Re: Carol Carter vs. Sheila Morgan - Where The Wild Things Are
Posted: Sat May 04, 2024 3:03 pm
God, Sheila loved this job, sometimes. Hell, most times, really.
Days like this, she tried to picture herself in some boring 9-to-5, holding it down at a desk, a pencil pusher in a cubicle somewhere, another cog in the machine, and she just couldn't fathom it. Nothing else in the world did it for her like wrestling. Nothing else even came close. Where else could you get in a fight with someone in a bedroom, start off scratching each other’s eyeballs out, then end it with a heavy fuckfest? It left her supremely satisfied, feeling that post-coital bliss, and all she wanted to do in the moment was bask in the post-coital bliss.
She opened her mouth to answer Carol’s question, when the referee got between them, waving her arms, all done up in hysterics. ”Hey! Hey! You can’t just…leave! The match is doesn’t yet, it wasn’t victory by orgasm.”[/color]
Sheila stared at her and blinked. ”And?”
”...and if you leave you’ll both be disqualified. The match will get thrown out.”
”And?”
The referee just stood there, slackjawed, giving her the craziest look, but Sheila couldn't have possibly given less of a shit. So what is she had a draw? She didn’t care much about this match, anyway, and it wasn’t like she was in the running for a title shot or anything anytime soon. Her reputation was more than capable of taking the hit. ”Eh, not much into ‘planning’. More of a here-and-now person. Buy me dinner, see pops off.”
With that settled, she picked up what was left of her clothes and headed for the door, more than ready to get out of this room and head to someplace with much less pink.
Days like this, she tried to picture herself in some boring 9-to-5, holding it down at a desk, a pencil pusher in a cubicle somewhere, another cog in the machine, and she just couldn't fathom it. Nothing else in the world did it for her like wrestling. Nothing else even came close. Where else could you get in a fight with someone in a bedroom, start off scratching each other’s eyeballs out, then end it with a heavy fuckfest? It left her supremely satisfied, feeling that post-coital bliss, and all she wanted to do in the moment was bask in the post-coital bliss.
She opened her mouth to answer Carol’s question, when the referee got between them, waving her arms, all done up in hysterics. ”Hey! Hey! You can’t just…leave! The match is doesn’t yet, it wasn’t victory by orgasm.”[/color]
Sheila stared at her and blinked. ”And?”
”...and if you leave you’ll both be disqualified. The match will get thrown out.”
”And?”
The referee just stood there, slackjawed, giving her the craziest look, but Sheila couldn't have possibly given less of a shit. So what is she had a draw? She didn’t care much about this match, anyway, and it wasn’t like she was in the running for a title shot or anything anytime soon. Her reputation was more than capable of taking the hit. ”Eh, not much into ‘planning’. More of a here-and-now person. Buy me dinner, see pops off.”
With that settled, she picked up what was left of her clothes and headed for the door, more than ready to get out of this room and head to someplace with much less pink.