Sinful Serinda 844-33-CANDY (844-332-2639), ext. 394
Gianna 844-33 CANDY (844-332-2639) ext. 355
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!” How in the hell did I get myself into this? This was really supposed to just be my girl, Gianna and I moving out to New York to escape the boringness of our home towns. “In the red corner, originally from sunny California…” Was he talking about me? I had spaced out, I was barely paying attention and was so nervous. It all happened so fast. Originally we just couldn’t afford the apartment. Next thing you know, Gianna and I are remodeling the living room and having sexy wrestling matches to a crowded room full of horny guys! Who the hell does this? Let me give you a quick rundown on how we got here.
The bills were stacking up. The rent was late, and the landlord was furious It was just a few weeks, but he didn’t care. We sat staring at the eviction warning. Unable to focus, I just turned on the TV to break the silence. The first thing that came on the TV was wrestling. I hadn’t watched wrestling in years. Gianna was all about it, though. She proceeded to regale me tales of her having an all teen girl wrestling match with the other Candy girls. We giggled as we drank, finally unwinding some – but our problems were still there. We needed a solution.
“Hey, wait a sec.” Gianna quipped. “How about us?” I quirked an eyebrow, bewildered. “Maybe we can get desperate guys to watch us wrestle. Yeah!! We’ll charge admission!!” She was waaay into it, now. I was still unsure, though.
“Time out. So, let me get this straight.” I interjected. “You want us to promote a sexy girl on girl wrestling match. You want to charge guys to watch us beat each other up..” Gianna interrupted me.
“It’s all fake, Serinda! Watch those guys on TV, they never thump each other. And the guys are there for the titties and ass, right? We just roll around, pull each other’s clothes off, throw in a rub and a moan here and there. We’ll be rich!” I exhaled as I attempted to process this all.
“You want us to promote a sexy girl on girl wrestling match?”
“So, we fake play around. The guys pay us money, and we make rent.” I thought it over a bit. I mean, she had a point. It’s a minimal investment with time and maximum profit. “We could also charge for drinks, couldn’t we. I’ve got a subbie who’d fly in and tend bar for us.” I giggled at how doting to his Mistress he was. Looking around our living room, I seriously started to think we may be able to do this. “Ok, let’s get a plan going. You seem to know what the guys will like, so maybe you can work promotion?” Gianna let out a playful squeak and bounced clapping, her tits about falling out of her top.
“Oh, this is going to be so awesome!! I’ll be just like Jimmy Hart!! I’ll get a megaphone and shout at people and…”
“Whoa whoa whoa, do you want the cops to notice? I’m sure there’s some law somewhere about people not doing exactly what we’re trying to do. No, let’s keep this quiet. Maybe some fliers in all the right places. We need to figure out when we’re going to do this, also. And… and where?” I realized that was what was going to fuck us over. “Damn. We’ll have to rent like… a school gym or something. Damn it, there’s no time. Captain Letdown is going to want his money and we’ll be out on our asses before we can get a place. Fuck!” Yeah, this wasn’t going to work. We had been beaten. I whispered “fuck it” as I stood up to go pack my bags.
“What about here?” Gianna said. Now she was out of her mind. I get that she was excited, but I had to talk her off the ledge. What she was proposing would be a disaster.
I was waiting for someone to jump out and say “It’s just a prank!!” but it never happened. There was no going back.
“So you’re telling me that you want to invite a trove of horny, inebriated men into our loft apartment, without the landlord noticing, or the cops… so we can have a wrestling match.” Gianna smiled and nodded like it was Christmas. I looked towards where I imagined a hidden camera was stashed in our apartment. There was no fucking way this was real. I was waiting for someone to jump out and say “It’s just a prank!!” but it never happened. There was no going back. “Ok, you get fliers made. I’m going to work on making something we can wrestle on.” Gianna let out a happy “squee!” again and ran off to work.
I kept telling myself “One night, what could possibly go wrong?” If I only knew. With that, I started calling around to see if I could find some old stripper poles to use as ring posts.
Serinda Gianna
(844-332-2639) (844-332-2639)
ext 394 ext 355