose. Peggy returned just in time to count it as Ariella crossed her legs daintily in the commanding pinfall.

The flirty ref struck a pose pointing at her like a queen on her throne before she started dragging Rose towards the cage exit, striking a few poses or her own along the way. Sammie and Becky shoved each other apart, clearly trading uncertain glances before they both turned on Ariel. Even without their general agreement and vague friendship outside the ring, the odds didn’t feel great for them taking down Ariella one on one let alone while they were fighting each other.

They went stomping and splashing after Ariella, Becky leading the attack with a spear tackle. The older heel sidestepped around her with a graceful dodge, but she couldn’t avoid them both. Sammie landed a backhand chop across her chest, bouncing her breasts out of her sling bikini. She grimaced but grabbed the wrist, twisting it around in a painful angle. Sammie cried out as she put the pressure on her shoulder just for Becky to tackle her around the legs. Ariella went to one knee and the girls followed up with kicks and punches that started pummeling her between them. They started to drive the staggering veteran back into the corner of the cage but Ariella suddenly grabbed them by the hair and banged their heads together. She shoved them back while they were dazed, but Becky and Sammy stayed on their feet.

At least until Felia suddenly barged in and clotheslined Becky right down into the muck.

“Holy crap! Looks like Necro’s back from the dead!” Peggy shouted in delight at the twist.

The gothic heel was still sore from the beating she took from Rose, but she had laid low long enough to get back on her feet and plenty pissed. She grabbed Becky by the hair and pounded her face with a few heavy punches before yanking her head under her arm.

“Revenge is best served cold… and I’m plenty cold, cunt!” Felia snarled.

She yanked down Becky’s bikini bottoms and jammed her fingers up her pussy while she was bent over. Becky gasped from the sudden intrusion, just to be lifted upside down and piledrove into the mud. Even the thick layer of muck didn’t help with the padding much as it splashed away from her crashing head and shoulders. Sammie went to try and bail her out but Ariella was back on her warpath. She grabbed the rookie by her arms, locking them behind her back.

“Just shut up and job already, you dolled up loser!” Ariella growled into her ear.

She lifted up Sammie and spiked her back down, crashing her face and tits first against the mud in an implant buster. Her head bucked from the rough landing, gawking as her bare tits were smashed and smeared with mud. She had barely finished bouncing off the muddy mat before she was kicked over onto her back. She gagged again as Ariella pressed her strong leg and foot down on her neck.

“I’m tired of you little amateurs always running around underfoot,” Ariella scoffed, sneering down at the choking Sammie.

The newcomer's eyelids fluttered, but before she could get too lightheaded she launched her counterattack. She leaned her weight into her shoulders and swung her legs up, wrapping them around Ariella’s leg. She pulled it out from under her while yanking down on her arm, pulling her down and catching the limb between her legs. She suddenly and swiftly reversed the pin as she pulled up on Ariella’s arm, her arms and legs working together to trap and bend it in an armbar.

“Oh damn! Look at her go!” Peggy hammed it up as she darted over.

“Ella! Spill the tea! You givin’ up?”

“What!? No! ARGHH!”

Ariella bucked and struggled, but she hadn’t gone without her own exhaustion and damage in the match. Sammie knew her holds, and Ariella tried to wriggle free she quickly corrected her position and hold. She knelt on Ariella’s shoulder, pulling the arm up and back. She meant it to put more pressure on, but it had the unplanned result of sticking her soft, perky ass into Ariella’s face in the process. Working and trapping her arm had her powerful legs kicking and splashing around the mud but overall powerless to stop her. Ariella’s frustrated shouts and shrieks were muffled out by her ass, smothering her down to the muddy mats. Ariella’s face grimaced in pain and distaste for all of this before her flailing free hand was smacking the mud, tapping out at last.

During the considerable upset, Felia dragged Becky back up by her red locks. She went to hurl Blaque into the cage face first but she managed to jerk out of it, short a few hairs. She leapt onto Felia’s back, trying to choke out the facepainted Asian wrestler. It didn’t last as Felia just grabbed her arms, trapping her there as she threw herself backward and crushed Becky against the bars. The redhead shouted in pain and tried to let go, but Felia kept her in place as she ground herself against her. It dragged Becky back and forth, grating her back against the rough bars in turn.

She seemed stuck in the painful position when Sammie came rushing in, dropkicking the distracted Felia in the chest. She grunted and flopped back, squashing Becky into the cage along with herself, but she at least released the redhead. As Necro stumbled forward, Sammie tumbled back to her feet. She backed up and ran in again, leaping and wrapping her legs around Felia’s neck to twirl and send her down with a flying headscissor.

Miranda’s beating from earlier clearly had Felia’s head spinning as she stumbled back up. Sammie hit her with a fore forearms to the head before the grim-faced wrestler grabbed her around the middle, lifting her up and spiking her back down. Sammie’s crotch smashed into her knee with the atomic drop, gawking as she bounced back clutching her pussy.

Becky had decided things were close enough to cancel their truce. She sized up that Sammie was just about done for, so she went running in to try and clean up them both. She wound up for a clothesline to put Felia down from behind the lowblowed brunette. Felia went for a haymaker to Sammie’s face, but neither of them expected her to drop and curl up into a fetal position so suddenly. Their blows both connected as they flew past Sammie and hit each other, knocking each other out all at once.

Sammie was down and hurting, but she was at least conscious. Her wincing eyes widened as she saw the feuding heels both go down, collapsing on top of each other in a limp heap. Sammie went over to Becky and gave her a jostle, but she didn’t stir beyond a vacant moan.

“Hey, uh, pro tip?”

Sammie looked up at the only person left standing in the cage. Peggy gave her a small smirk as she nodded at the KOed opponents.

“Just make the pin. You know either of them would.”

Sammie bit her lip before pushing the pile of half-naked wrestlers onto their backs. She put a little flair into it as she rose to her knees and hopped up, splashing across the both of them for one more wave of mud. Their bodies bucked again and Peggy gladly ran over and counted them out for one last ring of the bell.

“There you have it, folks! The winner of the Mud Wrestling Melee, Sammie Saturn~!!”

Sammie smiled awkwardly at first, but prouder as the audience went bananas. She waved back at them while Peggy snuck in a quick selfie with her topless winner. The showboating went on for a bit before Peggy raised an eyebrow, seeing Becky rising out of the mud in the lens of her camera. She hastily scooted away from Sammie right as the winner turned around and got cold-cocked by the bitter redhead.

“Lucky little slut!” Becky snarled as Sammie instantly crumbled to the blindsiding blow. She sneered and spat down on her rival’s slowly squirming body.

“Nice win, bitch,” she snorted bitterly before staggering weakly out of the cage.

It made the whole experience bittersweet for Sammie when she came to, but it did some huge things for her ranking and popularity among the fans, which she was always after anyway. Becky made herself even better known as one not to fuck with, and Peggy got more than her share of selfies and livetweets out without even dropping her phone in the mud. It was a productive, if not incredibly wild, Mud Melee to remember.