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A mix of commission and patron rewards, it's a royal rumble of nintendo ladies knocking each other out of the ring... and a single OC boy who won a raffle?! He'll have to stay on his toes to last more than a minute with these vicious ladies.

There was a huge promotion within the NES league to celebrate its anniversary. One lucky fan got chosen to have a front row seat to the Smash Sisters Battle Royale match; a free for all brawl of multiple female fighters plus their special guest. The fighters would all fight at once in the ring, throwing each other out to eliminate them until there was one winner left inside.

The prize had been given to Steven, a handsome young man in his twenties. He was in good shape, if more of a pretty face than a fighter. There was a little comfort in knowing that powers were not allowed in the ring, but they were still all more experienced than he was. They did allow him to do all the research he wanted on the fighters on the day of the match to give him some hope of doing anything in the fight. Deciding to make full use of that rule and abuse it to an extent, he requested cameras to obtain footage of them. That was how he talked the league into giving him access to the cameras in the women’s locker room. Moral or not, it was always the league’s policy to have them there. Enough backstage brawls had gone on that they wanted them running 24/7. He was free to watch from the men’s locker room, where he was the absolutely solitary person in there. The place didn’t get much use to begin with, and especially not on the night of the mostly female battle royale.

At first, Steve was happy to have a perfect view of the various Nintendo beauties changing. He only had to admire the view for a short amount of time before he saw the actual value to his

“research.” The girls quickly and easily broke into bickering, snapping catty comments or pushing each other out of the way. Steve had been worried about them targeting him to get him out of the way, but it was clear that they were just as volatile about each other. Bayonetta stole Samus’ bra just to annoy her. Pyra and Min-Min kept bumping into each other more aggressively with their lockers placed cramped together. Peach kept getting annoying and shoving Palutena’s wings out of her way.

“Out of my way, bitch!”

“Eat shit, loser.”

“Fuck off, you saggy old cunt!”

Things were downright toxic backstage with the untrusting tension of the match and their own personal histories. It seemed like there were plenty of ways for him to play them against each other, but it was starting to look like he wouldn’t even have to.

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The ring was finally ready. The fighters were paraded out one by one, packing the ring full of fighting girls and a single boy that was the last to be introduced. The ladies eyed him, sizing him up while Steven hung back in his corner. He scanned the ring for his many opponents, counting them off one by one.

The rumble included Samus, Peach, Daisy, Lucina, Zelda, Rosalina, Palutena, Robin, Corrin, Bayonetta, the Inkling, Byleth, Min-Min, Pyra, and Mythra. Fifteen ladies, not including himself, made for one packed ring. They were all dressed in tiny bikinis with Steven in a snug pair of speedos to show off plenty of toned and soft skin to the fans as always. Their eyes wandered over to Steven, clearly showing some interest in him as more than an opponent. They seemed to tag him for later, like they wanted to make a meal out of him (or at least one lucky fan later backstage).

A referee lakitu floated overhead and signaled for the bell, keeping an eye in the sky for any eliminations. As soon as it rang, the ladies went charging for each other. There wasn’t much space to pick and choose, and all of the female fighters seemed to have someone within arm’s reach that they hated on some level. A league full of competing fighters seemed to do that to people.

Steven held back, trying to cling to his corner as long as he could. Various brawls broke out, and more, larger fights that spilled over onto each other. Daisy grabbed and started beating on Robin, but their stumbling made them bump backs against Pyra and Mithra. Even the girls from the same game weren’t content sharing the spotlight, yanking on each other’s hair. They turned in surprise and kicked the legs out from under Daisy, working together out of instinct rather than any real fondness or cooperation towards each other. Daisy went to her knees with a grunt but threw a double uppercut between their legs. The tiny swimsuits left her little to get in her way as her fists busted their pussies. The long-haired girls howled and doubled over as the scrappy princess paid them back, keeping the chaotic fight going strong. More scenarios much like it were breaking out around the ring, fighters mixing and matching opponents like drops of water absorbing each other into their mass.

Steven held back as long as he could, letting them attack and weaken each other. Even then, it couldn’t last for long as the ladies scanned the ring for easy targets to better their own odds. Lucina spotted him first and faced him with a curious smirk and a wicked gleam in her eye.

“Well well. If it isn’t the special guest. Why don’t you let me give you a tour of the OUTSIDE of the ring?”

The blue-haired, bikini-clad woman approached him before lunging out suddenly. She grabbed Steven by his short, slick hair, making him wince as he pushed back at her. The two stumbled around but his strategy of clinging to the corner was paying off by giving her little space to move him. It still stung from her pulling at his scalp, so he caught her by surprise by charging at her. He slammed an elbow into Lucina’s tits, winding her as she let out a girly grunt. She staggered back a pace so Steve hit her with a couple more to keep her going. She managed to block his arm and twist it around, trying to get him in an arm bar. The cramped conditions paid off once again as he barely had to push her to make Lucina bump into Palutena. The tall goddess flinched and turned on her, immediately slamming her with a punch to the back of the head.

“Back off, blue bitch!” Palutena barked at her as Lucina staggered and lost her grip on Steve. He moved to catch her, but only so much that she didn’t just run into him. He pivoted on his heel and twisted towards the edge of the ring. With as carefully timed a throw as he could manage in his hurry and inexperience, he threw her towards the opening between the ropes. Lucina let out a startled “Whaaa!” as she was flung out through the gap.

The swordswoman grabbed the middle ropes in a flailing attempt to save herself. It caught, but it left her dangling over the open hair beside the ring. She was still technically in, but just barely as she tried to drag herself back into the ring.

“Stupid… knew I should have put more into my strength stat,” she grunted as she tried pulling herself up on the ropes.

Steven was there waiting. He used his opening in the madness to throw a stomp down at her face. Lucina grunted and her eyes rolled from the dizzying hit between the eyes. Her grip loosened more. Steven stomped on her fingers next, making them tense and weaken until Lucina threw an arm over the bottom ropes. She grimaced with effort, but with her limbs so busy trying to stay off the floor, Steve was left free to wind up and throw a soccer kick right into her breast. She grunted hard, flopping over backward. Her breasts flew out of her tiny top, jiggling to a stop as her back hit the arena floor.

“LUCINA ELIMINATED!” the lakitu boomed.

Lucina grimaced between the rough landing and being the first to be taken out of the match. She took some slight comfort in the frantic shouts and curses of her rivals that were still inside that ring.

Even though it took Steven less than a minute to take out Lucina, the battlefield of brawling bikini women had shifted while he was distracted. Several of their flimsy tops had gone flying, removed as easy targets and trampled underfoot. Peach was on Rosalina’s back, her legs wrapped around her waist while she tore at the taller princess’ hair. Rosalina staggered around with the painful piggyback until Pyra charged at them, hitting her with a shove that sent them both into the ropes. Both princesses shrieked and grabbed the ropes to keep from going over. Their survival instincts barely outweighed their bitter hate for each other, so they still threw some competitive kicks at one another hoping to push them off while boosting themselves up. It mostly just entangled them even longer while the rest of the fight went down.

Pyra turned towards Steve, fixing her gaze on him. Her eyes wandered up and down, sizing him up as much as she was admiring him. She hastily shook that thought from her head and started to close in on their guest fighter.

“Back off, bitch! He’s mine!” the inkling shouted.

Pyra huffed as the short invertebrate tackled into her, slamming her in the stomach with a headbutt. The redhead huffed and doubled over as the squidgirl used her momentum to grab at Pyra’s legs and yank them out from under her. She fell to the mats, flailing her hands up at the inkling to try and fend her off. Her hair tentacles easily swatted them away as she raised her foot and stomped it down on Pyra’s crotch. Her bikini bottom stretched and snapped off as she howled, clutching at her crotch with her eyes and mouth turning into wide open circles.

“Not bad for a gal who’s always using weapons, huh?!” the inkling boasted as she kept stomping Pyra’s pussy like she was trying to hit the mat beneath them.

She glanced up at Steven. For a moment she seemed to check if he was going to interfere with her beatdown. When it was clear he wasn’t about to stop her, she kept stomping but continued to look back at him. Now it looked like she was showing off about it, grinding her heel to make Pyra thrash and howl for his amusement. Steve smirked in approval. It gave him a front row view of his plan working while some of his favorite wrestlers beat the hell out of each other. If nothing else, it encouraged her to keep punishing one of his opponents while leaving him alone.

When the inkling was finally satisfied with her cunt crusher, she dragged Pyra over to the ropes. The struggling redhead grabbed the bottom rope weakly to try and keep herself in, but the squidgirl quickly worked around that. With a grunt, she hefted Pyra up in her arms in a mock-bridal style even when her intentions were quite the opposite. Her tentacle hair flopped over Pyra’s bouncing tits as she tried to toss her finished foe out of the ring. Pyra pushed back on the ropes but she was quickly being overpowered as she couldn’t bring herself to take a hand off her throbbing crotch.

“Come on, bitch. Take a dive!”

The inkling threw a sharp smack across the redhead’s ass, forcing her to jerk a bit further towards the edge. She smirked at Pyra’s inevitable defeat, but she was so caught up in her own attack that she didn’t see Bayonetta. She had just elbowed Robin out of her way before breaking into a sprint, bum rushing the inkling from behind. She shoved her in the back at full speed, sending her toppling through the ropes. The inky body crashed into Pyra’s, sending them both over with her overly invested attack. They landed with matching shrieks as they landed with a fleshy splat outside the ring.

“PYRA ELIMINATED! INKLING ELIMINATED!”

“You slimy little turd! You fucked us both!”

Pyra had barely recovered from her landing when she started shouting at her attacker and fellow loser. The inkling scowled back at her and threw a bitter kick at her leg.

“I had your ass! You just had to draw it out so I went down with you!” the inkling squabbled with her.

They shoved and slapped at one another until Lucina came rushing over. She was bitter and while she couldn’t interfere with the match without facing massive penalties to her career and salary, the rules didn’t stop her from taking out her frustrations on anyone else outside the ring. She rammed a full speed knee into the inkling’s chest before turning her fury onto Pyra.

Back inside the ring, the continuing combatants had no time to worry about the outsiders. Bayonetta winked at Steven as she shook her hips temptingly.

“Don’t make any plans after the show, darling,” she said flirtatiously.

Even in the mayhem of the match, it didn’t go unnoticed by her rivals. Princess Zelda glared daggers into her back before she came charging over. She slammed a forearm into Bayonetta’s back, making the leggy brunette stagger but it wasn’t enough to take her down. Bayonetta bared her teeth as she whirled around to slap Zelda across the face.

“The tits on you to try and take me on, you little slag!” she growled.

Zelda winced from the hit but struck back a moment later. She grabbed Bayo by her hair, tearing at the elaborate bun that quickly crumbled into the lengthy strands of black. The witch grimaced and reached for Zelda with her own claws out, tearing at her blonde hair while squeezing and scratching one of her breasts. Zelda shrieked at the stinging pain.

“You absolute slut! Big talk coming from a bitch whose people are supposed to be extinct!” the princess ranted back at her.

The two seemed lost in a catfight of their own, currently just as interested in inflicting pain as they were winning the match. That was well enough in the short term, but their racket was drawing attention. Steve saw more interested glances than he would have liked, so he decided he had to make another move. He reached out behind both Bayonetta and Zelda, giving the catting gamer girls their space to avoid their trading slaps and scratches spilling over to himself. He grabbed the back of their heads and slammed them together in as quick a motion as he could manage, hearing the dull and brutally organic sound of their foreheads colliding abruptly.

Their eyes fluttered at the sudden impact and they were stunned enough to collapse to the mats. The other women spotted that and went after them like vultures, desperate to score an elimination and sabotage their opponents’ odds. Zelda and Bayonetta were still reeling by the time they had two women on each of them. They stomped, kicked and dragged them towards the ropes with the downed women going along literally kicking and screaming.

“Get off! You cheapshotting bitches!” Zelda screamed at them, knowing full well that she’d wished she’d thought of the tactic first.

Min Min and Mythra worked together just long enough to drive the hylian under the ropes. Min Min grabbed the ropes and swung herself to deliver a harsh kick into Zelda’s side, launching her the final foot over the edge. She landed with a fleshy slap against the floor, her tits squashing out underneath her.

“ZELDA ELIMINATED!” the announcer declared.

Zelda wearily pushed herself up on one elbow, but beat her fist on the mat in frustration as soon as she realized what had happened.

She awaited the same line with Bayonetta’s name instead of her own, but it didn’t come as quickly as she expected. She looked up in shock at the ring, scanning through the chaos. Min Min and Mythra were already throwing slaps across each other's faces and punches into their slender bellies. Steven had escaped the corner to find clearer or more opportunistic hunting grounds with his clearer head, so she had lost sight of him. Bayonetta had managed to tumble into said corner, slumped back against the turnbuckle flat on her ass. Peach and Byleth had been herding her flailing body towards the ropes and it was the best she could do just to stay in the game. Peach had settled for thrusting her curvy, infamous ass back into Bayonetta’s face, stinkfacing her into the corner beneath her sweaty bikini bottom.

She also needed to free up her hands because Byleth hadn’t bothered to wait to finish the job before turning on the princess. Peach gave some shrill cries as the blue-haired swordswoman threw punches into her bouncing boobs. They quickly jiggled out of her top as the blonde threw some clumsy swings back, but Byleth’s head start had her struggling to keep up. Her pouty lips grimaced as she gave up on that approach and swung her leg up sharply, slamming her leg into Byleth’s pussy.

“That’s enough of THAT, you waste of roster space,” Peach hissed venomously.

Byleth wailed and went to her knees clutching her throbbing crotch. Peach threw her aside by the hair, propping her limply up against the middle ropes. Thinking quickly and cruelly, she stepped out from the corner and tossed Bayonetta at her as well. She spotted Steven sneaking around nearby, only to blow him a kiss and slap her thick ass cheeks. She bounced on her toes a bit to get a good wobble going before she turned and charged, slamming her ass hard enough into both Byleth and Bayonetta so that they went toppling through the ropes and landing in a heap together.

“BAYONETTA ELIMINATED! BYLETH ELIMINATED!”

The groaned women wearily rose from their fall, starting to blink away the cobwebs. Bayonetta saw Zelda storming after her with fire in her eyes and her fists clenched, even with them both taken out of the match.

“I’m not done with you yet, you witchy skank!” Zelda shouted at her.

Bayonetta’s eyes widened, but as soon as the princess got close enough the brunette  swung an uppercut between her legs. Zelda let out a booming “AWW!” in shocked agony as she doubled over. Bayo didn’t have much time to celebrate as Byleth jumped on her back.

“You think your dead weight had to drag me down with you!?” she shrieked as she pulled on her lengthy hair.

Samus had been putting her fit physique to good use, fending off or clocking anyone who came at her. She was focused on surviving but couldn’t help but dish out some extra pain any time she saw an opening. When things had started to slow down and the fighters dwindled, she found an easy target in Robin. The white-haired mage buckled from a solid kidney punch when she was expecting it, allowing the bounty hunter to drag and pummel her up against the ropes. Samus caught her with a cross to the jaw that put her on the mats, and when she struggled weakly to push away from the ropes, the blonde just decided to soften her up some more.

“You like those ropes so much? Well choke on em, you fucking slut!”

She quit trying to shove Robin through them and pressed her foot on the back of her head, choking her over them instead. Robin’s tongue rolled out as she gagged for air, staring with watery eyes at the brawl continuing outside the ring as Samus toyed with her prey.

Steven tried to stay close to the women who were already fighting, but he clearly couldn’t run forever. He dodged around a brawling Rosalina and Palutena just to walk right into Corrin. His toned chest bounced off her much curvier one, making her blush and start in surprise. She was sweaty and on edge from the fight so far, but she braced herself for a fight with their guest. She still made a hasty effort to fix her hair before locking herself into a grappling stance.

“There you are! The odd man out, I see,” she taunted him, but he could see her hesitation.

She was conflicted if nothing else. Steven took advantage of that by rushing her, tackling her to the mats. Their barely covered bodies pressed together as they landed, squashing Corrin’s breasts against his chest. She grunted beneath him, but she lashed out with a slap to the face. It shocked Steven enough that she wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled over, turning the tables to get on top of him. She squeezed her thighs around his middle and smirked down at him, pinning his hands down over his head with her own. Her leaning position left her bouncing breasts hanging just over her captive’s face.

“Ha! Nice try, handsome, but I’m no amateur,” Corrin laughed.

Steven grunted, but his eyes darted behind her.

“Then you should know to watch your back better than this.”

Steven quit resisting and dropped back flat on the mats. Corrin was briefly surprised before she was clotheslined by Daisy from behind. The tomboy princess floored the blonde, launching her down and flat on top of Steve. Even with the nearly naked wrestler on top of him, he noted that getting someone in a submission hold wasn’t the best of plans with so many fighters running around.

“Yea! Eat it, bitch!” Daisy laughed at Corrin proudly.

She didn’t even stay to finish the job before rushing off to take on another target. Steven laid under the reeling, downed Corrin as she rubbed her aching head. While he let his hands roam over her body, he remembered the match and shoved her off of him. Steven leaned back on his elbows and slammed a double kick into Corrin’s side, sending the shell shocked blonde out under the ropes.

“CORRIN ELIMINATED!”

Steven rolled back up to his knees, leaning on the ropes while remaining ready to move at a moment’s notice. That notice came in the form of Min Min rushing towards him. She had Mythra down and by the hair when she spotted him, deciding that it was more important to eliminate/impress him than finish off the reeling redhead. With Mythra seemingly not going anywhere, the noodle chef went into a flying kick aimed for Steven’s head.

He dove out of the way, trusting his instincts to avoid the incoming kick. It saved his skin as she went whiffing past him with the unplanned bonus of her connecting with the ropes. Min Min kept going and got crotched on the middle rope, grabbing onto them as her eyes and mouth went wide. She froze up from the pain, not wishing to aggravate it any further. Steven just saw it as an opportunity and rose up, throwing a hard kick to the bottom of the middle rope. The taut cord bounced rapidly up and down, making Min Min scream and hand on tighter.

“Enjoy the ride!” Steven taunted before hurrying away.

The crowd was thinning now with roughly half the original fighters remaining. There was still enough chaos for him to avoid most of the conflict, and Min Min drew a lot of attention to herself. Her cries of pain right at the edge of the ring were like a dinner bell to the nearby wrestlers.

Palutena had Rosalina by the hair, slapping the tall blonde around as fast as she could. Rosalina was seeing stars with her cheeks red with pain, but the new opportunity was too tempting. Palutena shoved Rosa over and rushed for Min Min, unwittingly moving in at the same time as Peach from a different direction. They both leapt into a knee strike that knocked her over the edge of the ring, just to immediately abandon any notion of teamwork by turning that wrath on each other.

“MIN MIN ELIMINATED!” the announcer updated.

Peach and Palutena had seemingly already forgotten about her.

“Back off, you copycat cunt!” Peach shouted at her.

“Fuck you, whore! He’s mine!” Palutena fired back.

Steve was a little flattered to hear them bickering over him while confirming the effectiveness of his strategy. The Nintendo babes clawed and pulled at each other, bouncing against the ropes in their catty staggering mess. Peach sank her nails into Palutena’s tits, pulling them down roughly. The wrestling goddess screamed as her boobs fell out of her bikini top, her big tender orbs stinging all over.

“That all you got, whore!?” Peach spat as she threw a knee into the green-haired goddess’ belly while she was already doubled over.

The action continued outside the ring in a wild frenzy of an afterparty. Bayonetta had managed to mount and swing wild punches down at the inkling. She glared up at Peach fighting just above her and couldn’t help but get some payback.

“You’re next, you useless bimbo! You’re not the champ anymore, and you’re barely a wrestler!” Bayonetta shouted at her.

Peach glared down at the brunette while keeping her grip on Palutena’s jugs.

“If you want me to beat your ass again, pig, I’ll butcher you anytime!” the hotheaded princess barked back.

The brief distraction was just enough for Palutena to slam a suckerpunch into the princess’ pussy. Peach let out a guttural howl as her legs crossed together to try and put pressure on her painful privates.

“Don’t you turn your back on me!” Palutena seethed as she shoved Peach’s hands off her aching tits.

She grabbed Peach by her hair and turned sharply, throwing the princess out between the ropes while she was still holding her crotch.

“PRINCESS PEACH ELIMINATED!”

The blonde had barely landed on the floor when Bayonetta went after her, following up on her threats and sending a swift kick into Peach’s belly. She let out a deep grunt as spit flew from between her pouty lips, but even Bayonetta couldn’t dish out much more before someone grabbed her ankle and dragged her down to the floor.

In another corner, Samus still had Robin trapped in her stinkface. Daisy had squared off with her after rampaging a path through the others, the two tough competitors sizing each other up.

“This loser’s mine, you echo bitch. Go find our own,” Samus warned sternly, lording over Robin like a lioness with her prey.

The spellcaster could only mumble and push at her strong legs while she was stuck in her smothered spot.

“You’re going down sooner or later. I don’t want your sneaky ass jumping me like the rest of these backstabbing bitches, so I’m taking you out now,” Daisy warned her, cracking her knuckles.

Samus bared her teeth and stormed towards Daisy. The two immediately started trading slaps, kicks and punches in a frantic assault on each other, never bothering to put up much of a defense when they could be inflicting more pain. The redhead punched Samus in the stomach while pulling her top off, but the blonde ducked and rammed her shoulder into Daisy’s breasts. The tomboy princess huffed as her boobs bounced out of her bikini, grabbing at the charging bounty hunter as they went stumbling around their part of the ring.

Robin was sweating and breathing heavily in the nearby corner when she started to come to. She looked around at the mayhem and saw that her tormentors were busy fighting one another. She recognized it as a chance to strike back, or at the very least escape long enough to attack at a better opportunity. She started to crawl out of her corner, keeping a wary eye on Daisy and Samus as they tore into each other. She paused, tempted to sneak in a low blow before she made her proper escape, but that proved to be her mistake. Her sadistic greed made her hesitate long enough for both Daisy and Samus to shift their weight to one leg and throw their other leg into a sharp double kick into Robin’s chin. The mage gave a short gasp as they were knocked over right through the ropes, tumbling out into the frenzy of catfighting losers. The two brawling women went on without her without missing a beat.

“ROBIN ELIMINATED”

Rosalina was just starting to regain her wits, holding her aching head as she crawled back up to her feet. Mythra had been recovering for even longer, forgotten as another assumed loser as she crawled in behind the starry princess. She slammed a sudden uppercut into Rosalina’s pussy, making her howl and arched her back to her full height. Her long legs shuddered as she clutched her groin but she threw a heel kick back at Mythra with what was left of her strength. It nailed the redhead in the boob, making her yowl and curl up clutching her tit.

“You sneaky little shit! How dare you!? I’ll kill you!” Rosalina raged.

She had to clutch the ropes to stay up but she still unleashed a barrage of stomps and kicks on her attacker. Mythra shrieked and tried to shield herself but she couldn’t stop all of the blows from the berserk Rosalina. One good stomp to the head made her jerk, eyes fluttering as she was nearly knocked out from the impact. Rosalina grabbed her by the legs and shoved her out like leftover trash, spitting out of the ring on her for good measure.

“MYTHRA ELIMINATED!”

With the number of fighters thinning and her latest target down, Palutena set her sights on Steven. She shoved her way past the winded Rosalina, barely getting her out of her way before she grabbed their handsome guest. Steve slammed a forearm into her breasts, but they just jiggled as she kept up her attack.

“If you like them so much, have a closer look!” Palutena grunted.

She drove a knee into Steven’s balls, stunning him before hugging his head between her tits. The soft and sweaty orbs did an excellent job of cutting off his air, and the tall goddess quickly reminded him why he had stuck to hit and run tactics. She pinned his arms to his sides as she pushed him back against the ropes, sneaking in knees and punches to his sides whenever she could. Steven was quickly losing strength, and she smirked as she noticed.

“Poor baby. Let your goddess take care of you… after the fight, of course,” Palutena purred.

She grabbed Steve by his waistband and turned, throwing him with an almost sumo-like toss towards the ropes. He gasped and grabbed for anything to save himself, catching one of the ropes to steady himself halfway out of the ring. The other hand found her bikini bottoms, pulling the skimpy swimsuit right off her. The naked goddess yelped and withdrew for a moment, staring at her own nudity before she growled and lunged at him again. Palutena shoved and clawed at him, entirely focused on finishing him off.

“You’re dead, bitch!” Samus snarled through bloodied lips.

She had Daisy by the hair, holding her in front of her facing away from her. Both were sweaty and bruised from the brawl between two of the tougher competitors. The shrieks and curses of their defeated opponents outside the ring egged them on, serving as an omen of what awaited them if they fell. Samus slammed a few punches into her ribs before Daisy twisted around, thumping an elbow into her temple. Samus winced and released her as the princess spun around and uppercutted her in the guts. The bounty huntress huffed and doubled over, but shoved Daisy back.

“That all you got, slut? Cuz get ready to join the rest of those losers!” Daisy laughed breathlessly as she put her fists up.

Samus’ eyes flared with fury at the threat, fueling her ego and fears all at once. She threw a swift roundhouse kick aimed for Daisy’s head, but she saw the wide attack coming. She ducked under it, but their staggering brawl had drawn them closer to Palutena and Steve than either of them had realized. The kick missed Daisy but nailed Palutena in the back of the head, knocking her silly in an instant. It wasn’t intended, but not something Samus regretted either.

“Gotcha, bitch!” Daisy proclaimed as she went from squatting to a diving tackle.

The two rivals were kept busy grappling with each other while Palutena draped over the ropes. Her big bare tits hung on the middle set as Steven focused on climbing back into the ring. Rosalina had her eyes set on the dazed goddess, eager for some payback and unwilling to let her get off so easily. She broke into a sprint, quickly crossing the ring as she went gunning for her. Palutena barely started to push herself up when she saw the incoming blonde.

“No… nooo no wait!” she blurted just before Rosalina went into a spear tackle.

Palutena huffed hard as she was hit dead in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She went buckling backward, sending both of them through the ropes and crashing to the hard floor outside.

“PALUTENA ELIMINATED! ROSALINA ELIMINATED!”

The goddess groaned, shaking her head and piecing together what had just happened. She glared up at Rosalina, similarly drained and beaten but bitterly triumphant about her eliminating her rival.

“You jealous bitch! You ruin everything!” Palutena ranted at her.

“It’s worth it to see you suffer, you over glorified background slut!” Rosalina groaned.

The two started to slap and claw at each other, but they were also the freshest meat in the catfighting hell that existed outside of the ring. The swarm of psychotically sore losers descended on them, adding their own hair pulling and breast clawing to the mix in a storm of limbs, burying the two feuding wrestlers in a burst of screams.

That only left three fighters, and Kevin was happy to note that they were busy wearing each other out. Even the audience was intensely focused on the back and forth brawl between Daisy and Samus. Kevin was content to watch them for a time, but he knew he couldn’t evade them for long. After the close call with Palutena, he didn’t even like his odds of taking them one on one. He watched intently as the ladies each got a hand around each other’s throats, choking and shaking each other as they leaned up against the ropes. They both desperately pushed each other, trying to topple their drained and weakened opponent over the edge to settle the match (or at the very least get some alone time with Steven).

“Go… down… skank…” Daisy choked out.

“Fuck you… ugh… cunt…” Samus gurgled back, starting to drool through her sputtering lips.

That was when Kevin made his move. With both of them leaning on the ropes, Kevin ran in from their side and leapt for it. He threw a flying dropkick, aiming a leg at each of their heads. Daisy and Samus barely saw it coming as they grunted hard and ragdolled, propelled over the top ropes and falling together. Kevin winced from his rough landing on the mats, but the dual grunts from outside the ring assured him that they had a much harder trip on the way out.

“DAISY ELIMINATED! SAMUS ELIMINATED! THE WINNER IS… Kevin?”

The announced seemed as surprised and confused as everyone else, but the audience was too fired up to worry too much about it. They applauded and cheered all the same as the winded young man leaned on the ropes and held up a fist in triumph. If nothing else, both he and the crowd got to keep watching the action continuing outside the ring. Daisy and Samus had immediately started to argue and scrap with the rest of them. Peach yanked on Samus’ hair while Mythra stomped on Daisy’s tits, absorbing them into the constant catfight that was just outside the ring. Steven smiled to himself as he tried to ignore his aches and pains, enjoying the front row seat to the biggest fight the league had seen. And he had helped create it.