Hot Times and Introductions in the Queens Arena
The Queens Arena was a hot mess, literally. Temperatures in New York City had surpassed 100 again, and the HVAC system could not keep up with the heat. One thing was guaranteed. Tonight’s matches would be sweaty as fuck.
The sweltering atmosphere did not stop the audience from clapping loudly as announcer Vern Wonder stepped into the ring and reached upwards for the mic. "WELCOME HEELS AND JOBBERS OF QUEENS!” Wonder shouted into his mic, “OR SHOULD I SAY, ‘WELCOME ALL YOU QUEENS!’ WE HAVE A SPECIAL UNDERCARD MATCH FOR YOU!!!”
Wonder wiped his dripping brow with a handkerchief while the the crowd laughed. He continued, “TONIGHT OUR DEAR PROMOTER, THE FABULOUS VIXEN, DEVIOUS DIVA, AND BUXOM BEAUTY—DELILAH DELOVELY—WILL ENTER THE SQUARED CIRCLE TO FACE NONE OTHER THAN FORMER PROMOTER DANDY DAWSON!!!”
Boos broke out at the mention of Delilah’s name and only grew louder when Wonder referred to Dawson. Neither the current nor former promoter was popular. That said, a few in the crowd held signs that said “Welcome Back Dandy!” and “Dawson is Awesome!”
Vern added, “AND ON THE LINE TONIGHT IS THE PROMOTER POSITION ITSELF. THE WINNER WILL BE THE TRI-STATE WRESTLING FED PROMOTER GOING FORWARD!!!”
No one had expected such stakes, and there were audible gasps from the crowd, followed by sudden chants of “DD’s Bitch!” which could have been directed at either Delilah DeLovely or Dandy Dawson.
All remembered that Dandy—the night he quit as promoter—had been forced to wear the silver sequined jock strap with “DD’s Bitch” emblazoned in black on the front pouch. Sure enough the TV monitors on the scoreboard hanging from the roof of the auditorium came to life and displayed pictures of Dandy in the same jock sucking on DeLovely’s 11” black spear. This occurred moments after he had been fucked by her and quit, causing laughter in the crowd.
“WE WILL NEVER FORGET THAT SCENE!” proclaimed Wonder as he wiped his brow again. “BUT BEFORE WE INTRODUCE OUR COMBATANTS, LETS GIVE A BIG WELCOME TO THE ULTIMATE TOP WHO WILL REFEREE BOTH MATCHES TONIGHT!"
Boos and jeers broke out among the crowd, but Donald Livingston, who was leaning against the ropes, only smirked.
“OH, AND FANS, THE ULTIMATE TOP HAS ANOTHER NAME,” Vern said over the cacophony of noise, “WE ALSO CALL HIM ‘MR. BIG’!”
The name certainly fit. Standing 6’8” and weighing 325 pounds, the bald UltimateTop was dressed in his white singlet with black piping and size 15 combat boots. His huge belly hid the front of his bulge.
He had been surprised when DeLovely suddenly agreed to wrestle Dawson--even more surprised she was putting up her position as TSWF promoter. He'd asked Phillip about it, but the Champ brushed his question aside.
Now, Donald was a little concerned that Delilah's promise of a title match for him against BlackAlpha was in jeopardy. He might have to put his pudgy fingers on the scale during the undercard match to ensure DeLovely's victory over silver-haired Dawson. Worst case, though, he’d still have financial leverage over Dandy should he win. The TSWF needed Mr. Big’s big investment.
“SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADIEU," Wonder intoned, "LET ME FIRST INTRODUCE THE CHALLENGER HIMSELF,” Wonder intoned, “HE STANDS AT 6’1” AND WEIGHS 185 POUNDS…READY TO ELIMINATE THE RECENT OVER-ABUNDANCE OF ESTROGEN IN THE TSWF…I GIVE YOU OUR SILVER FOX, THE ONE AND ONLY…DADDY DANDY DAWSON!!!”
The curtains at the back of the arena parted and there stood Dawson, clad only in the famous silver sequined jock strap with "DD's Bitch" printed on the front pouch and silver boots with black laces. He smiled and raised his arms in a double bi-flex, which exposed his cropped dirty blonde pit hair. His 18” biceps bulged. His smooth 46” pecs appeared to be oiled up. The outline of the mushroom head of his 7.5” perfectly shaped cock could be seen, pressing against the fabric of the jock. His bare ass cheeks were round and firm.
The crowd could not contain itself. They were laughing and pointing at the former promoter—humiliated by his revealing gear at the very start of the match. Dawson paid them no mind and marched towards the ring. He walked up the metal stairs and stepped between the top and middle ropes. He mouthed "Miss me?" repeatedly to the fans.
"AND FINALLY, GENTS, SHE NEEDS NO INTRODUCTION. SHE IS THE PROMOTER OF OUR FEDERATION. ACCOMPANIED BY OUR CURRENT CHAMP…STANDING 6'2" AND WEIGHING 215 POUNDS, LET’S GIVE A WARM QUEENS WELCOME TO THE ALWAYS DELIGHTFUL... MISS DE-LI-LAH DE-LOVE-LY!!!"
Cheers and jeers greeted the announcement. The curtains parted and DeLovely walked forward. Gasps broke out at the sight of her black thong and its pouch that barely contained her horse-sized black cock.
Her swaying dick head pointed downwards. All knew that her dick got wider closer to its base, which made the last few inches difficult for any man to handle—whether by mouth or up an ass.
Behind her was the Champ, Phillip the Philistine. The BlondeAlphaSadist wore his black leather Speedo and black boots. He wasn't wearing his TSWF championship belt, which meant his prodigious bulge was on display pressing into his zippered pouch. His mop of unruly blonde hair with dark roots shimmered under the lights of the locker room. Holding a black flogger in his right hand, Phillip bounced his smooth pecs to the titter of the fans.
Stepping forward, the Champ intwined his left arm with DeLovely’s right, and the two began to walk down the ramp way to both applause and boos. Like a queen, Delilah waved her right hand at the fans.
After three steps, Delilah nearly stumbled. She recovered and began to sashay once more, only to falter again, this time falling to one knee. The crowd began to buzz. What was wrong with the Fabulous Vixen? She said to no one in particular, "It's ok, my cuties...I'm perfectly fine."
Waiting in the ring, Dawson smirked. He caught the eye of the Blonde Alpha Sadist who was grinning and apparently mouthing the word “Xanax” for his benefit.
Dandy was tempted to give the Champ a thumbs up but thought that would be too obvious. Soon Delilah's black thong would be replaced with Dandy's jock, he thought. And everyone would know who was Dandy Dawson's Bitch.
As she and the Champ finally reached the top of the metal steps to the ring, the reigning promoter appeared to be out of breath.
The UltimateTop moved to the corner. He could see that Delilah was unsteady on her feet. He offered, “Let me assist, Miss DeLovely.”
Livingston parted the top and middle ropes. The Fabulous Vixen moved through them clumsily then stood and braced herself against them. She shook her head, apparently trying to clear it of cobwebs.
Phillip followed through the ropes but leaned back against the turnbuckles in DeLovely’s corner, surveying the scene.
Mr. Big reached for her elbow and guided her to center ring. Halfway there, DeLovely stumbled again but was steadied by Livingston. With his free hand, he motioned for a still smirking Dandy Dawson to join them. The crowd had quieted, not knowing what to expect next.
Livingston said, "Miss DeLovely and Daddy Dandy, this is a one fall, no holds barred match. You both know what's on the line. The position of TSWF promoter. I don't plan to interfere, at least not as of now."
“This won't take long," Dawson observed with cocky grin. His eyes were drawn to the bulge in Delilah's black thong. He chuckled, "And that…that thing will prove completely useless tonight."
DeLovely just smiled back, nearly slurring, “Don’t you look fetching Dandy. I love your jock strap. It’s so…perfect on you.”
“You’ll wear it soon enough, Bitch,” Dawson replied.
Livingston motioned for the combatants to move to their corners as the crowd tittered with excitement.
Delilah almost fell once more as she backed up. Dawson stared across at her. He looked supremely confident—a man on the verge of victory—ready to humiliate the Bitch and send her packing.
“Something’s not right,” VinnyMuscleStallion said to BlackAlpha, as the two sitting on a locker room bench watched the introductions via a close circuit monitor.
“Yeah, she’s unsteady on her feet and barely able to talk,” the Ebony Hero responded. “Dawson’s cooked something up.”
“Think so,” the Italian Stallion said. His 8” cut cock had started to swell as he watched Delilah’s black thong barely contain her swinging black spear. Soon it would be in the shape of a baseball bat.
BlackAlpha smirked and covered Vinny’s Speedo-covered bulge with his right hand. “Getting excited, I see,” he said.
DING! DING! DING!
(To be continued.)
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