NES Wrestling: River City Girls vs Dragon Queens

Not a ton to this one for a backstory… more of the usual NES league that seems to be taking off. Highly voted, but I’m not sure what made me pick these two tagteams besides they’re just really fun pairs. I know you can generate names for Amazon and Sorceress but just calling them that felt pleasantly meta enough.

“Pauline is on the top rope! She’s going for her New Donk Drop… she’s airborne AND AMAZON CATCHES HER! What a show of power over her opponent”

The NES tag team title fight had been back and forth, with the reigning champs The Hammer Sisters (the teamup of Pauline and Rosalina from Mario Bros) showing their experience and teamwork to keep their more dangerous rivals guessing. Now with Rosalina nearly knocked out in her corner, the redheaded mayor was left suspended in the arms of Amazon. Their challengers were the Dragon Queens, the pair of nameless, curvy heroines from Dragon’s Crown. The wily and very busty Sorceress waited in her corner with a confident smirk on her face as Amazon spiked Pauline’s face into the mats. The redhead flopped as the stoic and muscular Amazon flexed for the crowd, getting a mix of boos and cheers.

Amazon tagged in Sorceress, the massively busty redhead smirking as she straddled Pauline. The dizzied Mario Brothers classics barely had time to look up at her when the witch pulled down her dress and shoved her thick, sweaty tits into her face. Pauline thrashed and kicked, but her Witch’s Cauldron finisher was locked into place. She quickly went limp as the referee (a plucky little Servbot) counted down the pinfall.

“Your winners and new champions! Amazon and Sorceress! The Dragon Queens!”

The tired but triumphant ladies were handed the belts, holding them proudly overhead. The audience mostly cheered but a clear change in tone suddenly hit their united voices. Confusion took over as two figures in schoolgirl uniforms rushed the ring and slid under the ropes. The freshly crowned Queens were suddenly blindsided by The River City Girls’ ambush.

“Eat this, you oldschool bitches! This ring is our turf now!” Misako shouted. The brunette Asian girl swung her heart-shaped backpack, loaded with bricks as it smashed right in the middle of Sorceress’ back. It sent the spellcaster’s massive tits flopping back out of her flimsy dress as she went to the mats.

“Yea! River City Rules, skanks!” Kyoko agreed triumphantly. She tackled the weary Amazon from behind, dragging her down around her waist. The orange-haired (and shockingly strong) girl slammed the Amazon down on her chest, sitting just above the warrior’s toned and massive ass to pull back on her chin. The blonde Amazon could only cry out in pain after her exhausting match, beating a thick, gloved fist on the mats in the face of the camel clutch.

The audience gave a mixed reaction to the punky girls went on stomping the shit out of the shocked and tired champs, but it certainly left a bold impression on everyone present. With the Dragon Queens downed, the flirty delinquents grabbed the title belts and posed mockingly with them before throwing them roughly on their beaten targets.

“Look forward to taking those off your hands soon enough,” Misako gloated as she spit on the Amazon. Kyoko stuck out her tongue childishly as they finally left the champs in a shameful heap in the ring.

“HAHA! Did you see that?” President Bowser guffawed. The NES manager puffed a gout of flame out to light his cigar before popping it into his mouth. “Wow, that takes me back. Interrupting a scene to mess with royalty…”

“Yes, everyone saw, sir.” His mousey but helpful secretary flipped through her clipboard. “In fact, the River City Girls are trending like crazy on social media.”

“Of course they are! It’s wrestling. People love a good villain. Just look at me! Bwahaha!”

“I don’t think of you as a villain, sir,” Isabelle added helpfully. “So… what did you want to do about this? Should they be suspended?”

“At their peak in popularity? Heck no! Have the Queens made a statement on this?”

“Er… yes. They said they want to… um, well basically get revenge. In so many more colorful words.”

“Perfect. Set the up. Give them their payback, or give the RC Girls the title. One of them’s getting what they want.”

The Dragon Queens entered the arena to their medieval-style rock music, the tag team belts (with Player 1 and Player 2 printed across the front of either) resting above their curvy hips. Both women were immensely curvy in their own unique ways. Sorceress’ long red hair drew the eye from her witch’s hat down to her massive breasts, the shamelessly wobbling and almost completely bared orbs bobbing side to side as she strutted to the ring. Her lace-lined purple dress and high heels gave off further elegance to her regal stride as she waved her hands, conjuring pyrotechnics to make their entrance that much flashier.

Beside her was Amazon, the huge and buff woman’s tan skin dotted with tribal tattoos. She wore high boots and not much else given her tiny armored bikini, which showed off all of her thick thighs and massive muscle booty. Her long, milky blonde curls bounced against her broad shoulders as the ripped woman squatted over, sticking out her impressive ass as she let Sorceress step in and lean on the top ropes, letting her huge jugs dangle over the ropes as they watched for their challengers.

The River City Girls came out to their pop-rock intro. The brawling high school delinquents made no effort to hide their weapons. Kyoko’s festively decorated baseball bat rested over one shoulder while Misako’s loaded backpack and heart-tipped brass knuckles were clutched in either hand. It put the Queens on edge immediately as they ordered the ref to check them. Banjo halted them at ringside and while they griped about it, the schoolgirl handed off a surprising number of foreign objects that the Queens didn’t even see. Th RC girls exchanged cocky glances after seeing the bigger women intimidated, finally climbing into the ring. Kyoko waved to the crowd while Misako flipped them the double bird.

Both teams were known to play rough and pick fights, so Banjo gave a last, cursory glance between the four ladies. If nothing else, the Dragon Queens weren’t really wearing enough to be hiding anything in their clothes. 

The ref started to call for the bell when the irate fantasy characters charged the schoolgirls. The River City brawlers were glad to rush at them and meet in the middle in a frenzied flurry of kicks and punches. Banjo tried desperately to get them back into their corners as Misako pulled on Sorceress’ hair, just for the enchantress to punch her in the stomach as quickly as she could. Kyoko had a grip on the Amazon’s armor-like bikini top, grappling around with her as the amazon palmed and pushed at her face, each of them kneeing or punching the other in the ribs.

The bumbling bear finally got between the four ladies and shoved them back apart. They stumbled back into place just for Amazon to burst through and deliver a boot to Misako’s head. The Sorceress seemed satisfied with that as the brunette hit the mats, retreating to her corner with a huff as Banjo forced the griping Kyoko into her corner.

Misako groaned as she rubbed her head and started to rise, but the towering blonde grabbed her by the hair. The Asian girl gave a short yelp of pain before Amazon wrapped her long, tattooed and muscular legs around her neck, standing over her while she pulled her into a standing headscissor. The brunette gave a weak gasp as the infamously powerful limbs clamped around her, turning her face a sudden shade redder.

“Come on, Mistako!” Kyoko shouted from her corner. “Don’t let that overgrown cheerleader get you!”

“Make this quick, Zon,” the Sorceress purred. “Let’s show these brats why the call it a beatemup.”

Misako was in a tight spot, but the two delinquents were tougher than they looked. She pulled and pushed at Amazon’s legs, slowly parting them just an inch or so. It was a huge effort but at least she was breathing again. Amazon grabbed her hair again but Misako swung her head back, bashing the back of her skull into the barbaric woman’s crotch.

As big and powerful as she was, Amazon clearly felt that one. She let out a huge grunt as she stumbled backward, standing comically on the toes of her boots. It thrust her massive ass out towards the uproarious crowd as Misako rolled behind the bootylicious brute.

“My... my pussy,” the warrior woman sputtered.

“Welcome to the streets, bitch,” Misako hissed as she caught her around the waist. While an easy foot shorter than Amazon, she squeezed her around her abs and flipped herself over backwards, spiking the bigger woman’s head and shoulders into the mats with a perfect suplex. Amazon landed with her long legs and thick ass sticking up in the air as she gave a husky grunt, finally flopping into place in front of Kyoko in the enemy corner.

With a confident smirk, Misako slapped her classmate and bestie’s hand. Sorceress paced in her corner as Amazon could barely see straight, but she could tell she was in trouble. Both the River City Girls stepped into the ring and forced her to rise to her knees. Misako stepped out through the ropes while pulling Amazon’s arms along with her, pulling them back and grinding her knee into the giantess’ back. Amazon gave a pained wail, just for it to be cut off when Kyoko kicked her in her abs.

“Quit your whining and hand over those belts!” the orange-haired punk demanded as she threw a few more kicks with her sneakers for good measure. Amazon gave a furious growl and forced herself forward, slipping her sweaty arms from Misako’s grip and spearing Kyoko around the middle. The shorter girl crashed to the mats beneath her, pinned by the bulkier woman.

“You little shits,” Amazon snarled as she caught Kyoko by the collar. She drove one of her powerful legs upward, kneeing the street punk in the groin beneath her skirt. Kyoko gave a shrill squeal as she was paid back for her partner’s low blow from earlier.

“Don’t think you’re the only ones who can fight dirty!” the Amazon taunted before she dragged Kyoko to her feet. She braced an arm over the punk girl’s neck and caught her by the edge of her skirt, lifting her straight upside down in her stunned state. The barbarian woman held her there, letting Kyoko’s skirt flip up around her waist to show off her cutesy pink panties. Kyoko fumbled to try and cover them up but the Amazon brought her crashing down again. The ditzy thug flopped against the mats, flying right out of her skirt as Amazon kept it in her grasp. She smirked at Misako, tossing the lost clothes aside as she tagged in Sorceress.

The busty witch grabbed Kyoko’s ponytail and promptly shoved her into the ropes. The pantsless punk bounced back at her and Sorceress simply thrust her shoulders forward, confidently knocking Kyoko to the mats with nothing but her tits. They were still jiggling as the crowd went wildly for the sexy but surprisingly affective move. Kyoko was dizzier than usual as Sorceress planted a foot on her chest and posed for a casual pin. She just got to a 2-count when Kyoko grabbed and pulled on her ankle. The redhead gasps as she stumbled forward and nearly fell out of the ring, catching herself on the ropes.

It was a short-lived relief as Kyoko stormed in behind her, the thick-headed ditz much stronger than she looked. She pulled back on Sorceress’ hair, getting the busty beauty to shriek in pain as Kyoko made good use of her new handle. She lifted her up and slammed her chest into the nearest ringpost before shoving her jugs between the top and middle ropes.

“No! Wait! You awful little monster!” Sorceress’ mixed threats and pleas proved useless as Kyoko pulled the ropes over each other, clamping down on her beloved rack and squeezing the soft flesh to look even bigger than they already were. Sorceress screamed as she pushed and pulled on the cords, but Kyoko just grinned at her pained noises.

“Lucky me! Looks like I get two punching bags in one loser,” Kyoko laughed. She slammed a few forearms across Sorceress’ back, making her boobs jiggle painfully in their trap. Sorceress’ eyes watered as Kyoko pressed her body up against her back, reaching around to pound on her huge and wobbling jugs.

“This is totally so much fun! Misako, you gotta try this!” Kyoko called cheerily. The brunette hopped off the ring apron and ran around to join her, staying outside the ring while she ripped down Sorceress’ dress. Her huge tits flopped out as both girls started hammering her proud chest with blow after blow.

The ref was trying to get them under control when Amazon came barging back into the ring. She slammed Kyoko with a forearm to the head, bringing her to her knees. She raised her fists for a hammer blow but Kyoko speared her around her legs. Even her muscled limbs couldn’t stay up from the sudden takedown, but Kyoko tumbled acrobatically as she landed and springboarded off of Amazon’s tits. The muscular woman grunted as Kyoko bounded right up to the ropes, showing off her gymnastics training before backflipping off the middle rope and landing in a double knee to her abs. Amazon groaned and nearly folded in half at the shocking impact.

The match turned into a brawl once again Sorceress pulled herself free from the ropes at last. Her dress was almost completely torn off in the process, but she still considered it a little victory. The red rope burns were still across her pale skin, and Misako still caught her by the ankle and tried to pull her out of the ring.

“You’re not going anyway, you spellcasting dairy cow!” she threatened as Sorceress tripped onto the mats. She desperately kicked at Misako, who avoided the worst of it until she yanked her under the ropes. Sorceress landed clumsily on her feet, but she whispered a few quick words and swept her hand towards Misako. With the ref as busy as he was, the sudden burst of light and magical dust left Misako completely blinded.

The street punk flinched and rubbed at her eyes, feeling around for her opponent. Her hand landed on one of Sorceress’ inescapable jugs, still giving it a painful squeeze. Sorceress yelled in pain before she shoved Misako into the metal steps, letting her crumble with a surprised shout. The witch quickly slid back into the ring and caught the rising Kyoko by the arm. She spun her back around and suddenly bearhugged the shorter schoolgirl, burying her face between her thick, warm cleavage. Kyoko gave a muffled yell as she swung her fists around, smacking against the soft flesh helplessly as Amazon slowly rose as well.

Sorceress suddenly let Kyoko go, letting the delinquent gasp for air as her red face pulled back. Amazon was quickly there to throw an arm around her neck from behind, bending her over backward so that her face was buried in her muscular armpit. Kyoko gave another annoyed squeal as she was shoved from one sweaty crevice to another, just for Amazon to drop to one knee and pull her backward. It spiked the orange-haired fighter across her knee before she went tumbling to the mats.

Misako shook off the blinding spell in time to see the fantasy heroines stripping down her partner. Kyoko was too beaten down and the ref was as predictably powerless as usual to stop them. She started to charge in after the double-teaming Queens when she was suddenly grabbed from behind. The Elf from Dragon’s Crown yanked her shirt over her head, the heroines’ teammate a cute blonde thing in a green cloak and booty shorts that looked much younger than she was.

“Where the hell did you come from!?” Misako shouted from beneath her shirt.

“Elven stealth. Now let’s make sure you two don’t go dethroning The Queens.” She threw Misako at the guard rail, letting her gut crash into the grated metal. The booing fans backed off while she bent double over it, finally shaking off her top to reveal her black bra. She growled and reached over the railing, so when Elf came after her she suddenly stood up and swung a folding chair across her face. The lightweight archer went cross-eyed from the chair shot, dropping to her knees when Misako smashed her with another on top of her head to knock her out.

“Invest in some HP next time you level up, bitch!”

Back in the ring, the champions had Kyoko on her back. Sorceress went for a pin, pressing her huge breasts across her face, but the hard-headed ditz still kicked out of it. Getting more frustrated with her, the spellcaster signaled to her teammate and dragged Kyoko to their corner. Amazon wiggled her massive hips and slid down her armored bikini bottom before she scaled up the ropes, standing on the middle one as Sorceress held onto Kyoko’s legs. The schoolgirl’s eyes went wide and she gave a panicked yell before Amazon came crashing down, sitting on her face with a ring-shaking, booty quaking butt drop. Kyoko flopped weakly beneath her as the warrior woman raised a fist in triumph, letting the ref start his count… but his hand was on the way down for three when Amazon jolted back.

“OWWW! She’s biting me!” she howled, backing off and clutching her inner thigh. Kyoko cringed and spit onto the mats.

“Yea, and you taste as bad as you look,” she grumbled wearily. Sorceress just slapped her and knocked her back down, taking hold of her legs once again. She raised her heel to stomp it down on her spread-out crotch but she stopped short as she heard a metallic thud. She turned to see Misako had bashed Amazon in the back with Kyoko’s colorful baseball bat, dropping the giantess to her knees.

“You cheating little peasants! Disqualify them!” Sorceress demanded.

“What!? Like magic and sending your pet elf after us isn’t cheating!?” Misako snapped as she kicked Amazon in the head to bring the brute down.

“Yea! We were gonna cheat before anyway, but now it’s just leveling the playing field!” Kyoko objected from the mats. Sorceress scowled back at her and ran to stop Misako, but the ditzy punk once again proved her resilience. The audience cheered as she clung to Sorceress’ leg, holding her back as Misako twirled the bat in one hand. She forced Amazon onto her stomach, spreading her legs apart and sitting down. The Asian girl planted her feet on her opponents thighs and forced them to spread out painfully far with her jiggly ass up in the air.

“Noooo! Not my pussy!” Amazon pleaded loudly, her strong but weary muscles stretched out beyond her tolerance.

“Oh you wish it was your pussy!” Misako grinned. With the brawny beauty already bottomless, she turned the bat around and shoved the handle up her ass. Amazon shrieked at the top of her lungs, shivering with pain and unexpected pleasure.

Misako left her to writhe and deal with her new issue as she ran over to help Kyoko. She delivered a running elbow to the grappled Sorceress’ face, sending her stumbling and jiggling into a corner. She turned to offer her teammate a hand and pull her back up.

“Thanks for hanging in there for me. Now let’s burn this witch!” Misako said with a wicked grin.

“Heck yea! We’re gonna look so stylin’ with those belts on!”

“And just think of the equipment bonus!”

The girls both rushed the shocked Sorceress, unleashing a flurry of punches that pummeled her tits. They were sent jiggling in all directions, but they took special pleasure in punching them high enough to smack her in the face with her own jugs. The big and bruises tits bobbed wildly until Misako caught her around the waist. She stooped over and let Kyoko run up her back, performing a handspring to latch her legs around Sorceress’ neck. She flipped back to fling Sorceress with her head scissors while Misako simultaneously suplexed her, their combined might flinging Sorceress almost completely across the ring before she landed noisily from their River City Ransom Note finisher.

With both girls down and stunned, Kyoko and Misako each sat on one of their opponents. The ref went through with his quick three-count, as if glad to have the chaotic match over with. The bell rang as a couple of stage-Goombas passed the girls the title belts.

“Your winners and new tag team champions, The River City Girls!”

The barely dressed girls proudly wrapped the belts around their waists before leaning back to back, flipping the audience off with both hands. They still cheered and hooted for it all the same.

“This’ why you don’t mess with us River City Girls!” Misako shouted boldly to the crowd.

“Yea! Cuz then it’s a bat up the ass!” Kyoko agreed.

“Well that was… uh…” Isabelle mused.

“Pretty great, eh!?” Bowser chortled. “Fans went nuts over it.”

“I was going to say ‘uncontrollable,’ but that works. I’m glad you liked it.”

“The audience wouldn’t keep coming if they knew who was going to win, Izzy,” President Bowser went on. “How’s the acquisitions going?”

“We’ve secured the rights on the new Pokemon game, and Borderlands is about to lose their exclusivity contract…”

“That’s my girl.”

“And the interdimensional timeline thing… er, Operation Create A Character is coming along nicely. We should expect our first arrivals in another week or so.”

“That’ll keep things interesting. In the meantime, keep those ladies matches coming. With ratings like this, it looks like people can’t get enough of it.”