2ND PLACE

The Bachelor Party
By Goldenheart

It’s a few weeks before Eric’s wedding, so tonight is the night for his bachelor party. The best man, Frank, knows about his love for female wrestling. He had been working for weeks to set up the perfect bachelor party for Eric. Frank comes to pick up Eric at his house, telling him to put on a blindfold so that he will be surprised when he gets to the secret location.

Once at the location, Frank helps Eric out of the car, helping the blindfolded man inside the building. Eric listens carefully for sounds that might clue him in as to where he might be. Frank carefully guides him to a spot where he tells Eric to remove the blindfold.

The room is dark but in an instant the lights come on and a crowd of people yell out “Surprise!” Eric’s eyes adjusted quickly to the room lighting, seeing that he is standing in front of a wrestling ring, inside what appears to be a warehouse studio of some kind. It took him a few more moments to register the people yelling, “surprise” are friends surrounding the ring. He goes around the ring to greet everyone, thanking them for coming to his bachelor party. He can’t believe Frank would go to all this trouble to set up something so elaborate. It spoke volumes on their friendship.

“What exactly is going to happen here?” Eric asks Frank.

“Just sit back and enjoy the show.” Frank tells Eric.

There is a seat, front and center facing the ring, specially marked “The Bachelor” with a picture of Eric’s face. As Eric goes to sit down, Frank hands him a red headband with the word “Bachelor” written in blue lettering, telling him to put it on so that he sticks out even more.

An emcee comes out with microphone in hand, stepping in the middle of the ring, introducing the first female wrestler, “Hailing from the depths of Hell, standing 5’7”, weighing in at 122lbs, measuring 36C-24-35, the Wild Temptress.” Music starts to play.

Out from behind a makeshift curtain comes out a beautiful woman with shoulder length straight blonde hair, wearing a skintight red latex catsuit clinging to her curvaceous body like a second skin. Red latex thigh high boots with four-inch heels adorn her feet and legs. In one hand, she holds a plastic pitchfork and in the other hand she holds a heart shaped lollipop. She struts and dances her way towards the crowd, poking some people with her pitchfork and teasing others with her lollipop licking skills. She works the crowd up, like a pro, before stopping in front of the bachelor. She pauses, looking him over, poking him with her pitchfork.

“So, can I tempt you tonight?” The lady asks, slowly pulling down the zipper in the front of her catsuit.

“Err… well…” Eric stammered for an answer.

Seeing his stunned reaction, she places her right heel in his crotch. “Maybe this will help you decide?”

Looking up into her beautiful face, her blue eyes and smile full of mischievousness, his face continues to turn red of embarrassment, unsure how to react. His friends continue to egg him on as he faces the prospect of turning down the sexy woman. She asks, “Could you help me with my boot?”

Eric helps remove her boot, to relieve the pressure on his crotch. She turns to the best man, seductively asking to remove her other boot, which he does. She dances some more around the ring, playing with the zipper of her catsuit, pulling it up and down, placing the heart shaped lollipop down her cleavage. She works her way back to the groom, dropping the pitchfork in front of him. She bends over at the waist, wiggling her ass in front of him, then promptly sits on his lap, all under the watchful eyes of his friends. She leans back into him, whispering in his ear, “Help me take this off?”

He reaches out to the front of the catsuit, pulling the zipper all the way down to her crotch. She shimmies her shoulders out of the catsuit, showing off a red latex bikini top that barely covers her big breasts. She stands back up, revealing the bottom thong half of her red latex bikini, stepping out of the catsuit. She turns around, taking the lollipop out of her mouth, giving Eric a big kiss on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark, for helping her strip tease. She climbs into the ring waiting in the corner for her opponent.

The emcee speaks up, “Give it up for the Wild Temptress.” The crowd applauds her sexy performance. Different music starts to play in the room.

“Introducing her opponent, hailing from the cloud with a silver lining up in the blue sky, standing 5’8”, weighing in at 135lbs, measuring 34D-24-36, Angel Heavenly.” The emcee speaks into the microphone.

Out comes from behind the makeshift curtain, an even more stunningly striking blonde with curly hair down to the middle of her back, dressed in a long silk bathrobe and four inch white pumps. Angel wings seemingly protrude from her back, topped off with a gold halo over her head. She has a wand in her hand, waving it around, to ward off the evil temptation that preceded her. While strutting and dancing to her own music, people can see the white thigh high stockings adorning her long legs through the slit of her robe.

As she approaches certain rowdy people, affected by temptation, she opens her free hand, blowing gold glitter dust to reverse the evil spell. She arrives in front of Eric, pausing to look around at the others. “I’m the good girl here to defeat the evils of temptation, in order to send you off to a happy marriage. He seems to be the most affected by the Temptress, it will take more than gold glitter dust to reverse the effect of temptation.”

Gyrating her hips, she removes her gold halo, placing it on top of Eric’s head. Working her body from side to side, she slowly undoes the belt from her robe. With two shakes of her shoulders, the weight of the wings helps the robe drop to the floor. She stands in front of Eric wearing a sheer white babydoll, half-cup white lace bra, white lace thong panties and a white garter belt holding up her white thigh high lace stockings.

Placing a foot in his lap, she motions to him to help her with the garter holding her stocking. He unsnaps the garter and rolls the stocking down her long smooth leg to her heel, while she keeps her upper body dancing to the music. She puts her foot down on the floor, giving up her other leg to the best man, Frank. He also unsnaps the garter, rolling the stocking down her leg to her heel.

She turns around, sitting down in Eric’s lap, he’s still red from all the attention, kicking her heels off her feet, she stretches one leg up, running her hands up that leg to remove what is left of the stocking. She repeats the process for the other leg. She leans back further into him, giving him a kiss on the other cheek, leaving a lipstick lip print.

Getting up off his lap, she crosses both hands on the bottom of the babydoll, lifting it up off her body and over her head. She shakes out her long blonde locks, throwing the babydoll into the best man’s face.

She climbs into the ring, putting one long leg over the second rope, deliberately bending over and pausing when the second rope is between her breasts, before finally climbing into the ring.

“Give a big round of applause for Angel Heavenly.” A loud cheer erupts from the crowd.

“Okay, what will happen now is these two fine ladies will give you guys a wrestling show that you will hopefully never forget. But before we can get started, we need a volunteer to ref. Are there any volunteers in the house?” The emcee finishes up by asking a question. Almost everybody raises their hand, except those who know nothing about wrestling and Eric who is succumbed by embarrassment.

“Ladies, go choose your referee.” Says the emcee. The ladies climb out of the ring, making the rounds, with people offering money to ref. The ladies let the men stuff their bras and panties with the cash, giving them each a kiss on the cheek for contributing. But eventually both ladies want the man of the hour to ref their special match, taking Eric by the hand and dragging him reluctantly into the ring.

They each take off his shoes and socks. Then Angel Heavenly rips open his shirt, showing off his pecs and abs, while The Temptress unbuckles his pants pulling them down to his ankles, leaving him standing there in only his boxer-briefs. He places his hands over his crotch to hide his obvious excitement. Although completely red of humiliation, he is living his ultimate fantasy of having two scantily clad women wrestle for him. He looks over at his buddy, giving him an approving smile.

The ladies head back to their respective corners, while the emcee explains a few things to Eric. He gives him an extra large referee’s shirt to put on. “Won’t the hunky referee check us for illegal weapons?” asks the Temptress. The emcee encourages Eric to go over to the lady in red to check her out. He tentatively pats her down, and then the Temptress grabs his hands, placing them firmly on her chest. “You know, in some countries these can be considered weapons on mass destruction.” She says with a sly smile.

Convinced she isn’t hiding any foreign objects, Eric heads over to Angel Heavenly, patting her down. She makes sure to check out her ass, wiggling it in front of him. “If you let me win, I promise to show a good time.” Satisfied neither woman is hiding anything, he signals the emcee. He makes a bell ring sound through the microphone. The ladies come out of their corners ready to wrestle.

Circling each other, with their hands extended, they lock up their fingers, attempting a test of strength. They mash their chest together, leaning against one another trying to get an advantage. Both ladies back up, slamming their chests against each other yet again. Angel smiles confidently that her D-cup breasts are vastly superior to her C-cup opponent. Sensing this, Temptress delivers a hard knee to Angel’s crotch, dropping Angel to her knees holding her sex. A rain of boos come pouring down from the crowd. “I’m evil, I cheat!” the Temptress shouts out.

Temptress grabs Angel by her blonde locks, pulling her up to her feet, only to snapmare her down back to the mat. She pulls Angel up again by the hair, only to snapmare her down again. “Hey! Watch the hair!” Eric the ref chimes in.

Temptress gives him a smirk, pulling Angel up by the hair, slamming her back down on her butt to the canvas. Temptress kneels behind her, grabbing Angel’s arms, pulling them back into armbars, placing a knee into the middle of Angel’s back. Angel’s chest pushes against the fabric of her lace bra straining to contain her puppies. Angel grimaces in pain as the Temptress arches Angel’s back further with her knee. Stomping her feet on the mat, Angel tries to get the crowd on her side in order to power out of the sitting surfboard.

Both women get back to a vertical base, but Temptress is quick, to pull Angel into an armdrag takedown, keeping the arm barred against her red swimsuit clad body. Pinning the arm down to the mat, she drives a knee into Angel’s shoulder. Angel screams in pain as the knee drives right into the shoulder joint. Temptress drives a second and third knee, severely weakening Angel’s shoulder. Temptress picks Angel up by the weak arm, yanking hard on it as they get back to their feet, dropping Angel back down to one knee.

Temptress drags Angel by that arm to the ropes, wrapping it over the top rope into a hammerlock behind Angel’s back. The ref tells Temptress to get out of the ropes, asserting himself a little more. She breaks the hold at the four count, not wanting to lose to disqualification. She wastes little time or motion to grab Angel by the hair and the back of her thong, ramming her bad shoulder first into the ring post. Shock goes through Angel’s body as her arm goes slightly numb. Temptress rolls her up from behind, using her weight to pin Angel down into a schoolboy pin. Eric goes down to the mat to check on Angel’s shoulders, while Temptress puts her feet on the second rope. Eric is too busy slapping the canvas for the three count to notice Temptress cheating, even though the crowd lets him know.

Temptress gets to her feet, waiting for her arm to be raised in victory. The emcee motions for Eric to come to him. The emcee tells Eric what to say in the ring.

“I’ve been informed that this match is a best of five falls. After each fall, the loser of the fall must remove an article of clothing. Since each girl has only two articles of clothing, whoever can win three falls wins the match.”

Suddenly, a chant of “Take it off! Take it off!” starts up in the room. Angel still shaking out her sore shoulder hears the chant. Being that she is the good girl, she is somewhat reluctant to show her goods. But the rule is the rule, removing her lace bra, revealing her spectacular breasts. The Temptress still seething over the rule change, smirks at her topless opponent, looking at the mighty inviting targets. The sound of the bell rings signaling the start of the second round. The crowd hollers at Angel, cheering her on.

Angel makes the mistake of leading out with her weak shoulder, with Temptress pouncing on it. She yanks on it hard, driving Angel to her knees. Temptress follows up with a stiff kick to Angel’s tummy. Temptress walks behind Angel still holding her hurting arm, applying a half-nelson, locking up Angel’s damaged arm. Temptress pulls up Angel to her feet, walking her over to the ref. “Do you like her tits, ref?” Temptress asks Eric, who is getting an up-close and personal view of Angel’s magnificent breasts.

“Do you want to touch them?” she asks tempting him as Angel is helpless. But the ref is under orders not to touch. Just as quickly, Temptress slams Angel down, back first, across her knee. Temptress places one hand under Angel’s chin and the other hand on her thigh, pressing down with each, arching Angel’s back over Temptress’ knee. Angel grimaces and screams in pain as her spine feels on fire. Ref asks, “Do you give?”

Her blonde locks shake along with her head in an emphatic no. Temptress pushes her off her knee down face first to the canvas. She grabs Angel by the weak arm, giving a stiff kick to her armpit, before being so kind to help her to her feet. Temptress whips Angel into the far corner, running after her, Temptress drives her shoulder into Angel’s tummy, knocking the wind out of her.

Temptress stands in front of her winded opponent, held up by the ropes, she proceeds to give a reverse knife-edge chop on Angel’s exposed flesh. The sting of the slap echoes throughout the room. The crowd goes “Oooooh!” Temptress dishes out another chop to Angel’s chest, listening to the crowd go “Oooooh!” again. Temptress rears back for another chop, looking at Angel’s skin turn red. A fourth chop echoes the room, followed by a sixth and seventh. The crowd counts along, “eight, nine,” and the last one is reserved for an open-handed slap. Angel’s chest is beet red, as she tries to cover it up. Temptress drives a knee into Angel’s sore tummy, then snapmaring her down to the mat on her butt by the hair. Temptress takes a running start, somersaulting over Angel, grabbing her by the hair and snapping her head back as Temptress lands over her.

Temptress gets back to her feet, bending over to grab Angel’s legs. She spreads them far apart, leaping between them, landing her butt onto Angel’s tummy, knocking out whatever wind was left in her body. Temptress scoots up Angel’s body, placing her knees over Angel’s shoulders, sitting on Angel’s chest and pulling Angel’s legs towards her head. Eric gets down to the mat, counting the pin, one, two, three.

The crowd roars, as another chant of “Take it off! Take it off!” starts again. Temptress smiles, knowing she only needs one more pinfall to win, since Angel will be naked. She gets up, heading back to her corner. Angel gets up a little more slowly, with the chant ringing in her head. Once at her corner, she slips her thong panties down her legs, throwing them to the side, leaving her completely naked, much to the delight of the male crowd.

The sound of the bell rings for the third and possible deciding round. Temptress comes out of her corner, full of confidence, hardly having broken a sweat. The two ladies circle each other. Angel offers her weak arm to Temptress, but it is only bait and Temptress falls for it. Angel goes for a double-leg takedown, dropping Temptress to her back. Locking both calves in her arms, Angel plants her feet in the mat, starting to rotate on the spot, swinging Temptress round and round in the middle of the ring. Suddenly, Angel lets go and Temptress lands with a hard thud on the mat.

Angel bends over, grabbing Temptress by her blonde locks, picking her up and dragging her to the corner. She slams Temptress’ head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd picks up fast, counting each slam, “Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.”

Using her good shoulder, Angel rams it into Temptress’ spine. She squeals in pain, as another shoulder block drives into her back. Before Temptress can even recover from that, Angel slides her arm between Temptress’ legs, lifting her up off the canvas across her shoulders into a backbreaker, placing her hand across Temptress’ chin. Angel walks over more towards the middle of the ring, bouncing her opponent, much to the delight of the crowd as they watch Angel’s tits bounce.

Suddenly, Angel simply drops her opponent’s body to the mat. Temptress lands on her stomach with a loud splat. Angel turns around to pick up her opponent’s legs, bending them back, locking them to her side and placing her knee on Temptress’ spine, she has the Boston Crab locked in. Temptress immediately taps out, fearing more damage to her aching back.

Another chant of “Take it off! Take it off!” echoes in the room. Angel’s naked body glistens with sweat. Temptress crawls back to her corner, holding her back. The crowd is still chanting in anticipation. Temptress removes her red latex bikini top, dropping it to the floor outside the ring, unashamed of being naked, showing off her firm breasts.

Both women are starting to feel the effects of the match on their exquisite bodies. They circle out, with Angel seemingly catching a second wind, she sneaks behind Temptress with a waist lock, turning it quickly into a full nelson. Temptress struggles to break free of Angel’s grip, but Angel pushes Temptress into the corner, ramming her firm tits into the top turnbuckle. Temptress is helpless to stop Angel from mashing her breasts in the turnbuckle. Another ten count erupts from the crowd. Angel parades her weakened opponent, letting the ref get an up-close and personal view of Temptress’ mangled mammaries.

Angel tosses her to the mat, landing on her battered chest. Angel leaps onto her sore back, planting her feet at Temptress’ side, she drapes Temptress’ arms over her thighs. Instead of lacing her fingers under her opponent’s chin, to complete the Camel Clutch, she slides her hands under Temptress’ chest, grabbing an equal amount of breast flesh in her hands and squeezing as she leans back. Ref, albeit a little stunned by the move he is seeing, asks, “Do you give?”

“I give! I give!” Temptress screams out.

Angel drops her beaten opponent, as another chant of “Take it off! Take it off!” works its way around the room. Angel heads back to her corner, fully confident she can take the last fall. Temptress has trouble crawling back to her corner with her back and chest extremely sore from the beating. But she knows she has to suck it up in order to win the match. She unties the string to her red latex bottom, leaving her stark naked. The crowd applauds the two naked combatants.

The sound for the bell rings for the fifth and deciding round. No matter who wins, the crowd is the real winner, along with the lucky ref. Both naked ladies circle out, staring at each other waiting for the first move. Temptress tries to grab Angel’s bad arm, but Angel won’t let her. On the second try, Temptress fakes in order to deliver a knee into Angel’s tummy, knocking her to her knees. Temptress clamps her thighs around Angel’s head in a standing headscissors. Angel slaps at Temptress’ thighs, trying to pry herself free.

Angel tries to lift her opponent off the mat, straining to get up and over into a back body drop, but Temptress grabs hold of Angel’s thighs, trying to bring her down into a sunset flip pin combination. Angel loses her balance, falling backwards to the mat. Temptress places her heels atop Angel’s shoulders, holding her legs, pinning her down. Eric slides to the mat, counting one, with Temptress struggling to hold on. Eric’s hand comes down a second time, and Temptress strains. Angel knocks Temptress’ head with her legs, breaking the pin just before Eric’s hand hit the mat for a third time. A loud “TWO!” is uttered from the crowd.

Angel picks herself back up, while Temptress tries to shake out the cobwebs from her head. Angel bends over, grabbing her opponent’s ankle and then dropping an elbow onto Temptress’ knee. She drops a second and a third elbow, each one taking more energy to get up. But Angel can feel the damage is already done, she twirls her finger in the air, signaling the end is near. She twists around Temptress’ leg, but her opponent catches her by her long blonde locks, rolling Angel up into an inside cradle. Eric is slow to react, as he slides to the mat, counting one. Temptress struggles mightily to hang on to an equally struggling Angel. The ref slaps the mat a second time. Temptress tries to maintain the pin, but Angel rolls out of it, again just before the ref reaches three. The crowd, totally into the match, shouts out another “TWO!”

Temptress is still on the mat, clutching her sore knee. Angel is back on the attack, stomping Temptress’ side. One guy screams out, “Stomp her liver out.” To which it draws a laugh from all the other guys. Angel moves her stomping down to the bad knee, once again grabbing Temptress’ leg, dragging her back to the middle of the ring. She spins around her opponent’s bad leg and then drapes her other leg over Temptress’ ankle, completing the figure-four leg lock. Temptress screams in pain as her knee feels on fire. To add to the torment, Angel extends her inner leg towards Temptress’ crotch, using her foot to stimulate her opponent sexually. Angel also pushes her arms up and down to apply more pressure. “Pain or pleasure?” Angel taunts the Temptress, continuing her crotch foot massage.

The ref checks on Temptress, “Do you want to give?”

Unable to hold out any longer, Temptress taps the mat, giving her submission. Angel untangles her legs from Temptress, picking herself up off the mat. She plants her foot into Temptress’ tummy, as Eric raises her good arm in victory. “Good always triumphs over evil.” Angel declares.

She turns to the ref, whispering, “I’m actually the naughty angel, let us take care of that bulge for you in the back.”

Eric, having gotten over his embarrassment, looks on with mouth agape at the body of the victorious blonde, fully knowing he would love to go a round or two with her. “Guys, what happens at the bachelor party, stays at the bachelor party right?” Eric asks his friends.

“Right!” they all shout out in unison. Angel helps Temptress off the mat, going to the back. Eric soon follows them, disappearing behind the black curtain…