Pokemon Royal Rumble; Brawl For the Pokeball

Had this one baking for a while as the next step in NES Wrestling, though not positive what’s next for that particular league. Pokemon’s been cranking out more and more waifus as time goes on, so felt like they had a place in the league. Rather than settle on who to use, I realized I never wrote a Royal Rumble style match; where fighters come in over a period of time and fuck you if you’re the first one in the ring. I genuinely used random numbers to generate the order of entry, and a keen eye can probably see my tier list based on how long each fighter stays in the ring.

The NES wrestling league had been expanding by the day, sorting through its many acquisitions. Bowser had just gotten around to sorting through all the ladies of Pokemon after the last few games seemed focused on cranking out waifus. Having heard of it working well in older leagues, Bowser snatched up what he figured to be the best of the gym leaders and Elite Four and the like and booked them in a royal rumble. He called it the Brawl for the Pokeball!

The arena full of cheering Nintendo fans went wild as the first two fighters of the night came to the ring. While one was fairly new and the other from the original series, both pokemon trainers had a sizable following. Lenora and Misty entered from opposite sides of the ring, glaring at each other readily. Misty was dressed in her usual tight jean shorts and belly-exposing sleeveless shirt. The mature, dark-skinned Lenora wore a sleep one piece with a loose top over it, showing off her large bust and thick, curvy figure.

“Hope you aren’t too wet already, you washed up old poser,” Lenora gloated as she brushed some her bushy green hair behind her shoulder.

“Old!? You’re definitely older than me!” Misty snapped, stomping her foot angrily.

“Only in canon. You’re literally generations older out here,” Lenora pointed out, spreading her hands out in mocking dismissiveness. Misty fumed as the announcer went over the rules; every minute of the fight, another wrestler/trainer would come to the ring. Fighters were only eliminated when they were thrown or knocked out of the ring, so people were expecting the ring to get pretty crowded tonight.

The bell finally rang and the two trainers charged towards each other. Misty slapped Lenora across the face but the bigger, darker woman caught her by the shoulders and locked her into a grapple. Misty snuck a knee into the Normal trainer’s belly, but her size advantage let her hurl Misty to the mats with a heavy hiptoss. Misty landed with a resounding slam as she arched her back, wincing for a moment before Lenora leapt into a leg drop.

Misty grunted hard as the thick limb crushed her meager breasts, leaving the jiggling Lenora sitting across her midsection. The green-haired woman turned to grab Misty by the hand, slamming her with a few punches to soften her up before flinging her from the ring.

Misty wincing from pain, but she reached up and pulled on Lenora’s swimsuit. Her big brown jugs flopped out, so the redhead quickly buried her fingers into the soft flesh. Lenora gave a startled wail as she backed away suddenly.

“AGHH! You little bitch!” she hissed, sending a clumsy kick into Misty’s stomach. It knocked them apart as Misty dragged herself up, sizing up her rival before charging in again. She speared into the bigger woman’s soft belly, but Lenora got her footing before she could drive her into a corner. Misty gasped just as Lenora caught her around the waist and lifted her over her shoulder, just to power bomb her back into the mats. Misty gave another scream as she flopped on the mats, not looking so great in the match so far.

“Gotta catch ‘em all!” a voice suddenly blasted over the speakers. The audience went wild as one of the freshest contenders in the entire league came out, the silver-haired and short girl sporting some shocking muscle for a mere pokemon trainer. Bea, the Sword and Shield fighting type trainer had arrived at the ring in her tight bodysuit and gym shorts over it.

Lenora was halfway into dragging Misty to her feet when Bea sprinted across the ring. She leapt into the air and blindsided the black trainer with a spinning kick to the head, bringing the bigger woman to the mats in one crowd-pleasing shot.

The green-haired woman staggered back to her feet, but Bea was already on the more dominant fighter. She snapped a few jabs into Lenora’s belly and breasts, rocking her back until she was leaning her arms on the ropes to stay up. Bea readied another kick when Misty tackled her from behind, eager to take out the fresher fighter while she was distracted.

“Get off me, you skank!” Bea growled, kneeing Misty in the belly before the redhead dragged her down. They catballed across the mats before the soundbite rang out again.

“Gotta catch ‘em all!”

Whitney came charging out in her white t-shirt and wrestling briefs, the chesty Normal type trainer’s pink hair bobbing perkily behind her. She rolled swiftly into the ring and struck before they could get ready. She stomped down on Bea’s back, and as she rolled off painfully Whitney’s next stomp landed on Misty’s belly. She rained more bootheels down on the two before she felt a hand grab her shoulder. A sweaty and disheveled Lenora glared into her eyes before clocking her with a huge punch that sent her crumbling the mats holding her face.

Bea rose up to her knees and after a short glance at Lenore, decided to join forces for the time being. They each grabbed one of Whitney’s ankles and lifted her legs, giving her a split second of panic before they slammed her legs down in other directions like a wishbone. Whitney wailed as she grabbed her pussy, feeling like it was being pulled apart.

Whitney kicked frantically at her attackers, getting them to back off. Misty swept in from behind Lenora, taking out the back of her knee. The big brown woman went down with a heavy thud before Misty kicked her with both legs in the side, driving her out of the ring. The bell sounded her defeat as she crashed on the arena floor, properly eliminated.

Bea ignored all that to focus on Whitney, tackling her to the mats and throwing punches as she went for an MMA ground pound. Whitney brought up her hands in a desperate defense before she lashed out, catching Bea by her short hair and pulling her face into her breasts. The fighting type let out a muffled yell as Whitney shifted her position to kneel in front of her, holding her bent over in her breast smother.

“Ha! So much for those fighting type moves,” Whitney boasted. “Leave it to a Miltank trainer to have the real goods over a flat-chested bitch like you!”

Whitney shook her shoulders, slapping her tits around in Bea’s face. The Normal trainer smirked at her lead but gasped when Bea shifted into a position where she could punch her between the legs.

“Then how about a Low Kick?” Bea snarled as she pulled herself free from Whitney’s clutches. She caught the stunned Whitney by the legs and flipped her up and over the bottom rope, sending her out for an early elimination.

Misty frowned as she turned back to facing Bea. She had been in longer than the fit fighter, and she clearly had more muscle on her side. The announcement rang out again and she gave a small sigh of relief as Bea turned to see Nessa jogging to the ring. The fit but chesty woman with blue and black hair climbed confidently into the ring, her dark features scowling at her rivals. The Water trainer’s colors showed in her tight-fitting, aqua blue shorts and skintight top.

“I knew you’d show up sooner or later,” Bea scoffed as she looked to her fellow Galarian trainer.

“Great! Now let’s water types show her who’s head of this ring!” Misty encouraged.

“Nice try, but I’m here to win it for myself,” Nessa dismissed her coldly. “You’re just like any other bitch in my way.”

“Why you…!” Misty fumed and charged at her, but Bea already threw a high kick her way. Nessa leaned back to avoid it and threw a punch of her own at Bea’s midsection that she barely dodged around. The two traded speedy blows before Bea slammed a fist across Nessa’s jaw. She went for a follow up to her lean abs but Nessa deflected her blow and slammed her with a headbutt. The rattled fighter staggered a step as the darker fighter lunged into her and locked up in a grapple, pinning her against the ropes. Nessa drove a few knees into her stomach but as she wound up for another, Misty made her move.

The redhead knelt behind them and threw a double uppercut between their legs. Both foreign gym leaders shrieked and crumbled to their knees, stooping to Misty’s level as the classic trainer smirked to herself.

“That’ll teach you not to join up with the best!” Misty bragged.

Both of her foes were down and aching as Misty rose to her feet. She gave them each a kick for good measure before she grabbed Nessa’s long and multicolored hair. As the freshest fighter, she wanted to eliminate her so she could focus on Bea. If she was going to last as one of the first competitors, she’d need to take out as many people as she could as fast as she could while still fighting smart.

Nessa wailed and pulled at Misty’s hands, unable to stop her dragging beyond slowing it down. Misty was so focused on forcing her along that she missed the latest announcement of her new challenger. She didn’t notice Fantina arriving on the ring apron, her bushy purple hair done up as stylishly as ever. The Poison-type trainer smirked as she adjusted her long purple dress and slammed Misty in the back of the head with a forearm. She gasped and crumbled to her knees, clutching her head as she was left seeing stars. She turned to face the ring apron just as Fantina grabbed the top ropes.

“Make way for a real winner!” the toxic trainer boasted as she flung herself over the ropes. Her skirts flared up just as she landed ass-first on Misty’s face, squashing her into the mats beneath her meaty ass. The crowd went wild for the sexy and showy move as Nessa dragged herself up by the ropes. Misty’s muffled cries could barely be heard as her feet kicked frantically.

“Just count yourself as lucky I’m not using a Poison Gas right now! Hohoho!” Fantina gloated jovially. Nessa smirked herself and stomped her foot on Misty’s groin, grinding it until Fantina could feel her screams vibrating harder against her ass.

“I’ve had my fun with her if you have,” Fantina offered with a friendly gesture. Nessa smirked and nodded, and as Fantina slid off her they both shoved Misty out under the ropes.

As Nessa and Fantina rose, Bea came barging in from one side. She threw her muscular arms out in a double clothesline to the tits, slamming the two ladies to the mats. Fantina in particular clutched her jiggling rack as it threatened to pop out of her dress. Bea swiftly changed her stance and dropped to the mats, landing a double elbow drop to the ladies’ pussies. They bucked to sit upright, mouths agape in a silent scream as Bea grabbed their hair and banged their skulls together.

The devastating combo left both women down in a daze and Bea sweating heavily. She caught her breath a moment before she grabbed both ladies by the hair again, lugging them wearily towards the ropes. The next “Gotta catch ‘em all!” rang out as Bea hurled them over the ropes and turned to face her next opponent.

With her focus on the incoming challenger, she didn’t notice both Nessa and Fantina grab onto the top rope. The hung on limply to stay dangling on the ring apron, barely yanking themselves to safety. Nessa gave a weary sigh of relief as she leaned over the top rope.

“No hard feelings!” Fantina warned quickly before she kicked Nessa in the stomach. The dark-skinned fighter grunted and flew off the apron, landing roughly on the outside mats as she was buzzed out.

The popular blonde trainer Cynthia came to the ring wearing black lingerie and high boots. Her long locks bobbed behind her as she took her time strutting towards the ring, circling Bea at ringside a bit before she stepped inside.

“I think it’s time we separated the common trainers from the elite,” Cynthia boasted as she rested her hands on her hips. Bea growled and rushed at her with a low kick that Cynthia gracefully sidestepped. Bea was one of the stronger competitors by her fighting nature, but she had worn herself out already. Cynthia was a veteran trainer and she was keeping pace by blocking and dodging Bea’s barrage.

Cynthia ended up catching Bea’s arm and throwing a knee into her firm belly, getting the tanned girl to grunt and double over. Cynthia just grabbed her tights from behind and yanked them down as she knelt down, bending Bea suddenly over her knee. It took the fighter a moment to realize the position she was in, right before Cynthia started to loudly spanked her toned ass. Bea shrieked and kicked her feet as the pervy pro paddled her in front of everyone.

“So much for those fighting skills!” Cynthia gloated as she spanked Bea’s ass red. She shoved her over her lap at last, leaving Bea wincing and rubbing her aching ass. Cynthia stomped her on the back to grind her into the mats, but Fantina came rushing at her from behind. The blonde just whirled around and backhanded her to the mats.

“Please. You don’t win this many pokemon battles without watching the entire arena. This is why you two are just jobbers for ten-year-olds while I’m at the top of the ranks!”

Cynthia gave a short jump, stomping both of her boots down on the women’s stomachs as her breasts jiggled from the impact. They both gagged and groaned, writhing beneath her feet. She was enjoying lording herself over the weaker trainers when the timer boomed again over the speakers. She had lost track of time with how much she was enjoying wrecking these two.

Cynthia stepped off them to look towards the entrance ramp, but she didn’t see anyone. Skyla had already rushed the ring and circled around to mount one of the turnbuckles, the Flying type gym leader more than used to heights. The redheaded girl with her thick chest and skintight blue bodysuit sized up Cynthia so as she turned to face her, she threw herself off in a flying body splash.

“Sky Attack, bitch!” she declared as her boobs mashed into Cynthia’s face. They crashed to the mats together as the audience cheered her daring maneuver. Even the wily vet was surprised and dazed as Skyla’s breasts finally peeled off her face.

“Time to take out the trash!” Skyla declared as she grabbed Cynthia by her hair. She dragged her over to the ropes, but they barely reached their destination when Cynthia dug her nails into one of her plump breasts. Skyla shrieked and pulled on Cynthia’s hair, the two breaking into a wild catfight as they tried to force the other over the ropes.

Seeing them squabbling, Bea and Fantina charged in to try and capitalize. Bea started punching at Cynthia’s sides while Fantina pulled on Skyla’s hair, trying to hurl the fresher challengers through the ropes. The four shrieking and arguing women tore into each other until another announcement blasted overhead.

“Alright! Time to win this by a landslide!” Olivia declared. The tan woman with plenty of makeup to go with her short pink skirt and tiny top rushed the ring. The Rock-type trainer rolled into the ring and rushed the group of them, throwing a huge clothesline into the clumsily bickering women. They all stumbled into the ropes, tripping and grabbing at each other for balance. 

Cynthia righted herself and took a hurried swing at Olivia. It hit one of her breasts, getting her to wince before she buried a hard fist into the blonde’s gut in return. Cynthia wheezed and doubled over, pushing her butt into a struggling Bea. The fit fighter yelped and went tumbling through the ropes, but she grabbed Skyla by back of her hair. Skyla screamed and awkwardly tried to resist the force of Bea’s pull and gravity combined, but she couldn’t overcome them both. She went toppling over the top of the ropes, knocking Bea and Skyla out in one go.

Olivia cracked Cynthia’s jaw with an uppercut, sending her flopping over onto her back. She still had her fists up when Fantina charged in from behind her, scratching at Olivia’s face and raking her nails down her cheek.

“My face! Now I’ll never get a boyfriend!” the melodramatic trainer shouted. “Not all of us have big whore tits to bounce around!”

She slapped Fantina back across her jiggling tits, getting her to gasp.

“Why you disrespectful street whore!” Fantina shouted as she threw her full weight into Cynthia. The solid Rock trainer went stumbling back into the turnbuckle, wincing as her back connected with the padded post. Fantina pulled Olivia’s hair backward, arching her back across the ropes before Olivia returned the favor. She grabbed a mass of purple locks and slid aside, banging Fantina’s face into the metal post. The toxic trainer went crosseyed for a moment, which was enough for Olivia to grab her between the legs and toss her overboard. It was also just in time for the next timer to go off.

The audience hooted and whistled as the popular new trainer Melony trotted out. The Ice-type trainer was a soft and juggy milf, her broad rack bouncing around in her white sweater and a black leggings barely containing her hips. The mature fighter smiled and waved to the audience as she made her way into the ring, sizing up the two remaining opponents.

“Well this should be fun,” the snowy milf noted brightly. “How about you show me what you’ve got?”

“Oh get lost, fatass,” Cynthia growled. “Leave this to a real champion!”

She threw a slap at the thick woman, but she blocked it with surprising speed. A quick shift of her arms pushed the hand away and grabbed Cynthia in a bearhug. The blonde barely had time to gasp before Melony squeezed her tightly, crushing her massive jugs worthy of her name into Cynthia’s.

Olivia shook off her own damage, the sturdy but sexy fighter waiting to see how the battle went before breaking it up. Cynthia grunted and pushed feebly at her captor, finally raking her nails across Melony’s face. The chubby milf yelped and stumbled back, rubbing her eyes as Cynthia sucked in a much-needed breath. Cynthia grabbed Melony by her sweater and pulled it up over her head, slamming some knees into her huge hanging breasts. Olivia grunted from the blows, jiggling her thick body before she broke into a blind charge. She plowed into Cynthia and lifted her off her feet before spiking her back to the mats with a resounding slam, losing her sweater along with it.

With Cynthia laid out, the speakers announced the second to last fighter. Drasna came out, another busty milf in a snug brown dress. The motherly dragon trainer trotted out to the ring, squeezing her thick figure through the ropes and clearly locking eyes with Melony.

“Too bad for you Ice-types slay dragons like you, granny,” Melony scoffed as the topless milf turned to face her foe. Drasna smirked and pulled off her top as well, tossing it aside to match her motherly rival.

“And a real pokemon master knows not to rely on types, you cow,” she shot right back. The big women lunged at each other and grabbed at each other’s hands, leaving their massive jugs to collide like tectonic plates. The hard nipples fenced with each other as they grunted and pushed at each other.

As the big beauties fought it out, Olivia moved over to the down and dazed Cynthia. “Not so smug now, are you?” Olivia gloated as she caught her by the hair. She hefted the blonde master to her hands and knees, but rather than fling her out of the ring she rushed towards the dueling duo and threw Cynthia into them. The tumbling blonde cracked into their legs and the big women gasped as they tripped over her. Their fall wasn’t especially painful, but both of their big hips crushing Cynthia got her to let out a massive scream of pain. She felt like she was being turned into a pancake as two of the heaviest trainers to enter the ring squashed her beneath their voluptuous booties.

“Watch where you’re going!” Drasna snapped.

“Get out of here already!” Melony agreed. The two women sat up just enough to shove the gawking, wide-eyed Cynthia out under the ropes. They were about to turn back to each other when Olivia jumped on Drasna’s back, pulling at her hair and choking her as she rode the milfy dragoness to the ground.

With one last “Gotta catch ‘em all!”, the last fighter ran towards the chaotic ring. Lorelei of the Elite 4 emerged, the businesslike redhead plucking off her glasses as she approached the ring. She wore a short skirt and a low-cut top as she scowled at the ring with the various knocked out and stunned trainers littered around the ring. Quick to capitalize on the mayhem, she reached under the ropes and pulled on Melony’s ankle, tripping the busty beauty onto her chest. She grunted as her funbags cushioned her fall and Lorelei started to drag her out of the ring. The audience booed and protested as Melony caught her other foot on the ropes to keep herself inside.

“There’s only room for one Ice expert here,” Lorelei snapped before a referee Shy Guy started to warn her about getting in the ring. She glared back at him before she spread Melony’s legs, yanking her crotch right into the ropes. The big milf moaned and cupped her groin as Lorelei stepped in and mashed her foot across her throat, making her gag as her string of cheap shots and dirty tricks started to overpower the chubby fighter.

Drasna winced and struggled to get a hold of Olivia before she rammed herself back into the ropes. The tan girl grunted as she was squashed into them, forcing her to let go as Drasna bounced back off them. She caught Olivia by the arm and irish whipped her across the ring, flinging her at Lorelei. The redhead looked up too late as Olivia rammed right into her, bringing them both toppling to the mats in a tangled mess.

Melony started to drag herself up when Drasna kicked her in the belly. It knocked the wind out of the snowy mother, getting her to cough wetly as the otherwise sweet dragoness smirked down at her.

“We never did finish our showdown before. Let me show you how it was going to end…” She cracked her knuckles and leapt into an elbow drop, but Melony rolled to one side. The dragon milf winced and clutched her aching elbow, allowing Melony to rise to her knees unsteadily.

“Oh I know how this is going to end: with your sorry tits crushed flat!” Melony defied. Drasna boosted herself up to her knees herself right as Melony threw herself at her. The clashing mothers stumbled to their feet, hugging around each other’s backs. Their tits clashed once again, this time with Melony forcing Drasna back into the ropes. She grunted and pushed back with her chest and arms alike, but Melony’s slid across her sweaty skin to mount on top of hers. Drasna looked worried just a moment before Melony backed up a pace and rammed her tits into her again, knocking her by bust alone over the top rope. Drasna gave a quick shriek before she landed hard on her tits, curling up and cradling her bosom as she was knocked out of the match.

Lorelei and Olivia untangled themselves, just for Lorelei to grab Olivia by the hair. She pinned her to the mats as she pounded the tan woman with a few punches, but Olivia kneed under her skirt to slam Lorelei in her pussy. She gasped and grabbed her groin as OIivia flipped her up over her. She let Lorelei get to all fours before kicking her in the ass, sending her face slamming into the bottom turnbuckle.

The icy trainer groaned and slumped her arms over the bottom ropes, but Olivia was relentless. She shoved her neck over the bottom rope and stomped onto her middle back, grinding her throat against it as Lorelei faced the audience gagging and gurgling.

“If I can’t land a man, I might as well be the most badass trainer around!” Olivia threatened. Lorelei gave her a puzzled look even as she choked, confused about her opponent’s priorities. She didn’t have to contemplate it for long as Olivia stepped back and soccer kicked her in the pussy, sending Lorelei tumbling through the ropes. She barely caught the bottom rope, but Olivia just stepped after her. Lorelei was resting with her legs curled up to avoid the outside of the ring, but her breasts were resting on the ring apron. Olivia just stomped down on those, paralyzing Lorelei with pain as she screamed and fell from the ring.

Olivia glanced warily over at Melony, just to find her waiting patiently on the other side of the ring rather than ambushing her.

“Take your time,” Melony assured her warmly despite their heated competition. “It’s just the two of us left. And I’m sure you’ll find a man of your own someday, just like I did~!”

Olivia blushed as she frowned. “That’s not the point right now. Let’s end this!”

The last of the ladies moved in quickly, but Olivia faked out Melony by juking to one side. Melony grabbed at the empty air as Olivia slammed a knee into her soft belly. Melony grunted as her naked breasts jiggled and Olivia swept the legs out from under her, toppling her thick ass to the mats.

The rock gym leader straddled Melony’s midsection and drove a punch into her breast. Her knuckles dug deep into the soft skin, but the chesty woman didn’t seem as phased as she’d hoped behind all that padding. The snowy milf glared back up at her.

“You know, if you’re trying to catch a man…” she growled as she reached for Olivia’s neck. She jerked back to stay out of the heavy woman’s clutches, but Melony grabbed her top instead. With a firm pull, she tore it wide open for Olivia’s tanned breasts to pop right out.

“You could always show a little more skin!”

As Olivia moved to cover up, Melony threw a punch into her toned belly. Olivia grunted as she was knocked off her, just for Melony to grab her around the middle. She stood back up with a heavy grunt, carrying Olivia over her shoulder. Olivia was left facing the ceiling as she kicked and thrashed, but Melony gave a short hop. It bounced Olivia a few inches into the air before slamming her back down across Melony’s shoulder. Olivia gave a loud, pained grunt as her back arched painfully, but she drove a few elbows into the back of Melony’s neck.

The bigger woman dropped her and let Olivia land on her feet, if rather unsteadily. She gave a drawn-out battle cry as she charged full forced and speared Melony in her soft midsection. The bigger woman grunted and stumbled back into the ropes, her wide ass squeezing between the middle ropes and teetering over the edge. The audience’s excitement peaked, but Melony reached around her and dug under Olivia’s skirt. She pulled up on her panties as she screamed in her air from the painful wedgie lifting her off the mats. Melony grunted and slid aside, tossing the tanned fighter over the top rope.

Once again the crowd went wild as Olivia caught the rope and landed on the ring apron. As soon as Melony turned to confirm her win, Olivia slung herself forward and creamed her with a forearm smash. Melony grunted and staggered, but Olivia caught her by two handfuls of her hefty tits. She reeled Melony back towards her and pulled on her jugs, sending her toppling over the top rope after her. Melony hooked an arm over the top rope in a clumsy but effective manner, staying suspended over the arena floor as she grabbed clumsily at Olivia. Her hand ended up under her skirt again, this time grabbing her by the pussy. She squeezed tightly, burying her nails and fingers into Olivia’s pussy as she gave a sharp gasp. Her eyes and mouth went wide open as her legs quivered, and seeing the sexually frustrated trainer losing her balance, Melony started to finger for all she was worth.

Olivia twitched in a mix of arousal and discomfort until she shuddered violently, orgasming over Melony’s fingers and crumbling off the ring completely. The cheers reached a new peak as Melony dragged herself back into the ring, sweaty and weary but victorious.

“Here is your winner! The queen of the Brawl for The Pokeball; Melony!”

Looking as surprised as anyone, the juggy milf smiled and waved to the roaring crowd, letting a bunch of Machamp come out to drag the variously battered and KOed losers out of the arena as she soaked up her victory.