Sex + Wrestling = 3WF

Hello, everyone. Will this be a new series? Don't know. I'll definitely be concentrating on The Isles of World's End as far as storyline, but I think this will give me a chance to write some smuttier stuff. If this is continued, there will be some continuity, but I'll try to keep it easy to jump into.

- Melvin CRASS!

3WF

ANGELIC VICTORY

Kinks: Futa-futa-futa-female, internal cumming, triple penetration

The flash of cameras throughout the arena was almost blinding. The four-sided ring was the center of attention; the logo "3WF" was emblazoned in red on the light gray mat. The evening was drawing to a close, but many spectators were still on the edge of their seats. This was the main event and the 3WF World Tag Team Championship was about to be decided.

"Scotti Strong is looking rather dizzy!" cried ringside announcer Sayoko Fuuma. In the middle of the ring, the black-haired vixen known as Scotti Strong fought to regain her senses. Dressed in tight-fitting silver spandex singlet that showed off a perky pair of tits and quite the generous backside, Scotti's glazed eyes were directed at the top rope.

Perched up there was "the Red-Headed Valkyrie" Brunhilda Saxon, decked out in a white bra-top that couldn't hope to hold back her humongous breasts and a pair of white bootyshorts. Despite her skimpy dress, Brunhilda had nothing less on her mind than ending this match. Green eyes were directed out at Scotti's partner, Felicity Grey, who was slowly attempting to rise from where she had been dumped on the outside.

With a grin, Brunhilda's partner Teresa "the Golden Goddess" Andrews pushed her head between Scotti's legs from the back and lifted her up onto her shoulders. The tall, leggy blonde balanced her there easily, her arms wrapped around Scotti's thighs. Teresa was dressed much like her tag partner was, a show of solidarity. This solidarity had brought them this far. It would bring them to the top.

"And she's off!" Sayoko roared over the cry of the crowd. Brunhilda leapt from the top rope, arm outstretched. Her timing immaculate, Teresa began to drop backwards. Brunhilda crushed Scotti's windpipe with a lariat in mid-air, rolling off to the side and landing hard on her knee. Teresa's back arched. Helplessly, Scotti Strong's shoulders slammed into the canvas, accompanied by an earthquake-like rumble.

"Hindarfjall!" Sayoko announced, her skinny fist shaking with energy. "No one has ever gotten up from that move!" Brunhilda pounced on Scotti, wrapping her arms around the girl's leg and turning to more effectively pin her to the mat. The referee slid forth to make the count and Sayoko and the crowd roared along:

"ONE! TWO! THREE!"

The audience was in a frenzy as the bell rang and melodious synth-driven theme music struck up. Teresa and Brunhilda rose from their posit