Wrestle Kingdom: Mirror Match (Patreon)

The ever-popular Wrestle Kingdom back with more. A lot going on in this one, even if it’s technically sidequest, getting used to Ming and the full party working together. Probably some options for smaller groups in matches but felt like playing up their dynamics a lot.

Just a pair of matches in a row, exploring the world and the spooky Wrestlevania town… which I might want to explore a little more. I feel like I know how to end the series and that it’s in sight, but I’m not rushing to get there just yet. Even then, I’ve got some ideas for spinoffs or side stories in the setting that could be fun.

Manda led the party out into the world of Wrestle Kingdom, once again blindly following the quest marker that floated in her vision whenever she checked her menu. Things were both easier and more difficult now that their fourth party member was found. Mingxia (or just Ming) was perfectly happy to travel with them and help find a way out. Of course, the fact that she mainly spoke Mandarin made getting that point across pretty difficult and involved a lot of Manda drawing pictures in the dirt. Ming wasn’t fluent in English, but she knew just enough context to get the vibe of a conversation and know when it was funny to pretend she didn’t understand.

The fact was that the Korean girl was a bit of a troll in that regard. She had always been an impish gamer girl when she played online, venting any frustration on newbs and hotheads. When she got sucked into Wrestle Kingdom, she had been here for quite a while learning the game and abusing its strange rules. While Tessa had surrendered to the setting and relished in an easy life, Ming had mastered ambushing people as The MMA Bandit and getting even more antisocial living in the woods and jumping random opponents. She was in favor of leaving after being stuck in the game for so long, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun at the expense of her cute new teammates. It wasn’t like any of them could die anyway, just get knocked around in sexy ways.

For example, they’d run into a pack of orcs. Four musclebound green women in wrestling singlets even bulkier than the bodybuilding wrestle elves had appeared in the ring and were making quick work of the ground. Mollie was quickly bowled over by two of them while another went for Tessa. Their toughness made her struggle to land any charms and debuffs on them, and Manda had her usual amount of success. Ming just activated her usual Fade ability, minimizing the aggro that she drew and slipping out of sight to let them knock around her teammates instead.

“Let me… AGH! Help, you sneaky little shrimp! Get this She Hulk off me!” Manda shouted.

One orc with a wild pink mohawk, heavily tattooed arms and curves as thick as her muscles sat on Manda’s back, pulling up on her legs for a boston crab. Manda squealed as her back was cracked and her legs forced apart, making her spandex ride up her crotch on top of the crushing weight and bending. She beat her fists on the mats and tried to claw her way towards the ropes, but the bruiser was too heavy.

Ming blinked at her accusation, at least able to pick up that she was annoyed with her. She

[Can’t help you. I’m not taking those meatheads head on. Er…] she pondered.

She made a tiny gesture with her fingers. “Ayyych peeh,” she managed just from hearing and reading the term so often.

Manda groaned while the orc just moved back further, sitting on the back of her head until her human victim’s  toes touched her ears.

“Brah! These humies are hella stretchy! They’re fun as hell!” her orc called to the other ones.

As pretentious and flowery as Manda knew this world’s wrestle elves to be, the orcs were just as crass and dopey jocks. Mollie had drooled a little while mentioning that the races were known to hold an ages-long rivalry that often escalated to aggressive flex-offs between the orcs and elves.

“And they’re light as shit! You can throw the fuck out of em and they don’t even break!” one of her comrades laughed merrily.

A taller, darker green woman with short blue twintails flashed a proud, fanged grin as she piledrove Tessa’s head down into the mats. The dazed sexfighter’s eyes struggled to focus as she bounced from the impact, but the orc’s solid grip kept her from flopping away. She stood back up, lifting Tess up by her boots with one in each hand. She held her suspended upside down before pulling the legs sharply apart, wishboning her as she cried out, half passionately and half pained as she cupped her spreading crotch.

“I think this one’s busted. She seems to like it,” the third orc pointed out.

Her massive bicep was pushed into Mollie’s throat as she stood on the ring apron. It kept her trapped against the ringpost while she held back one of her arms. Manda knew she didn’t have to, and that Mollie probably would have helped beat herself up if the last orc wasn’t already doing such a good job of it. One with a wild blonde mane going down her broad back was slugging away at her body, smashing in her soft stomach and boobs. Mollie’s eyes fluttered, even as she grunted and sputtered spittle on her attacker.

“Crotch too, please. You’ve been lacking on the crotch for a bit,” Mollie choked out, revealing she could still breathe decently despite the hold.

“Oh yea! Sorry! Havin’ too much fun here,” the orc laughed friendlily.

The other thing that stood out from regular orcs, Manda had noticed, was not a mean bone in their bodies. Everything seemed to be good-natured roughhousing for them.

“Happens to the best of us. And you’re the best right now~!” Mollie mewled, breaking into a flimsy smile as the orc’s boot slammed into her crotch.

Ming scanned the ring before casually checking her fingernails. The thin but athletically built Asian girl tossed her scarf back over her shoulders. She adjusted her tight athletic shorts and top, snapping them in place before she pulled the tip of the arm wraps that coated her forearms and legs.

“Ready,” she chimed in English, deciding that she’d spent enough time out of their line of sight for max damage.

Ming flipped back over the ropes, vanishing as she touched the ground outside the ring. She instantly popped back up behind Mollie and her orc attackers, snapping a flying knee to the choking orc’s temple. Her eyes immediately rolled back in her head, knocked out in one shot. She went limp and fell off the ring apron, flopping and landing with a heavy thud on the ground.

“Not… cool, brah,” she muttered as she went under.

The one beating on Mollie barely noticed anything had happened. She looked up as Ming lashed out at her, shooting the bandage out like a whip. It wrapped around the orc’s neck and Ming pushed Mollie over as she pulled her in, clanging the brute’s face on the ringpost. Her head rolled about dizzily before Ming hopped onto the top turnbuckle and slammed a double mule kick into her broad bosom. The orc grunted and flopped back onto the mat, her eyes fluttering vacantly.

[Don’t have too much fun now,] Ming chimed to Mollie before jumping up onto the ropes.

She loved how the class gave her an exceptional sense of balance. Her MMA “scrapper” class made her excel at anything that let her be sneaky and fight dirty, trying to capitalize on timing her attacks while they were distracted. It was why she could walk along the ropes no matter how she ran, leaning outside the ring and bending the rope with her. She slingshotted herself at the one that had lifted Tessa across her shoulders in a howling torture rack, smashing a missile dropkick right between the eyes. The mighty orc’s head shot back like a Rock Em Sock Em robot stumbling backward. Tessa barely managed to squirm out of her grip before the orc tripped over her downed teammate, flopping down on top of her. Ming leapt again, this time landing on the shoulders of the one stretching Manda’s back out. She wrapped her legs around the orc’s neck, whirling around her in a quick hurricanrana that spiked her chin down on the mats beside Manda’s. The orcess bounced back and flopped over in a heap beside her other two partners while the fourth stayed KOed outside the ring.

Manda dragged herself up on all fours, rubbing her neck. She grimaced up at Ming, who sat up on her knees. The MMA Bandit gestured invitingly at the pile of bested orcs and smiled politely. Manda rolled her eyes, but she still flopped across their busty, bulky bodies for a triple pin. The bell rang and the ring vanished in a flash as the scores started to tally up.

“Wow. An actual win. I was starting to miss those,” Manda grunted as they were returned to their civilian clothes.

“Oh chill out. We’ve been winning more than most for a while,” Tessa assured her, stretching herself out.

“And my back hasn’t gotten that good of a stretch since the mermaids.”

“I mean I’m not getting as much XP as the rest of you, but at least it’s uh… long enough to be fun,” Mollie sighed.

“Yea! The new girl needs some time to charge up, but she gets the job done.” Tessa praised, patting Ming on the shoulder.

Ming beamed back at them, always one to soak up some praise. Even if it was mostly her playing things safe and not feeling like getting into a direct fight while watching the show.

“Hey, did you guys get any gold just now?” Manda asked, frowning at the menu in her vision.

“I don’t think so?” Mollie said quizzically, pulling up her own menu to double check. “No, I think I’m the same.”

“So what’s that mean? Not like we’re hurting, but still…”

Manda had her question answered with a quest. A new pop-up alerted her about a new quest.

“Subquest: Identity Thieves! Investigate the nearby kingdom of Wrestlevania.”

Manda groaned noisily. “Great. New quest popped up, because somebody’s taking our shit somehow. Like we needed another distraction.”

“Never say no to quest xp,” Mollie chimed, always more informed and happy with the game than Manda was.

—-

Wrestlevania was a much darker place than the kingdoms they had visited before. It had dead, blackened trees all around its borders, which was about as comical as it was spooky with how immediately the ground went from grass and dirt roads to cobblestones and withered leaves. Pale people in flowing black attire made up most of the population, with the occasional hunchback or green zombie.

“Welcome to Wrestlevania,” Tessa mused as she read a sign just inside the borders. “Home of the Three Counts. Now that’s just funny.”

Mollie stifled a snicker. Manda gave an unamused snort. Ming didn’t get it.

“Great. We found their version of Halloween Town. Now what?”

“Try reading more.”

Tess bumped her shoulder into Manda’s, turning her to look at the same sign that she was. There was a much smaller flier taped to one of its posts. Manda tore it off and scanned it.

“Come meet the chosen champions. Autographs and pictures available for a nominal charge…’ Wait, somebody’s posing as us?”

“Looks like we have copycats,” Tessa confirmed.

“Cats?!” Ming gasped, looking suddenly excited to be following the conversation (even if incorrectly).

“No, uh… hang on…” Tess flipped the flier around to start drawing another session of Pictionary to cross the language barrier.

“Well this is wild,” Mollie said with a meek smile.

“I’ve never had fans before. Let alone someone who actually wants to BE me…”

“They’re scamming us, Moll. Not praising us. Let’s go beat a cease and desist into them.”

She looked back at the others.

“Tess, Ming? Me and Moll are gonna make…”

Manda made a face at the mild tongue twister. “You know, I’d swear the game just searched out people with M names if it weren’t for Tess.”

Tess’ eyes darted as she rose back up with a slightly more informed Ming.

“I wouldn’t be so sure…” Tessa admitted in what seemed to be the most modest she’d ever been around them.

“What do you mean?”

“You think I got into a game where I can dress and act like this and used my real name? Tessa’s what I used to go by when I was doing more… disreputable stuff.”

“Explains a few things, M,” Manda muttered. “Raises more questions, but whatever. Let’s kick some copycat ass.”

“Caaaat,” Ming hissed happily.

——

The girls went to the listed address and sure enough, there was a table set out in front of a small house. Almost a dozen humanoids were waiting in line where two people signed things or talked to the visitors. Those two people were Mollie and Tessa. Identical doubles to them in fighting gear sat at the table, except that their clothes had a dull purple coloration to them and a grayer skin tone.

“Well that’s unnerving,” Tessa admitted as the fake Mollie and Tess leaned in together to take a selfie with a fan.

“But that’s kind of cute. We should do that more,” she added, flashing a smile at Mollie.

“Hey, is Manda here?” a vampiric-looking teenager asked.

“Oh sure! She’s just taking her break. One second,” the fake Mollie told her.

She walked into the house and a few seconds later, another Manda walked out instead. She smiled and waved to the crowd in her toxic-looking purple wrestling leotard, which got the audience to cheer in delight. Mostly because this Manda had triple-D cups that bobbed around, refusing to be fully restrained by the spandex.

“That’s it!” Manda snapped, throwing up her hands in frustration. She stormed towards the signing as Mollie scratched her head.

“So how do we know that they’re the fakes? What if I’m the clone!?” she gasped to herself.

Manda just grabbed her by the arm and dragged her along before she could think too hard about it.

“HEY! What do you fuckers think you’re doing!?” Manda demanded.

She shouldered her way to the front of the line and slammed her palms down on top of the table. Ming caught up with her and slammed her hands down as well.

[I don’t know what’s happening but that looked like fun!] she shouted as fake angrily as she could.

The duplicates looked shocked for a moment before cracking a smile at her.

“Oh, more cosplayers? How sweet. Did you want us to sign something or just showing you appreciation?” fake Tessa pried.

“We’re not the copycats. You are!” Manda snapped and pointed at them.

“Yea? Prove it. Because there’s no way there’d be TWO stacked chosen ones and then one titless one.”

Evil Manda folded her arms behind her head and bounced her boobs around. The crowd went wild.

“Well how about that there’s FOUR chosen champions?” Tessa asked, patting Ming on the shoulder.

Ming shook her head no. She glanced back at Tessa for a vibe check before correcting herself to a nod.

The duplicates went blank-faced for a moment.

“And that we’re all here at once?” Mollie offered.

“Uh… well…”

Manda’s eyes darted to the corner of her vision and pulled up her menu. With a bit of eye movement, she went into her inventory and manifested a Mana Energy Drink into her hand. It wasn’t like she used the stuff anyway.

“Open your inventory.”

“W-what?” the Manda clone muttered.

“Open your inventory. Use your menu. Push the X button or whatever the fuck you think it means.”

The doubles started sweating before suddenly dropping their disguises. The Manda emitted a puff of smoke, turning into a purple-gray woman with long hair that curled to the point of looking like dull purple tentacles. Her large eyes still had some makeup and long lashes and her mouth was absent, and she was entirely nude beyond a loincloth and a lack of nipples to cover up.

The Tessa twin shed a large amount of slime off her like a large, hastily resculpted clay figurine. She became a thin woman with a large bust coming out of an open treasure chest instead of her feet. She sneered at the party, thick fangs filling her mouth as an upturned nose turned up further at them. Her narrow yellow eyes scowled as a surprisingly muscular upper body topped off her rapidly thinning wisp of a lower half.

“Bah! You caught on too fast! We were gonna make a fortune off your fortune and fame!” the treasure chest monstergirl complained in a New Yorker accent.

The crowd gasped at the stunning reveal.

“But if we take you all out of the picture… who’s to say who’s the original?” the mouthless woman chuckled in a low, echoed voice.

“Good point, sis! Let’s get ‘em!”

A wrestling ring was summoned underneath them to start their usual battle. The girls were changed into their fighting gear as the alert popped up.

“The doppelganger, Repla Kate, and the mimic, Fassi Milli want to fight!”

“Finally. We’re fighting somebody I actually want to beat the hell out of,” Manda noted with a hint of delight.

“Let’s wreck these posers and get our stuff back.”

“I’ll keep her busy,” Tess offered, charging Repla Kate.

She grabbed the semi-shapeless purple persoon by the shoulders, holding her steady for a Stunning Kiss. The seasoned Sexfighter locked lips with her and pushed her tongue aggressively into her mouth and unleashed the move. It worked, dazing Kate for a moment. Tess started to curl her busy mouth into a smile when the purple woman’s skin rippled and shifted around. She felt Kate’s tits puff up and push against her own with a strange familiarity. She just started to see Kate shapeshifting into a copy of herself, save for a darker purple shade to her skin and clothes. Tess’ eyes widened as her own tongue seemed to suck back on hers and she felt a mind-numbing ripple run through her brain. While Twin Tessa shook off the daze, the real deal was moaning and barely on her feet already.

“I’m startin’ to see why people are so into this,” Tessa groaned as she stumbled on her boots.

“Nice moveset. Don’t mind if I borrow it,” Kate snickered as she shoved Tess over.

Mollie and Manda had already gone after Milli. The busty boxer got some jabs on the treasure chest mimic, making her squeal and wince before ducking down inside her box in a bizarre act of contortion. Manda leapt to try and cover it up and trap her inside, just for the mimic to bounce back up and absorb her treasure chest to turn into a copy of Mollie. The copied boxer shot up with an uppercut that slammed into Manda’s chin. Her eyes immediately crossed as the redhead felt her entire body ragdoll as her brain seemed to rattle around in her head. Manda fell to her knees rubbing her jaw as Mollie stared at her stunning self.

“Wow… I can kinda beat ass when I’m not being so… Mollie,” she muttered. “Can I get some of that?”

“Sure thing,” her double giggled. “Be right back though.”

Milli suddenly darted past Mollie, gunning right for Ming. The Korean girl was leaning casually on the ropes when her eyes went wide. She leapt up onto the ropes to balance on them but in another puff of smoke, Millie turned into Manda. She grabbed the MMA Bandit by the ankle and she immediately tripped backward, dangling from the ropes over the edge of the ring.

[Time out! Time out! You’re not supposed to fight me yet!] she babbled frantically.

She was still a capable fighter, but Ming mostly shone when she had the jump on somebody and some time to build up. Getting isolated right away was a worst case scenario for her.

“Sure thing. Take a breather,” Milli-Manda grinned.

She spun around in a swift circle, spinning Ming around by the ankles before letting her fly back towards Mollie. The flying fighter smacked face-first into her boobs, rocketed along by Manda’s strong but rarely used grappling skills. Mollie stayed standing while Ming bounced off her meaty airbags and flopped to the mats seeing stars. Mollie’s boobs bounced hard enough to pop right out of her top from the heavy impact.

“Ohhh~! That’s a… that’s new,” Mollie mewled as she rubbed her boobs, breaking into a heavy blush.

“If you like that so much, why not pump it up even more?”

Kate was right behind the conflicted Mollie, kneeling on the mats with Tess pinned beneath her. The sexfighter was stuck between her copycat’s legs, her eyes rolling dizzily in the smothered position. Kate kept Tess stunned while she grabbed Mollie between her legs, giving her crotch a firm squeeze. Mollie’s legs weakened instantly from the mix of sexual magic and aroused embarrassment. Her jaw dropped open, drooling shamelessly until Milli rushed after her. She shapeshifted into Mollie and pounded her with one of her own devastating punches, sending the drool flying from her face in a wet streak across the mats. She crumbled from the stunning blow, landing on her back with her bared boobs bouncing around.

“I… it’s everything I hoped for,” she gurgled as Kate hovered over her. She was still shaped as Tess as she hugged around her head, pinning Mollie under her big purple-brown boobs while her legs and crotch kept the real Tessa down.

Manda came out swinging at Milli, but she intercepted her with a quick uppercut. The lean redhead’s head whipped up from the counter and was knocked silly again as the mimic morphed into Ming. Manda made a few dizzy grabs and slaps at her but the speedy copycat easily dodged around her swings. Milli snapped a side kick into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her before rising up with a double palm strike to her small boobs. Manda huffed and flew back into the ropes, bouncing back before she knew where she was. The mimicked Ming unwound part of her arm wraps and flipped over her head, wrapping it around her neck and swinging back down. The mimic used their skills just as comfortably as their owner, flinging Manda around to land butt-first on Ming’s face. The MMA Bandit grunted hard before groaning limply beneath her as Manda rubbed her neck and coughed.

“Come… ack… come on. Help me,” she choked out.

[Can’t… glass cannon,] Ming mumbled back dizzily.

“Right. Talking’s not gonna help,” Manda groaned.

She tried to push herself back off Ming and focus on her opponent, but the chat popped up in front of her. A large donation suddenly blinded her while having the benefit of being forced into her attention. She flinched and tried to shove it out of her way, but she paused when she scanned a few words.

**SunStar33 just donated! “I speak some Korean! She said a term like ‘glass canon”**

Manda blinked at it in awe for a moment. “What the fuck? I’m getting international views at this point? How big is this stream…?”

She was promptly interrupted by Miilli, popping into Tessa to swing a vertical split of a kick upside her head. Manda saw stars as she fell down head to head with Ming pointing in different directions. Milli dropped down beside them and wrapped her borrowed long, dark legs around their necks, squeezing them both in a head scissor. Manda and Ming both gagged and struggled, but Milli just adjusted her crushing thighs. It twisted their heads around so they were forced to face each other, mashing their mouths together in an unintended and sloppy kiss.

“Look at that. Even better than the originals,” Milli chuckled.

“You should be grateful for us if anything,” Repla Kate gloated, preening her hair as she smothered Tess and Mollie as well.

“You’d have never been this popular without us. It’s best we stay as your dead ringers while you just end up dead.”

She winked at the crowd of fans, who seemed to love the match no matter if the originals were winning or losing. If anything, it was a bonus because they got to see them doing both at once. Kate gladly showboated until she gasped and perked up. A loud, cartoonishly shrill smooching noise came from between her legs where Tess was tucked in, making her blush and hastily leap away. Tess took a deep gasp of air, glad to have the distance and boosting herself up to wipe her mouth off. Even Mollie, blushing beet red, seemed happy to escape and at least stay conscious without losing her identity.

Fassi Milli found herself similarly interrupted as Manda grabbed her by the legs. She grunted and forced herself to rise, her bizarre Wrestler strength lifting the mimic off the mats in the process while still not able to break her hold. Milli’s eyes widened and rather than risk being piledrive down, she morphed back to her original self and slammed her treasure chest base into Manda’s face to bounce herself away. Manda groaned and fell back, rubbing her nose but at least free from the sloppy submission. Ming rubbed her spinning head, giving Manda a briefly considering and flirty look before shaking it off.

Manda dragged herself to her feet when she felt a sharp smack on her ass. She squeaked and jolted upright as Tessa moved in behind her, giving a similar spank to perk up Ming.

“I don’t have a lot of mana for those, but the spanks should keep you on your feet a little longer. Now what the fuck are we doing here? How are we beating our own asses so bad?” Tess asked breathlessly.

“And not just because it’s kinda fun,” even Mollie had to agree, leaning on the ropes and sweating as she fanned her huge tits off.

“I mean to be fair, I beat you pretty bad when we first met,” Tess pointed out to her with a tilt of her head.

Manda blinked rapidly as she felt conscious enough to think for once in a match. She rubbed her forehead and pursed her lips as both sides regrouped.

“Wait a minute… is this stat bullshit?”

“Is what what?” Mollie asked.

“Tess is right. She beat me and I beat her, but… okay! I think I got something. Does anybody here know what a pump fake is?”

The girls gave her puzzled looks.

“Ok. Nevermind. Did anybody see that Teen Titans episode where they fought their evil clones after Slade…?”

They looked even more confused.

“Fucking… switcheroo, okay? Bait and switch. Uhh… chat! Back me up here. Translator guy, what’s up?”

Manda squinted at the chat and read off someone’s post phonetically translating what she meant into Mandarin. She butchered the hell out of it but Ming’s eyes lit up and she nodded. She hastily explained their plan with a hushed tone and some quick pointing.

“Okay! Stick together and set me up. I think I can bait them if we get an opening, then we can knock out these knockoffs.”

Tessa nodded as the duplicates started to charge at them, turning into a Mollie and Ming pair.

“I got you, girl. Flash spell incoming!”

She lifted up her top, causing a bright burst of radiant light to erupt out of them. Kate and Milli recoiled as they were briefly blinded. Manda charged in and immediately threw her arms around Milli posing as Ming’s waist and squeezed her tight. The roguish Korean girl pushed at her but couldn’t break her iron grip on her.

“Ha! Knew it! Not such a speedster once I got my hands on you!” Manda laughed.

Milli sneered at her and smacked her with a quick palm strike to the face. Manda reeled from it but her automatic grip remained locked onto her. Milli growled in frustration and shifted back into Mollie, her fuller figure pushing the limits of Manda’s grip.

“Cute, but you can’t counter a counter!” the mimic snapped.

She raised a purple glove to slam her in the face but Tessa suddenly poked her head in between them. She pulled the mimic’s face into a deep kiss, making her aggressive glare drop into a stupified expression. She smacked her lips as she drew back from the stumbling boxer lookalike.

“Guess you were right. Mol, your will stats ain’t shit.”

“That’s half the fun!” Mollie called back as she threw a bunch of speeding jabs at Repla Kate.

The doppelganger barely dodged around them before she fell back and turned into Tessa. She lashed out to grab at Mollie’s crotch but Ming sideswiped her, swiftly kicking her in the wrist and knocking it away. Kate’s eyes went wide as Mollie clocked her with a quick hook, sending her head flying to one side. She tried grabbing for the boxer’s hair but Ming leapt in her way, catching her forearm and snapping a sucker punch into her ribs that got Kate’s boobs bouncing. It turned out that being too slippery to charm and debuff was great for the sneak attacker, and having the perfect tank around was even better for her. It let her dance around the blows, contorting around the fake Tess’ attempts while fluidly deflecting anything that got too close.

[Nice job, cow tits,] Ming praised as she leapt back, landing back on the ropes.

“I’m not sure what she said but I like it,” Mollie giggled.

Kate growled in frustration as Ming sprang off the ropes for her. The doppelganger was ready for her, morphing into Manda and grabbing her in midair. She lifted her up to power bomb the MMA girl back down, but Mollie was ready to catch her with a slamming haymaker to the jaw. Manda’s high HP, low defense build left Kate immediately rattled, dropping Ming and falling to her knees. Ming landed neatly on her feet and whistled, nodding towards Mollie. The Asian girl threw a quick cheap shot, kicking the mimicking Manda in the groin to keep her down. Kate popped up a bit, howling shrilly and holding her aching pussy as the girls ran in opposite directions. Mollie and Ming bounced off the ropes and flew back at Kate, leaping and turning around to slam their asses together with the kneeling doppelganger’s face stuck between them. Her face distorted as their cheeks mushed around her, eyes rolling as she was knocked completely silly.

Manda slammed a satisfying punch into Milli’s stomach, winding her for a moment before she tried swapping back to Tessa. She lunged at the real one but Manda ducked in under her reach and scooped her up, body slamming her back into the corner. She backed off and Tess immediately leapt up, slamming her crotch into her face while she slumped down. Milli’s eyes widened as she bounced in a bronco buster on her face, rattling her head against the turnbuckle beneath her.

With a frustrated growl, the mimic switched to Manda and threw her off. Tess gasped and tumbled across the mats, but the copying wrestler still looked winded and confused. She lurched back up, slumping with fatigue. Manda went for her phone for a summon, just to see Tessa pull hers out as well.

“Wait, can you summon?” Manda asked in confusion.

“You think I’m not out there making friends, hon? You’re crazy,” the sexfighter chuckled.

They both hit their Send buttons as Milli started storming after them. A flash of a portal over her head made her look upward.

“LOOK OUT BELOW!” Gobby shrieked as the nerdy goblin landed butt-first on the mimic. She grunted and fell flat with the shortstack’s big green ass over her entire face.

“Oh geez! Sorry, Manda! I was trying to help! I’ll get right off…” she rambled.

“It’s cool! We’re fighting a mimic,” Tess interrupted.

“Oh thank gods,” the goblin sighed.

Another portal opened in the mats at Milli’s feet. A mature and peaceful-looking mermanager with black and white checkered tail scales emerged wearing what looked like a nun’s habit that draped so long and low that the hanging sides were all that covered up her breasts.

“Hey, Ofishalle!? You mind giving my new friend here a rubdown?” she asked her old massaging mermaid.

“Oh gladly, my friend,” the serene siren said with a calm nod.

“Just how I like it? Extra rough, correct?”

“You know me, girl,” Tessa grinned.

Even Manda had to wince as the mermanager promptly slammed an elbow drop down on Milli’s groin. She bucked and huffed under the goblin butt just before the shorty vanished. It just left the painful massage from the mermaid masseur to continue, slithering all over her while bending and twisting her into a humanoid pretzel. Milli shrieked and wailed, just to get a scaly butt in her face.

“No squirming. Only makes it worse,” the aquatic nun warned as she bent Milli’s ankles up past her ears.

The mimic screamed and shifted into a few different bodies, but none of them were flexible enough to take this kind of punishment. Ofishalle yanked up on her hair, curling Milli into a complete loop with her face stuffed into her own crotch. She gave one last gag before her eyes rolled back into her head, falling completely limp as she passed out. Ofishalle went on with the massage like nothing had happened, as though used to that with her customers.

The bell rang as both copycats went down at once. The ring vanished from beneath them as Manda saw all sorts of bonuses and rewards pop up. The audience cheered while Manda smirked, seeing a massive amount of cash pouring in from the fight to reclaim their lost loot.

“Holy shit,” Mollie panted, wiping some sweat from her forehead as the lingering aches pulsed in her doughy muscles.

“Did we for real just do that?”

Tess caught her in a headlock, giving her a fond noogie.

“If you mean beat ass like a real team, then hell yea, bae!” Tessa laughed triumphantly at the blushing boxer.

Manda had to crack a smile, holding out a hand to Ming. She smirked back and slapped the hand sportingly.

“Dude, good to work with you. This is gonna be so much easier being able to talk with you. And thanks, Sunstar, for the-”

She saw her chat pop up again.

Sunstar33: “Hey, going to bed. Good luck with the game, though.”

“Figures,” Manda grumbled while Ming just tilted her head like a confused puppy.

The mimic and the doppelganger knelt before them, hanging their heads in defeat. Even fully recovered from the fight, they seemed fully subdued.

“Ugh… we blew it…” Fassi Milli groaned.

“Our perfect scheme ruined. Now we’re just faceless nobodies,” Repla Kate moaned.

“Serves you shithead right!” Manda snapped, but Tess patted her on the shoulder.

“Hey, but you know what?” the sexfighter offered.

“You really beat our asses for a bit there. You’re pretty good. Don’t you folks think so?”

She turned to the Wrestlevanians with a flirty toss of her hair. They broke into cheers and applause for the match.

“The Chosen are awesome!” a gray girl approved.

“Millie and Kate are fun as hell! It’s like fifty wrestlers in one!” another piped up.

Similar praise was shouted out until the copycats blushed.

“You two can really do a lot together. You don’t need to rip off anybody, really,” Tess pondered out loud.

“But if you’d want to beat me up sometime as a bunch of people, I wouldn’t mind either,” Mollie muttered with a grin.

Manda elbowed her in the ribs to cut her off.

“So, how about this? You keep up your little fanclub here, spread the word that the chosen four are doing a lot of good out there, and you give us a small cut of whatever you make here? Just whatever you two can spare.”

“You’d really let us do that?” Milli gasped, both of the cloning girls going wide-eyed.

“For a copyright fee? Sure,” Manda conceded as she saw where Tess was going. “But one more thing…”

She jerked a thumb at her chest.

“At least be ACCURATE! What’s the idea giving me balloon tits!? I’m skinny and that’s all!”

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Ming popped up behind her and pulled up Manda’s shirt. Her angry expression dropped into stunned shock as the audience cheered louder at that than anything from the match. Manda whirled around to face her but Ming had already made a break for it.

“Why you shitty little~!” she snapped while fixing her shirt.

She ran after her while Mollie and Tess watched them chase each other around.

“Should we tell them the quest updated?” Mollie asked.

“And miss this shit show? What’s the rush?” Tess chuckled as she took a seat to keep watching.