Scarlet backed away and looked into a different plan of attack. Then, out of nowhere, she whacked you on the side of the head with an open-palm strike! You were slightly dazed, and Scarlet took this opportunity to grab you by the shoulder and push you to the ground. You struggled valiantly but you were soon entangled in her strong, muscular legs. They squeezed at your body like boa constrictors. You moaned and grunted, but there was no way you were getting out of a hold like that. The ref knew she had to stop this or else you'd be struggling all day.
"Okay! That's enough! Winner is Scarlet Kane!" She said.
Scarlet released you from her hold and helped you back to your feet.
"Good match." She said, smiling.
You smiled as well, being a graceful loser.
"Yeah, great match." You said, nodding.
Even though you usually lost, it was sort of nice getting held in Scarlet's legs like that. You always figured that if you were going to be beat up and crushed by something, why not a pretty girl?
Since that was the last match of the day, you and Scarlet went to the showers to get cleaned up. No one really minded you showering with the girls and you didn't mind them seeing your admittedly small penis and balls. Your battle thong got pulled or torn off of you in a lot of your battles, so your naked body was nothing new to them.
You got in a shower stall and started rinsing off. You were coated in both your own and Scarlet's sweat. Just then, a couple of other girls pushed their way into the stall with you. It was Claire Silver and Lisa Lee.
Claire Silver was a tall, busty blonde with curly hair. When she wasn't fighting she wore sunglasses all the time, even at night. Claire was also the Captain of the League since she started it and her dad kept it running. Lisa Lee was another very tall girl, just like everyone else in the league. She had light brown hair that she often decorated with pink ribbons, large perky breasts, and very strong and muscular legs. Soon, Scarlet was in with you and the stall was getting crowded. You awkwardly tried to wash your hair as your elbows rubbed up against your wrestling friends bare breasts.
"So... how's it going, girls?" You said.
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