Jade1503
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- Oct 19, 2015
The CWF arena was filled up with wrestling spectators, every seat taken. The arena was decorated with green banners with the four-leaves clovers imprinted on them and stickers of leprechauns and pots of gold on the walls. As the last spot was taken, the doors closed and the lights above the audience dimmed. Only the spotlights hovering above the ring were the source of light and for this match, the lights were light green. Waiting in the ring was a referee with green hair and freckles, wearing the black and white stripes bikini. Inside the ring were bottles of alcohol, whiskeys, beers and rum. When the crowd settled down, Kazumi Asakura’s voice boomed through the arena.
‘WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER NIGHT AT THE CWF WHERE TONIGHT’S IS OUR FIRST SPRING SPECIAL ONE-FALL MATCH! MAKING HER WAY TO THE RING, FROM GOTHAM CITY: POISON IVY!’
A woman with long red hair and green skin walked drunkenly into the arena, wearing four-leaves clover bikini, green wrestling boots and long gloves. Her biceps and six-packs featured proudly on her green toned body. In her hand was a beer bottle. Ivy gave a hiccup as she made her way to the ring, waving drunkenly at her cheering fans.
When she reached ring, she took a last swig from the bottle before rolling into the ring. She slowly stood up, pushing a strand of red hair from her dark green face as she posed sexually to the crowd, making them cheer louder. When the cheering died down, Ivy peeked into the bottle and finding no more beer, swayed all the way to her corner. When her back hit the turnbuckle, Asakura’s voice boomed through the arena again.
‘AND HER OPPONENT, FROM THE SADIDA KINGDOM: PRINCESS AMALIA SHERAN SHARM!’
A twenty-year-old girl stumbled drunkenly into the arena, her skin was ebony and her green hair was long. She wore the same bikini as Ivy along with green wrestling boots and gloves. Biceps and six-packs featured proudly on her ebony toned body. Like Ivy, Amalia too was holding a beer bottle. She struggled to open her eyes as she stumbled towards the ring, grinning stupidly as she waved at her cheering fans.
When she reached the ring, she grabbed hold of the ropes and pulled herself onto the ring’s apron and through the ropes; almost tripping on the ropes. She pumped both her fist and the beer bottle into the air, smiling at the crowd’s cheering. As the cheering died down, Amalia turned to Ivy who pushed herself away from the corner. She towered over Amalia, smirking.
‘Are you sure you want to ahead with this hun? You don’t exactly sober enough to fight.’
“You’re the one to talk green bimbo!’ Amalia shot back. ‘You’re drunk as me!’
Ivy chuckled. ‘True… But at least I can take my drinks…. You on the other hand looks like you’re going to fall anytime soon.’
‘Oh you bitch!’ Amalia screamed and lifted her beer bottle, swinging it down towards Ivy…
… Only for the bottle to swing down towards the mat right in front of Ivy’s face, the bottle slamming into Amalia’s knee. Ivy rolled her eyes as she slapped Amalia in the face before smashing her own bottle onto the princess’ head, shards of glass scattering all over the ring. Amalia and stumbled back, growling and ramming the end of her bottle into Ivy’s stomach.
Ivy grunted and pulled Amalia’s head under an arm, slamming her face-first into the mat in a DDT. Amalia screamed and covered her face, allowing Ivy to sit on her back and pulled her legs towards her, bending her back in a double Boston crab hold. Amalia screamed as her spine was one fire, crawling towards the ropes.
Although Ivy had the advantage, she released her opponent from the hold; Amalia’s legs dropping onto the mat. As the princess laid on her stomach and arched her back in pain, Ivy grabbed a whiskey bottle and opened it. She smiled and pulled Amalia’s bikini bottom away, exposing her green hairy vagina. She discarded the fabric before shoving the bottle into Amalia’s vagina, the alcohol flowing into Amalia’s body.
Amalia gasped as the alcohol filled her body, her face becoming red. She managed to roll onto her back and slammed her boots into Ivy’s stomach. Ivy gasped as she fell onto her bottoms, allowing Amalia to get up. She pulled the now empty bottle out from her vagina and screamed with rage, slamming herself onto Ivy.
The princess sat on Ivy’s stomach and tore off her bikini top, revealing Ivy’s dark green nipples, before pinching and twisting the older woman’s nipples. Ivy screamed in pain as she swung her arms wildly, landing a few slaps onto Amalia’s face and head. Amalia growled and stood up, grabbing two bottles of beer. She opened both of them and poured the alcohol all over Ivy’s body.
With her body drenched in beer and rum, Ivy managed to grab hold of a bottle of brandy and shoved it into Amalia’s exposed vagina. Amalia gasped as she dropped the two bottles but before she could either attack Ivy or pull the bottle out from her vagina, Ivy grabbed both of her ankles and tripped her opponent onto her back.
Amalia gasped when her back made impact with the mat, the bottle of brandy still inside of her vagina. Ivy smirked as she got onto her knees, tipping the bottle straight so the remaining content flowed into Amalia’s body. The princess was now blushing red as the brandy mixed with the whiskey, making her body hotter.
Ivy pulled the empty whiskey bottle from Amalia’s body and tossed aside, climbing on top of Amalia. She grabbed hold of Amalia’s bikini top and ripped it away, showing Amalia’s light brown nipples. She discarded the ruined bikini and pinched and twisted Amalia’s nipples, laughing at her screams of pain.
‘How do you like that you little bitch?’ Ivy shouted, twisting Amalia’s nipples harder. ‘Like the taste of your own medicine? Maybe you will like something else too!’
Ivy let go of Amalia’s nipples and grabbed a bottle of beer and a bottle of sake. She opened the beer bottle first and shoved the bottle into Amalia’s mouth, the beer flooding Amalia’s mouth. Amalia face became redder as she was forced to swallow the beer, her intoxication growing. When the beer was gone, Ivy shoved the sake bottle into Amalia’s mouth; the princess swallowing the rice wine unwillingly.
Amalia’s face was flushed as the alcohol mixed inside of her, her eyes glazed. Ivy smirked and pulled the sake bottle out from her opponent’s mouth and stood up, grabbing a bottle of beer. She opened it and drank it for herself, smiling down at the hiccuping Amalia. She giggled drunkenly and slowly removed her bikini bottom, showing her red hairy vagina. She winked at the cheering crowd as she swung her bikini bottom over her head before throwing it into the crowd. As her fans fought for her bikini bottom, Amalia managed to get onto her feet.
With her face red and her eyes unfocussed, she hiccuped loudly as she try to find her opponent through her drunken haze. When she thought she found her target, Amalia growled and ran forward, slamming herself into a turnbuckle. Ivy laughed as Amalia groaned loudly, hanging onto the turnbuckle like a drowned woman. Ivy approached Amalia and turned her upside down, putting her in a tree of woe.
Ivy chuckled as Amalia groaned, blood rushing into her head, as she searched for another bottle. She reached down and grabbed a bottle of apple cider, before grabbing another one. She opened both of them and shoved both bottles into Amalia’s vagina and anus, the fizzy alcohol flowing into the princess’ body. Amalia can only moaned as she was getting more intoxicated by the minute. She moaned again when Ivy shoved another bottle of cider into her mouth, this alcohol Amalia drank greedily.
When all three bottles of cider were emptied and pulled out from Amalia’s body, Ivy wrapped her arms around Amalia’s waist and pulled her away from the corner; the young princess still upside down. Ivy giggled as she licked Amalia’s alcohol-coated clitoris, waddling backwards. When she reached the centre of the ring, Ivy then pile drive Amalia into the head. Amalia screamed when she fell onto her back, her eyes closed, her face red and breathing heavily; groaning loudly.
Ivy chuckled as she grabbed a bottle of brandy, chucking down the alcohol. Now it was Ivy’s turn to be flushed as she shoved the empty bottle into Amalia’s vagina, her vision blurred as her intoxication level were high. She drunkenly stumbled back and forth until she found a corner, slowly climbing the turnbuckle. She reached the top and with a drunken smile, posed sexually by thrusting her breasts towards the crowd; gaining a loud cheer and whistling from her fans.
Once she was done show-boating, Ivy leapt off the turnbuckle, somehow managed to flip backwards before slamming on top of Amalia. Amalia screamed as cum mixed with alcohol flowed out from her vagina and into the the bottle, filling it up. Her screams stopped when Ivy locked lips with her, kissing her deeply and drunkenly.
Amalia’s already red face become redder as Ivy dominated her mouth with her tongue, arousing her greatly. Amalia can only moaned as she fill the bottle in her vagina with her cum mixed with alcohol, Ivy drunkenly making out with her. With their nipples pressed into each other and the bottle overflowing, Ivy pinned Amalia’s arms above her as she kissed her more. The referee began the count.
‘1… 2… 3!’
Even when the bell rang, Ivy continued to make out with the defeated Amalia until the referee had to pull her up onto her feet. Ivy smiled drunkenly as the referee raised one arm into the air, the crowd cheering and chanting Ivy’s name. Ivy was too drunk to hear her own name from both the crowd and Asakura.
‘WINNER BY PIN-FALL: POISON IVY!’
Ivy giggled as the referee dropped her arm to her side. She leaned down and yanked the bottle out from Amalia’s vagina before dragging her to a corner by the hair, throwing her against the turnbuckle. She pushed Amalia on top go the turnbuckle and placed her mouth on her opponent’s hairy vagina, sucking it slowly as she slowly drank the alcohol left inside of Amalia.
Amalia moaned, her eyes closed and her face flushed, Ivy drinking every drop she can. When she was done, Ivy drank half of the cum mixed alcohol before pouring the remainder into Amalia’s mouth, forcing her to drink it. Ivy tossed the bottle away before lifting Amalia off the turnbuckle, power bombing her into the mat.
By this point Amalia was out cold, cum flowing out from her vagina and drooling. Ivy chuckled as she slammed her red hairy vagina onto Amalia’s face, orgasming all over her. When she was done expelling her cum, she stood up slowly and managed to leave the ring without falling onto the arena’s floors. She was halfway towards the backstage when her two closest friends, Kari Kamiya and Aelita Schaeffer, rushed towards her. They caught Ivy before she could fall face-first into the floor, their usually mature friend grinning stupidly.
‘Aelita…. Kari…’ She slurred. ‘I won! Hic! Did you see? I won!’
Kari shook her head, ‘She’s so hammered. We better get her back to her apartment.’
Aelita grinned as Ivy closed her eyes and entered sleep. ‘She’s going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.’
Aelita and Kari carried the sleeping Ivy into the backstage. When they left the arena, CWF aides rushed towards the ring to carry the unconscious Amalia to the infirmary.
‘WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER NIGHT AT THE CWF WHERE TONIGHT’S IS OUR FIRST SPRING SPECIAL ONE-FALL MATCH! MAKING HER WAY TO THE RING, FROM GOTHAM CITY: POISON IVY!’
A woman with long red hair and green skin walked drunkenly into the arena, wearing four-leaves clover bikini, green wrestling boots and long gloves. Her biceps and six-packs featured proudly on her green toned body. In her hand was a beer bottle. Ivy gave a hiccup as she made her way to the ring, waving drunkenly at her cheering fans.
When she reached ring, she took a last swig from the bottle before rolling into the ring. She slowly stood up, pushing a strand of red hair from her dark green face as she posed sexually to the crowd, making them cheer louder. When the cheering died down, Ivy peeked into the bottle and finding no more beer, swayed all the way to her corner. When her back hit the turnbuckle, Asakura’s voice boomed through the arena again.
‘AND HER OPPONENT, FROM THE SADIDA KINGDOM: PRINCESS AMALIA SHERAN SHARM!’
A twenty-year-old girl stumbled drunkenly into the arena, her skin was ebony and her green hair was long. She wore the same bikini as Ivy along with green wrestling boots and gloves. Biceps and six-packs featured proudly on her ebony toned body. Like Ivy, Amalia too was holding a beer bottle. She struggled to open her eyes as she stumbled towards the ring, grinning stupidly as she waved at her cheering fans.
When she reached the ring, she grabbed hold of the ropes and pulled herself onto the ring’s apron and through the ropes; almost tripping on the ropes. She pumped both her fist and the beer bottle into the air, smiling at the crowd’s cheering. As the cheering died down, Amalia turned to Ivy who pushed herself away from the corner. She towered over Amalia, smirking.
‘Are you sure you want to ahead with this hun? You don’t exactly sober enough to fight.’
“You’re the one to talk green bimbo!’ Amalia shot back. ‘You’re drunk as me!’
Ivy chuckled. ‘True… But at least I can take my drinks…. You on the other hand looks like you’re going to fall anytime soon.’
‘Oh you bitch!’ Amalia screamed and lifted her beer bottle, swinging it down towards Ivy…
… Only for the bottle to swing down towards the mat right in front of Ivy’s face, the bottle slamming into Amalia’s knee. Ivy rolled her eyes as she slapped Amalia in the face before smashing her own bottle onto the princess’ head, shards of glass scattering all over the ring. Amalia and stumbled back, growling and ramming the end of her bottle into Ivy’s stomach.
Ivy grunted and pulled Amalia’s head under an arm, slamming her face-first into the mat in a DDT. Amalia screamed and covered her face, allowing Ivy to sit on her back and pulled her legs towards her, bending her back in a double Boston crab hold. Amalia screamed as her spine was one fire, crawling towards the ropes.
Although Ivy had the advantage, she released her opponent from the hold; Amalia’s legs dropping onto the mat. As the princess laid on her stomach and arched her back in pain, Ivy grabbed a whiskey bottle and opened it. She smiled and pulled Amalia’s bikini bottom away, exposing her green hairy vagina. She discarded the fabric before shoving the bottle into Amalia’s vagina, the alcohol flowing into Amalia’s body.
Amalia gasped as the alcohol filled her body, her face becoming red. She managed to roll onto her back and slammed her boots into Ivy’s stomach. Ivy gasped as she fell onto her bottoms, allowing Amalia to get up. She pulled the now empty bottle out from her vagina and screamed with rage, slamming herself onto Ivy.
The princess sat on Ivy’s stomach and tore off her bikini top, revealing Ivy’s dark green nipples, before pinching and twisting the older woman’s nipples. Ivy screamed in pain as she swung her arms wildly, landing a few slaps onto Amalia’s face and head. Amalia growled and stood up, grabbing two bottles of beer. She opened both of them and poured the alcohol all over Ivy’s body.
With her body drenched in beer and rum, Ivy managed to grab hold of a bottle of brandy and shoved it into Amalia’s exposed vagina. Amalia gasped as she dropped the two bottles but before she could either attack Ivy or pull the bottle out from her vagina, Ivy grabbed both of her ankles and tripped her opponent onto her back.
Amalia gasped when her back made impact with the mat, the bottle of brandy still inside of her vagina. Ivy smirked as she got onto her knees, tipping the bottle straight so the remaining content flowed into Amalia’s body. The princess was now blushing red as the brandy mixed with the whiskey, making her body hotter.
Ivy pulled the empty whiskey bottle from Amalia’s body and tossed aside, climbing on top of Amalia. She grabbed hold of Amalia’s bikini top and ripped it away, showing Amalia’s light brown nipples. She discarded the ruined bikini and pinched and twisted Amalia’s nipples, laughing at her screams of pain.
‘How do you like that you little bitch?’ Ivy shouted, twisting Amalia’s nipples harder. ‘Like the taste of your own medicine? Maybe you will like something else too!’
Ivy let go of Amalia’s nipples and grabbed a bottle of beer and a bottle of sake. She opened the beer bottle first and shoved the bottle into Amalia’s mouth, the beer flooding Amalia’s mouth. Amalia face became redder as she was forced to swallow the beer, her intoxication growing. When the beer was gone, Ivy shoved the sake bottle into Amalia’s mouth; the princess swallowing the rice wine unwillingly.
Amalia’s face was flushed as the alcohol mixed inside of her, her eyes glazed. Ivy smirked and pulled the sake bottle out from her opponent’s mouth and stood up, grabbing a bottle of beer. She opened it and drank it for herself, smiling down at the hiccuping Amalia. She giggled drunkenly and slowly removed her bikini bottom, showing her red hairy vagina. She winked at the cheering crowd as she swung her bikini bottom over her head before throwing it into the crowd. As her fans fought for her bikini bottom, Amalia managed to get onto her feet.
With her face red and her eyes unfocussed, she hiccuped loudly as she try to find her opponent through her drunken haze. When she thought she found her target, Amalia growled and ran forward, slamming herself into a turnbuckle. Ivy laughed as Amalia groaned loudly, hanging onto the turnbuckle like a drowned woman. Ivy approached Amalia and turned her upside down, putting her in a tree of woe.
Ivy chuckled as Amalia groaned, blood rushing into her head, as she searched for another bottle. She reached down and grabbed a bottle of apple cider, before grabbing another one. She opened both of them and shoved both bottles into Amalia’s vagina and anus, the fizzy alcohol flowing into the princess’ body. Amalia can only moaned as she was getting more intoxicated by the minute. She moaned again when Ivy shoved another bottle of cider into her mouth, this alcohol Amalia drank greedily.
When all three bottles of cider were emptied and pulled out from Amalia’s body, Ivy wrapped her arms around Amalia’s waist and pulled her away from the corner; the young princess still upside down. Ivy giggled as she licked Amalia’s alcohol-coated clitoris, waddling backwards. When she reached the centre of the ring, Ivy then pile drive Amalia into the head. Amalia screamed when she fell onto her back, her eyes closed, her face red and breathing heavily; groaning loudly.
Ivy chuckled as she grabbed a bottle of brandy, chucking down the alcohol. Now it was Ivy’s turn to be flushed as she shoved the empty bottle into Amalia’s vagina, her vision blurred as her intoxication level were high. She drunkenly stumbled back and forth until she found a corner, slowly climbing the turnbuckle. She reached the top and with a drunken smile, posed sexually by thrusting her breasts towards the crowd; gaining a loud cheer and whistling from her fans.
Once she was done show-boating, Ivy leapt off the turnbuckle, somehow managed to flip backwards before slamming on top of Amalia. Amalia screamed as cum mixed with alcohol flowed out from her vagina and into the the bottle, filling it up. Her screams stopped when Ivy locked lips with her, kissing her deeply and drunkenly.
Amalia’s already red face become redder as Ivy dominated her mouth with her tongue, arousing her greatly. Amalia can only moaned as she fill the bottle in her vagina with her cum mixed with alcohol, Ivy drunkenly making out with her. With their nipples pressed into each other and the bottle overflowing, Ivy pinned Amalia’s arms above her as she kissed her more. The referee began the count.
‘1… 2… 3!’
Even when the bell rang, Ivy continued to make out with the defeated Amalia until the referee had to pull her up onto her feet. Ivy smiled drunkenly as the referee raised one arm into the air, the crowd cheering and chanting Ivy’s name. Ivy was too drunk to hear her own name from both the crowd and Asakura.
‘WINNER BY PIN-FALL: POISON IVY!’
Ivy giggled as the referee dropped her arm to her side. She leaned down and yanked the bottle out from Amalia’s vagina before dragging her to a corner by the hair, throwing her against the turnbuckle. She pushed Amalia on top go the turnbuckle and placed her mouth on her opponent’s hairy vagina, sucking it slowly as she slowly drank the alcohol left inside of Amalia.
Amalia moaned, her eyes closed and her face flushed, Ivy drinking every drop she can. When she was done, Ivy drank half of the cum mixed alcohol before pouring the remainder into Amalia’s mouth, forcing her to drink it. Ivy tossed the bottle away before lifting Amalia off the turnbuckle, power bombing her into the mat.
By this point Amalia was out cold, cum flowing out from her vagina and drooling. Ivy chuckled as she slammed her red hairy vagina onto Amalia’s face, orgasming all over her. When she was done expelling her cum, she stood up slowly and managed to leave the ring without falling onto the arena’s floors. She was halfway towards the backstage when her two closest friends, Kari Kamiya and Aelita Schaeffer, rushed towards her. They caught Ivy before she could fall face-first into the floor, their usually mature friend grinning stupidly.
‘Aelita…. Kari…’ She slurred. ‘I won! Hic! Did you see? I won!’
Kari shook her head, ‘She’s so hammered. We better get her back to her apartment.’
Aelita grinned as Ivy closed her eyes and entered sleep. ‘She’s going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.’
Aelita and Kari carried the sleeping Ivy into the backstage. When they left the arena, CWF aides rushed towards the ring to carry the unconscious Amalia to the infirmary.
