IFWF Match: Ginny McKay vs. Felicia "Succubus" Crowley by Nari
The IFWF-arena if completely sold out once again and there is a lot of noise during the 
break while the crowd awaits the next match. Fans are waving signs that say things like 
"Bombshell, you can shell-shock me anytime", "I want to go back to school with Bad Ass", 
"Honey, won't you be my Bride?" or "Don't be so demure, Elise!" as well as other, less 
original, things. The cameraman films fans buying refreshments, a shameless plug for 
Worthington Beer and Wildcat soda, sponsors of the IFWF. 
Justine: Welcome, wrestling fans, I am Justine Hutchinson and this is my co-commentator 
Albert Hall. For the next match, parental discretion is advised, for when Felicia "Succubus" 
Crowley meets Ginny McKay, chances are there will be some nudity.
Albert: What do you mean, "some" nudity!? Ginny's as notorious for going topless as the 
Succubus is for untopping her opponent. I'm already looking forwards to seeing those 
luscious orbs and - if we're lucky, we'll see both pair. This match could be nicknamed the 
'Battle of the Breasts.'
Justine: I sure hope not, Albert, I sure hope not. Both woman have exactly the same height, 
standing at 5'9, but Crowley has to give about 15 pounds to Ginny.
Albert: Why does she had to give my favorite redhead more weight? Last time I've seen her 
she had gained a bit already and I don't think Felicia should lose any, it would take away 
from her cuddly curves.
Justine (undeterred at Albert's bad attempt at humor): With Felicia about half the age of 
Ginny, the length of the match can become quite important as one would expect the younger 
woman to have more stamina, but McKay has surprised friend and foe before when finding 
her second breath. To Ginny's advantage is her great experience, though the ambitious 
youngster is far from being a rookie, and off course the fact that Sunny is expected at 
ringside. Felicia is at odd with about every single wrestler in the league, except maybe her 
tagteam partner 'Bad Ass School Girl', but even there, no love is lost. I'm sure the McKay's 
have analyzed the video of Felicia's demolishing of "Sweet" Honey Bride, especially the part 
where the Succubus takes on two opponents at once. 
Albert: Or in Ginny's case, especially - the part where Honey goes topless.
Justine: You really can't think of anything else, can you?
Albert: Off course I can! I need a beer. Hey, get me a sixpack of Worthington lager.
Justine: And a Wildcat soda for me, please. There, now we have pleased the sponsors, 
maybe it's time to go to the action of the day. I see everything is ready for the first contender 
to arrive.
The sound of Consolidated's "You suck" blares through the arena, and the video screen 
shows pictures of Felicia Crowley in various dominant situations, most notoriously the Full 
Nelson on the topless Honey Bride. As the Succubus enters, pyrotechnics go off, and the 
pictures on the wall alternate with the silhouette of a well-proportioned batwinged woman. 
As usual, Felicia strikes a seductive pose before walking down the ramp, showing off her 
body, clad in a supple black leather top and thong combo and black wrestling boots. 
Looking around at the fans, she starts her usual routine, and selects a young man, pulling 
his face against her crotch as she stands on the bottom guardrail, rubbing herself against 
him. Running to the other side, she chooses a middle-aged man and, slightly pulling down 
her top, buries his face between her breasts. True to tradition, the third fan she selects is a 
woman, a real pretty young thing this time. Grabbing a hold of the girl's head, Felicia kisses 
her hard and deeply, making the fan blush crimson, but leaving her with a big smile and 
starry eyes. Rolling into the ring, she goes to greet her fans in the four corners, climbing up 
to the top of her own corner where she strikes a pose. From the corner post, she does a half 
turn backflip into the ring.
Justine: She already did that in her last match. Apparently she was pleased with the crowds 
response to her little acrobatics, since she had added it again to her routine.
Albert: And does the crowd love it. Felicia is one of their favorites, always getting lots of 
applause.
Justine: Not to mention the booing from about half of the public that doesn't like her 
attitude.
Albert: True, but she leaves nobody unmoved, whether for better or for worse. Then again, 
Ginny McKay might give her a good run for her money where popularity is concerned. The 
people just love to see the busty veteran. And the more they see of her, the better they like it. 
And here she comes.
Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison starts up over the sound system while the video screen shows 
highlights of Ginny's earlier matches. Ginny's wearing a leopard print mini-thong bikini 
which is three small patches of thin cloth. One in front held up by a string between their 
legs and around the hips with matching triangles of cloth on her breasts that barely cover 
the front of her bulging breasts. These cups are held together by a string around her back 
over the shoulders and back to the cups. In that minimal outfit, it's easy to see the extra 
weight on her big body, the swell of a soft fleshy bulge below her belly button is deeply 
creased by the waistband of her thong and her butt jiggles the way it never used to when she 
was in top condition. She's barefooted. At her side is her daughter Sunny McKay, the IFWF 
TV Champion. Sunny's wearing her championship belt over a black leather micro, mid-calf 
black boots and a white knit tube top.
Albert: What has happened to Ginny? She used to be a babe, but now, she's a few pounds 
overweight, and does it show. 
Justine: She looks somewhat nervous to me, watching Felicia's usual sneering smile. If this 
fight was all about arrogance, we'd know the winner right here, but to Felicia's misfortune, 
wrestling is all about skill. And I'd clearly chose Ginny in that department. This is no green, 
easily intimidated rookie, but one of the most experienced women in the league.
In the ring, Felicia scowls at Ginny, clearly not happy with the redheads more revealing 
costume. She walks up to Ginny, who, noticing the Succubus' displeasure, flashes a smile of 
herself, and goes out to meet Felicia Crowley in the middle of the ring. Felicia stands 
straight backed, her breasts thrust out prominently. Ginny copies her pose as the two go eye 
to eye and chest to chest in a psychological showdown, only a hair's breadth separating their 
torso's. 
Albert: Nice! Very nice. They are apparently trying to psyche each other out. I really 
wonder who has the bigger pair? I'm not sure, but maybe Ginny's slightly bigger there.
Justine: Well, they're just standing there, waiting to see who will be the first to look away or 
initiate contact. The referee has called for the bell, so we're off, but they're not moving yet.
For a while, they just stand there, both looking for discomfort in the other's eyes. The 
crowds starts to become restless at this apparent stand-off. Then, without warning, Ginny 
moves, putting a surprised Felicia in a headlock. The blonde reacts, managing to throw the 
redhead into the ropes, standing ready to drop her with a clothesline. The move never 
connects however, as Ginny ducks beneath the outstretched arm, using her momentum to 
rebound out of the ropes on the other side and jumping into the air, both feet connecting 
with Felicia's chest in a dropkick. The move is so powerful that the blonde is literally lifted 
from her feet and thrown into the ropes before falling down. Felicia is clutching her chest in 
pain. Ginny doesn't allow her time to recover, but drops down on top of the blonde, sending 
the air from her lungs, and seating herself upon Felicia's stomach, one leg on either side of 
the blonde's body, pushing her shoulders down.
Albert: And a lightning start here from Ginny McKay that leads to a pinfall already.
One
Tw...
The Succubus manages to get one shoulder up, but discovers to her dismay that it is far less 
easy to dislodge Ginny. Trying to use her power against the weight of her opponent proves 
hard due to the wrong angle and complete lack of leverage.
Justine: That's Ginny's experience showing. She's using her strengths, and making an asset 
out of a liability.
Sunny looks very pleased, getting the crowd to clap for her mother. Felicia frantically tries 
to get free, but Ginny easily controls the squirming blonde, grabbing one flailing arm, and 
twisting it, putting pressure on the shoulder and elbow. Showing a starting panic, the 
Succubus uses her free hand to jab a finger into one of the redhead's eyes. The illegal and 
highly dangerous move causes Ginny to release the armlock, allowing Felicia to topple the 
distracted older beauty.
Justine: And that cheating move gets Felicia out. The referee doesn't look too pleased about 
it, giving Crowley a stern warning.
With the blonde's attention focused on the referee, Ginny, clearly none too pleased herself 
moves into position, learning Felicia how to do a somersault using a snapmare. As the 
blonde once again finds herself down, the redhead, chest heaving with the effort, already 
locks on a standing armbar on the same arm she worked on earlier. The younger blonde 
tries to stand, but finds out the wily veteran controls the situation, keeping her down in an 
awkward position.
Felicia felt mangled already. How had that damned redhead managed to control her so 
easily. This couldn't be happening. No over the top, overweight bitch could be controlling 
her. Pushing back the rising panic, she stretched her leg, just reaching the ropes. There that 
should do the trick. But then, her foot dropped from the rope. Huh? What happened?
Albert: And Sunny pulls away the rope before the referee notices Felicia's foot on the 
bottom rope. The Succubus is flailing her leg to get it back into those ropes, but Ginny's 
noticed what she's up to, and trying to drag her further to the middle of the ring. 
Justine: But Crowley gets her foot back on the rope, and the referee orders the break, and 
Ginny complies. 
The two wrestlers regain their feet, Ginny closing in to bring her opponent down again. 
Felicia however has other ideas, slamming her fist into the redhead's stomach, setting the 
flesh there in a jiggling motion. She repeats the move a few times, bending over a suddenly 
sweat-slicked McKay. 
Justine: Closed fists. Another illegal move. 
Standing, Felicia grabs Ginny's arm and whips her into the ropes, clotheslining her down 
on the rebound. She follows up with an elbow drop that once again targets the stomach, 
then a leg drop to the chest. Seeing her opponent winded, she runs to the corner, and climbs 
up to the top rope, ready for a body splash from the top rope. Noticing her mother 
predicament, Sunny pulls Felicia's feet from under her, making the blonde drop down 
crotch first onto the top turnbuckle. She gives a muffled cry, just hanging there.
Albert: OUCH! That must have hurt. 
The referee yells at Sunny McKay to stay out of the fight, while Felicia drops down from 
her seat into the ring, both hands clutching her injured area. Ginny easily pulls up the 
blonde, slamming her back first into the turnbuckles, where Crowley remains hanging, 
arms on the top rope, looking dizzy. Ginny takes a small run, jumping up for a body splash.
Albert: No! The Succubus saw it coming, and jumped, or better stumbled, out of the way. 
My favorite redhead is down, having driven herself into that corner post. Felicia goes back 
up the ropes...and here comes Sunny!
From up the top rope, Felicia Crowley jumps. Not inside the ring, but outside, onto a 
surprised Sunny. The far heavier Succubus slams the slender McKay down to the thin mats 
covering the concrete, then rains a flurry of close-fisted blows down on the youngest 
McKay. 
Justine: Felicia Crowley is getting her revenge for the earlier interference. I do doubt that's a 
smart move, however. She had a good chance to go after Ginny, but McKay is already 
standing again inside the ring. The referee is counting. Crowley has to be careful not to get 
counted out.
As if acting on cue, the Succubus releases the TV-champion, and rolls back into the ring. 
Straight into a stomp by Ginny. Felicia's movement halted, Ginny McKay splashes down on 
the blonde, once again straddling her, while putting Felicia's face into her bosom. 
Albert: Breast smother. What I wouldn't give to take Felicia's place in this instant. 
Felicia found herself trapped once again, her head between Ginny's ample breasts, cutting of 
the air to her lungs. She knew she was in big trouble, unless? Remembering her research, 
she desperately tried the only tactic she could come up with. Letting her tongue slip out of 
her mouth, she started licking Ginny's breasts. She felt the redhead stiffen immediately, and 
heard a gasp, whether in surprise or pleasure, she couldn't say. Using her abdominal 
muscles, she started to squirm underneath Ginny's straddle, pressing as close to the lightly 
flammable woman as she could. The edges of her vision were already turning black, gray 
diamond shapes before her eyes. But the moves were helping. She felt Ginny's firm grip 
loosen, felt more then heard the quickening intake of breath, felt the reaction of the luscious 
redhead's body against her own. Then she could gulp in some much needed breath. Having 
broken the hold, she could have stopped then and there, but Ginny wasn't the only one 
letting her body run away with her. Excited by her success, Felicia's mouth went for Ginny's 
stiff nipples under their flimsy cloth protection, all the while continuing to move her lower 
abdomen, rubbing it against the hotness that was Ginny's body. 
Justine: What the hell? Is she doing what I think she's doing???
Albert: Yes! Yes, it sure looks like it. Well, with two of the most daring and erotic wrestlers 
in the league in that ring together, I was hoping something like this would be happening. 
Outside the ring, Sunny McKay looks on in dismay at the events inside. Knowing her 
mother's weak spot, she had been on the lookout for something like this. But something 
wasn't right. The Succubus should have been easily able to get out and take control, yet, she 
remained where she was. With growing anger, Sunny realized Felicia didn't intend to stop 
until .. In a flash, she rolled into the ring, the flustered referee not even trying to stop her. 
Albert: Oh come on Sunny, let your mother have her fun.
Sunny didn't hear Albert, and if she had, it wouldn't have made any difference. Rolling 
Ginny of Felicia, she almost pulled the unresisting redhead out of the ring to give her a 
chance to recover. Felicia Crowley stayed where she was laying, her breath coming to fast, 
eyes half closed. With something akin to a sigh, she rolled over, looking at Ginny with 
clearly mixed emotions in her eyes.
Ginny, outside the ring, felt weak from excitement. She realized how close it had been, and 
while part of her was glad to have been spared the indignity, another part of her felt regret. 
With Sunny talking to her, she tried to get her focus back to the match. 
Justine: Good, now that the porn show is over, we might be able to get back to wrestling. 
Good think we gave that parental discretion warning about this match. 
Albert: You don't believe it's over, do you? Look at the way those two are watching each 
other. You can feel the tension between them, it's almost visible. As soon as they will lock 
up again, they'll get at it again. 
Justine: Oh great, let those two go get a hotel room or something, but for heaven's sake, let 
this match be over soon. I think I'm going to be sick if I have to watch those two misplaced 
whores any longer.
Albert: Hold it, you can't talk like that about two of the greatest superstars of the IFWF. 
They are professional athletes of great skill and beauty.
Justine: I just wished they would act as professional as you claim they are.
In the ring, Felicia was motioning to Ginny to enter again. The veteran wearily eyed the 
youngster, too experienced to fall into a trap. Clearly flustered by the distrust, the blonde 
took a few steps back, allowing Ginny McKay to slip into the ring.
Justine: Surprising. No sneak attack. And Ginny looks all recovered. Maybe we'll get a 
match now after all.
The two opponents circle each other, looking for an opening, almost simultaneously, the 
jump towards one another for a lock-up. For a few seconds, neither can gain the advantage, 
but then the heavier redhead leans into the move, forcing the blonde backwards towards the 
corner. A look of amazement can be seen on Felicia's face, as she's unused at being 
overpowered. With her concentration gone for a split second, Ginny's experience cums into 
play again, using the momentary inattentiveness to put Felicia in a bearhug, trapping both 
of the blonde's arms against her sides. 
With a grunt of effort, Ginny lifts Felicia of the floor. The Succubus isn't really a 
lightweight however, and feeling her balance slip, threatening to have her fall on her back, 
the redhead drops her adversary back down, while maintaining the pressure on her ribcage. 
The move crushes both of their chests together, and a bit of both women's breasts can be 
soon oozing out to the sides. It is clear Ginny McKay is inflicting some damage, for the 
Succubus' face is distorted in pain. A tortured grunt escapes the blonde's lips. She tries to 
knee Ginny between the legs, but soon realizes a low blow is out of the question. With a 
warcry that reverberates through the arena, the blonde smashes her head forwards, 
headbutting Ginny into the face. This breaks the bearhug, as both wrestlers seem a bit 
woozy on their feet, and two pair of hands are holding two faces. 
Albert: Hey, Felicia is using her head.
Justine: What? An attempt at humor that doesn't involve profanity? I must be dreaming.
The blonde is the first to recover and jumps up high, knocking Ginny McKay of her feet 
with a dropkick. Rolling back to her feet, she once again jumps up, to drop onto her 
opponent in a body splash. Seeing her chance, she grabs a leg, and pins the stunned 
redhead.
One
Two
Thr...
Sunny is moving to stop the pin, but it's clear she'll be too late, taken by surprise by the 
events. Her intervention isn't needed however, as Ginny manages to kick out just in time. 
While the referee escorts the blonde McKay back out of the ring, Felicia grinds her closed 
fist between Ginny's legs, causing a startled yelp of pain. Before the referee notices her, she 
slams an open palmed hand on the redhead's forehead, a martial arts move meant to stun 
the opponent. Seeing only black before her eyes for a few seconds, Ginny feels she's lifted to 
her feet, then two hands glide over her breasts, grabbing hold of the tiny leopard print 
pieces of fabric that were already losing the fight to contain her glorious orbs. With one 
swift move, the Succubus reduces Ginny's top into its different parts: a few strings and two 
pieces of cloth that drop uselessly to the floor, exposing the redheads heaving bosom. The 
blonde's hands almost caressing as she explores Ginny's mounds and her nipples stand up 
rock hard. She then moves her arms upwards and to the back of Ginny's neck, trapping the 
veteran into a Full Nelson, bending her back so that her victims breasts show even more 
prominently. 
Albert: PUPPIES! Good job, Succubus, show us more.
Justine: It seems as if Crowley is going to make this her trademark move. Sunny is trying to 
get back in the ring to stop this, but the referee is holding her back, unfortunately. And 
Felicia is walking Ginny around the ring, showing her to all sides. There really is no need 
for this, again! 
Albert: The crowd is loving every second of this. And the accredited photographers are 
having the time of their life again. I bet this picture will grace the pages of about every 
wrestling magazine in existence. 
Ginny could do nothing then moan inside the Succubus' grip, her cheeks red from the 
indignation heaped upon her. She'd been stripped before, but this time, the contrast between 
the athletic young blonde dominating her and her own body, once the dream of almost all 
men and more then a few women, but now gone soft and out of shape made her feel 
ashamed. Even worse, the feeling of that lithe body with the hard muscles under the silken 
skin pressed against her, was again arousing her, and all the world could witness it.
Felicia felt her spirits soar. Ginny had been a hard opponent, very skilled despite being a bit 
less then in her best form. She would never admit it, but she'd been weary of this match, 
secretly fearing the veteran's experience might be too much for her, but now, she had 
everything under control. As was happening everytime she dominated her opponent, her 
excitement grew. Her face close to Ginny's neck and hair, she could smell the scent of the 
older woman. Unable to contain herself, she let her tongue slip over the back of the enticing 
redheads neck.
Ginny gasped in shock as she felt Felicia's tongue trace moist lines in her neck. She felt the 
blonde's nipples through the thin supple leather of her top, piecing into the skin of her 
shoulderblades, while the cursed Succubus rocked her from side to side, the motion rubbing 
her butt against?
Outside the ring, Sunny has had enough. Shoving the referee to the side, she kicks Felicia 
in the lower back, pulling her away from her mother. The surprised and aroused blonde 
can't react. Wanting to repay the Succubus for stripping Ginny, Sunny pulls at Felicia's top, 
the knots giving way easily. By then the referee has recovered enough and yells at her, 
threatening to disqualify Ginny if there is any more interference. The younger McKay 
leaves with a smile, taking Felicia's top with her as a trophy.
Albert: Great job by Sunny. Now Felicia's boobs are open for inspection as well. 
Not in the least embarrassed, Felicia nevertheless scowls towards Sunny for daring to spoil 
her fun. Instead of watching Sunny, she should have kept an eye on Ginny, as the blonde 
suddenly bends down from a kick to the stomach, her head getting caught face down 
between Ginny's thighs. In other circumstances, she might have enjoyed it, but when Ginny 
puts her arms around her torso and heaves, the Succubus belatedly realizes what is about to 
come, too late for a counter. The powerbomb slams her back to the canvas, driving all the 
air out of her body, her breasts shuddering like Jell-O from the impact. 
Justine: This one might be over. Ginny didn't let herself be distracted and now she covers.
One
Two
Th...
Just in time, the hurt blonde pulls up a shoulder, not yet ready to give up the match that 
should be her calling card to the league. Still trying to recover, she's once again too late 
what's going on as Ginny grabs her leg and locks on a figure four leglock. The sudden 
pressure on her knee joint makes Felicia scream in pain. The referee checks for submission, 
but despite the obvious agony, the blonde refuses.
Justine: Hmmm, we know that Felicia knows the counter to this move, she used it before, 
but that was against a smaller opponent. I wonder if she will have the endurance and 
strength to pull off a reversal against Ginny McKay. For we know Ginny knows the counter 
to the counter. It will be a matter of biting away the pain and opposing leg strength.
Albert: Well, this move sure gives us a great panoramic view of these women's best assets.
Felicia Crowley tries to turn around and put the pressure of the hold on Ginny McKay. The 
veteran is all to aware of the danger, however, and resists with every ounce of her strength. 
It isn't enough. Despite the pain, Felicia slowly forces the reversal.
Ginny realized she was losing this battle, as the tendons in her knee started to be stretched. 
She cursed her current weakness. This would never have happened when she was in top 
form, but she'd let herself go, and trying to lose those extra pounds had slightly undermined 
her usual strength. Only slightly, but it was the edge she was missing in this match. And 
while she could have afforded it against one of the smaller, technical wrestlers, she couldn't 
afford it against a vicious powerhouse like the Succubus. OOWW! Her knee !
Through a haze of pain, Felicia fought to reverse the figure four. To her surprise, Ginny lost 
ground, and soon, the pain lessened to only horrible. Completing the reversal, she heard 
Ginny cry out in pain. The referee was checking for a submission, but she'd enough abuse to 
her leg.
Albert: What? Felicia Crowley is releasing the hold? I don't get it, she almost had my 
favorite redhead there. 
Justine: Look at the way she's limping away. That exchange took at least as much out of 
Felicia as it did out of Ginny. But McKay looks in bad shape now. She doesn't appear quite 
as resilient as she usually does. She's sweating profusely, and she seems rather out of breath.
In the ring, Ginny is holding herself up by the ropes, trying to recover, while Felicia is 
massaging her hurt leg. Her younger body recuperates far faster then the veteran's, and she 
approaches her exhausted opponent. Grabbing one of Ginny's arms, she whips the older 
McKay backward into a corner; takes a short run and comes down on her in a Body splash!
With a wet thud, two pairs of breasts collide, drawing a pained cry from both of them.
Albert: Ouch! Careful, Felicia. You don't want to hurt those! 
Although her splash variant somewhat backfired, it seems that Ginny got the worst of the 
exchange. The redhead slumps down to a sitting position, back against the turnbuckles, 
gasping for much needed breath. Seeing her opponent in this position, the Succubus smiles, 
and signals to the crowd.
Justine: Oh no! 
Albert: Oh yes! 
Standing over the seated McKay, Felicia bucks her hips, driving her lower abdomen into 
Ginny's face wildly in a Bronco Buster variant, then she slows the movement, just sliding 
the soft leather of her tiny thong into Ginny's face, to whistles and catcalls from the crowd, 
though more then a few people were booing loudly. Taking a hold of Ginny's red hair, the 
Succubus pulled her head even closer, all the way grinding softly, almost tenderly. Outside, 
Sunny was screaming something at Felicia, clearly wanting to stop this, but also 
remembering the referee's warning. It got the blonde's attention though. Angrily, she 
releases Ginny, gliding out of the ring. Straight into Sunny's kick. The enraged younger 
McKay sends a flurry of kicks and punches into Felicia, who's barely able to defend herself. 
Justine: Will Crowley never learn? She's not a bad wrestler, and she could be a very good 
one if she could only clean up her act and remember to concentrate on the match. But she's 
way to easily distracted.
Sunny meanwhile, has launched the Succubus into the guardrail round the ring, the taller 
blonde hanging folded over the cold metal, much to the delight of the ringside fans who 
have an in depth view of her tits, and of the cameramen, who focus on her well-toned ass. 
For good measure, Sunny just spanks Felicia on her bottom with open hand, a move meant 
to humiliate the arrogant taller blonde. Pulling the Succubus off the fence, Sunny prepares 
to set her up for a suplex, but takes a fist in the stomach for her effort. Releasing Felicia, she 
retaliates in kind, starting an exchange of blows and punches. 
Albert: Hey! Maybe Felicia will take Sunny's top as well. 
Justine: If Sunny doesn't change tactic soon, she might. The younger McKay never lacked 
bravery and resilience, but stepping into a brawlfest like that?
Justine's words proof prophetic, as the taller and stronger Felicia's blows break through the 
smaller blondes defense, stunning her. Felicia grabs Sunny, and lifts the younger McKay to 
her shoulders, running her into the corner post lower back first.
Justine: Crowley is out of control again. That move could have broken the TV-champion's 
back. 
Leaving Sunny on the apron, Felicia climbs up herself, checking where Ginny is. Seeing her 
on the other side of the ring, trying to recover, the Succubus hoists Sunny up to the top of 
the cornerpost, climbing up to the third rope herself and lifting the lighter blonde, smiling 
down at Justine and Albert behind their table at ringside. 
Justine: Oh shit! 
Justine, by far the smarter of the two, realizes what's coming, not quite believing it, and 
scrambles out of the way. Albert, maybe distracted by the sight of Felicia's jiggling boobs, 
isn't so quick on the uptake. The flying bodyslam from the top rope onto the commentators 
table catches him by complete surprise. The table almost explodes into pieces under the 
combined weight of the two blondes, leaving Sunny unconscious into Albert's lap and 
Felicia on the floor, curled up in agony.
Justine: Off all the stupid harebrained stunts I've ever seen! That move could have killed 
either of them, and from what I can see almost did. Sunny's breathing, and she starts to 
move, but she seems hurt and Felicia clearly harmed herself. She might have put herself out 
of the match with this stupid high risk maneuver.
The crowd however, doesn't share Justine's feelings, clearly appreciating the spectacular, if 
unnecessary move. Ginny has left the ring, to check on Sunny's condition. Finding her 
wounds just painful, but not serious, she turns towards the downed Succubus. A flash of 
anger crosses her beautiful face, and she picks up the unresisting blonde, grunting with the 
effort as she rolls her into the ring. Climbing back in herself, the crowd reacts 
enthusiastically to the veteran as she motions she'll finish the match. Pulling Felicia to her 
feet with her hair, she whips the blonde into the corner, running in after her. As before, the 
body splash variant has both wrestlers collide chest to chest, their big breasts almost 
flattened against each other. Felicia Crowley cries out in pain, almost going limp. Ginny 
McKay grabs her head and runs her almost to the other side, smashing Felicia facefirst into 
the canvas. Disoriented and barely aware of her surroundings, the blonde can do nothing as 
the luscious redhead drops an elbow into her face. Seeing the Succubus laying there on her 
back, eyes closed, and both hands on her face, Ginny seats herself upon her chest in a 
nonchalant schoolgirl pin, brushing her hair with her hands.
Justine: Lights out for Crowley. That'll teach her to stay on topic.
One...
Ginny felt exhausted. While trying to appear at ease, she realized this couldn't have gone on 
for much longer. Every single muscle and bone inside her body hurt. But despite not being 
in her best form, she had the young blonde beaten. It felt so great.
Two...
From some deep recesses of her mind, Felicia heard the referee counting as if in slow-
motion. She felt the weight on her chest, and her mind immediately told her what to do. If 
only her body would react. While the rest of the world still appeared to go much more 
slowly, she threw up her legs, snaking them around Ginny's torso and pulled.
Thre...
Justine: NO! I can't believe it. Two count! How the hell did Crowley manage that? What's 
this woman made of? Steel? Well, at least the parts that aren't silicone.
Albert (having let go of Sunny at her none to gentle urging, his left cheek still showing a 
red hand imprint): No silicone. Neither Ginny nor Felicia has implants. But that was 
incredible. Is was sure Ginny had the match.
Inside the ring, Ginny could only lay where Felicia's legs had thrown her, looking in utter 
disbelief at the blonde that was rolling away from her, slowly. She knew she should get up 
and finish the blonde now, but she felt empty. She'd given what felt as her last burst of 
energy in the combo that should have finished the youngster. 
Felicia knew she had managed a miracle, but she couldn't move anymore. She felt her body 
shivering, and she knew she was getting into shock. She had to act. She had to move and 
finish this, before she'd be unable to. She'd known Ginny would be a hard opponent, but 
she'd never realized just how demolishing this match was going to be. And Ginny wasn't 
even in her top form. She had to get up, and win. If she didn't, she should just give up her 
title ambitions and accept she'd never be more then a mid-carder. 
Justine: Both wrestlers are lying in the ring, just trying to recover. The crowd is cheering 
and encouraging them. Sunny is yelling something at her mother, some kind of advice or 
encouragement. 
Ginny McKay was older and somewhat out of shape, but Felicia Crowley was hurt, battered 
beyond her usual endurance. It was a close race to get back to their feet. Close, both oh so 
slow. The referee was checking his watch to see if the match hadn't passed the half hour 
limit. It had, but due to a fluke of fate, his watch had stopped when it hit the corner post as 
Sunny had pushed him away, so he allowed the match to go on.
Getting to her hands and knees was torture for Felicia. She crawled towards the ropes. 
Usually, she would have made sure her butt was showing proudly in the air, but now, she 
didn't think about such things. She reached the ropes, and started to pull herself up. 
Ginny saw Felicia move towards the ropes. Summoning every reserve she still had in a body 
that at this moment felt much older then it was, she managed to get on leg under her, then 
to stand. She heard Sunny cheer for her, and that alone gave her extra strength. Unsteadily, 
she moved towards the blonde that tried to stumble towards her. Their eyes met, and for a 
split second, they could see their own emotions reflected in there. Exhaustion, pain, pride, 
suppressed excitement. 
Justine: Well, whatever you can say about these two wrestlers, you just have to admire their 
tenacity. They just don't give up. I never thought to see Ginny last this long in her current 
state, and Felicia must be as tough as nails to get up again. 
Albert: Yes, this is a great match, just as I had predicted. Nothing has been decided yet. 
More falling into one another then attacking, the two opponents pull each other down, 
grappling for leverage, rolling back and forth to gain the dominant top position. Due to 
their war of attrition, their strength has been eroded, and Ginny's extra pounds count. After 
a short tussle, The red-haired veteran finds herself sitting on top of the blonde, who 
stubbornly keeps avoiding being pinned, squirming beneath Ginny, and trying to free 
herself. Is it the exhaustion that makes them even more "flammable" then usual? It sure isn't 
intentional this time, but the movement of their sweaty bodies against one another has a 
visible effect on both of them. The struggle seems to lessen at first, though they continue to 
shift and move, trying to get a better position. On the outside, Sunny McKay bites her lower 
lip in frustration, eyeing the referee. 
Felicia felt a familiar warmth beginning to build. Gasping for breath, she could only shake 
her head in denial. How could this be happening? Here, and now? Still keeping part of her 
mind on the task at hand, she made sure not to let both of her shoulders to the mat, but it 
was hard to concentrate. One of Ginny's legs had ended up between hers, and vice versa, 
and thighs were rubbing against the closest sensitive area. Their breasts moved on the 
rhythm of the hastening breathing, hard, erect, but sensitive nipples moving against soft, 
yielding flesh. 
Ginny had a flashback to some of her other matches. She'd dreaded this possibility, which 
would usually leave her open and vulnerable. As she felt Felicia's leg pressing against her, 
she couldn't help moaning in pleasure. An all to familiar weakness gripped her body, and 
then she forgot where she was, forgot everything except?
Felicia tried to hold back, but the effort was in vain. She screamed.
Justine: Jezus! 
Albert: ... (speechless for once) 
Ginny McKay just lay there, half draped over the blonde's body, eyes closed. She felt Felicia 
move, and roll her over. She didn't care. Felicia rolled Ginny, weak as a kitten, over and 
just flopped on the redhead. She heard the shocked referee start to count.
One...
Two...
Nobody had ever accused Felicia of being descent, or honorable, so it surprised even herself 
when she rolled off the unresisting McKay. Not like this. It wasn't right. Catching her 
breath, Felicia went to her feet again.
Felicia: Come on, honey, we have a match to finish here. Let's do this in style.
Ginny couldn't believe what her ears had registered. Spared the ultimate indignity, she went 
to her feet again, although her body was vehemently protesting this next abuse. 
Justine: I don't believe this! Still they go on? 
The whole arena had fallen silent by now, erupting in loud approval as the two locked up 
what would probably be one last time. This was it. This was were the last of their reserves 
would be brought into play to decide the match. Struggling for whatever they were still 
worth, both tried to gain the advantage, Ginny wanting to get them down to the mat, where 
she could use her weight-advantage, Felicia wanting to get them into the ropes or the 
corner. With a mighty heave, and a primordial cry, the Succubus manages to launch the 
veteran redhead into ropes. As Ginny gets catapulted back out, Felicia, using her 
momentum, lifts her, and slams her to the mat in a bodyslam.
Ginny knew this was the end. She couldn't lift a finger anymore. She'd fought so hard, and 
she'd been so close to the victory that would show all those big mouthed youngsters who still 
was the real star of the league. She felt Felicia pull up her legs, and press her shoulders to 
the mat. She tried to resist, but her tired muscles had turned to mush. 
One...
Felicia felt Ginny's resistance ebb, the look in her eyes showing defeat. It should have made 
her ecstatic, as it usually did. But now, she just wanted this to be over.
Two...
Three!!!!
Justine: And Felicia Crowley manages a win over Ginny McKay after a long and grueling 
match marred by a few rather disgusting moments.
Albert: This was the match of the century, no, of the Millennium!
Justine: Albert, the century and the Millennium are only a few months old, and besides, you 
say the same thing after each match in which someone goes topless. 
True to form, Felicia slowly crawls on Ginny's body, apparently going for a facesit. She 
seems to change her mind however, and gets up, pulling Ginny to her feet with her. As they 
are standing there, leaning close, Felicia whispers something even Sunny, coming to help 
her mother can not hear.
Felicia: If your interested, darling, you know which locker room is mine. 
Putting up one closed fist, the Succubus stumbles back to the back, to tired to acknowledge 
the fans anymore, even though the arena is trembling on its foundations from the cheering 
crowd, a crowd that shows as much appreciation as the McKay walk back half a minute 
later. 
Winner: Felicia "Succubus" Crowley by pinfall.