Page 84 of Impromptu Match

Val won the match after executing her signature move, the Valhalla Vertical Suplex, where she kicked Silent Scream in the stomach before getting her in a downward headlock and flipping her over her body onto her back. I let out a wincing, “Ooh,” along with the rest of the audience as Susan writhed on the mat, before Val scrambled on top of her and pinned her down for the count.

After the break, the commentator announced Dullahan Dan and B. Were for the next match. B. Were made his entrance first, and even though I knew they were all performing, it was still a little shocking to see the quiet, shy werewolf I’d met before roaring and lumbering down the walkway like a charging beast.

I stared in disbelief as Dullahan Dan came out next on an actual horse, cracking a whip through the air as he grinned. I was about to ask Holt how the heck they got a horse down here, when I noticed the pearlescent horn jutting from its forehead.

“Is that a real unicorn?” I breathed. Its coat was jet black and gleamed like an oil slick.

“Yeah, that’s Dan’s buddy Chris. Sometimes he’ll shift into human form and get into the ring with Dan to team up. The audience loves an illegal move every now and then.”

“Are they doing that tonight?”

Holt chuckled. “No, but Chris is gonna pass Dan his whip to take down Brian. Another illegal move, but Dan is known for not playing by the rules in his fights.”

Holt was right. Midway through their match, Dan lunged for the ropes and snatched up the whip Chris—now in human form as he paced outside the ring—was holding out. He cracked it, snaking the whip around Brian’s legs as the werewolf charged at him, pinning his ankles together and sending him to the mat with a ground-shaking thud.

I gasped, even though I knew it was all fake. But Brian seemed sweet. I didn’t like seeing him get hurt, orchestrated or not.

Holt huffed in amusement, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “I’ll make sure Brian wins his match next week.”

“You better. He seems so nice.”

“I mean, some of them might be horndogs, but all of them are nice. Except maybe Crossbody. He’s an arrogant ass.”

I flushed. “I know, but… Brian just seems sweet.”

Holt grunted and nuzzled my jaw before kissing his way down my neck. “I can be sweet if you want.”

I laughed, squeezing his thigh. “You already are, in your own way. You let me come back to watch the wrestling, even though you must’ve been so stressed about me finding everything out. And you brought me breakfast last weekend.”

And hugged me, and made me feel wanted for the first time in years, and seemed to enjoy just spending time with me, even though we weren’t doing anything all that interesting. Besides the sex.

“Yeah, but that was all because I wanted to see you again.”

My insides fluttered with pleasure as I smiled over at him. “See? Sweet.”

He grinned, cheeks flushing a darker grey as his eyes flicked down to my mouth. “Do you have plans tomorrow? Or do you want to maybe spend the day together? And come back to watch the wrestling tomorrow night?”

“Yes,” I said immediately. “That sounds great. I really want to. Um, do all of it, I mean. Not just watch the wrestling again. Sp-spend the day with you, and…”

His grin widened. “Great. Okay.”

“Okay,” I repeated a little breathlessly, then reluctantly tore my gaze away to look into the arena when the commentator started announcing Bedrock Biff Clawstin and Nunhallowed Pound as a duo for the next match.

They sauntered out together in a cloud of grey and red smoke, Biff in his little black briefs with leather cuffs around his wrists and a choker on his neck. Gabe was in his sexy nun outfit. A tiny black leather skirt, and a top that was just a white cross that went around his neck like a halter and banded across his big chest. A black-and-white nun’s veil covered his hair and somehow made his face even more demonic looking, with his glowing white eyes and sharp fangs gleaming as he grinned. His horns poked out of it, and there was a hole in the back of his skirt for his long, spiked tail to whip around freely.

The crowd went wild when they realised they’d be going up against The Tasselled Tussler. As Corey made his grand entrance, popping his giant pecs to make his nipple tassels spin, I spotted Larkin standing back at the windows in the backstage area, pointing at Corey as he spoke to a panting Cora in his arms. When she spotted her orc dad, I saw her let out an excited bark and wriggle against Larkin’s chest. It was pretty cute.

This match was by far the most aggressive. Once the three of them started fighting—Biff and Gabe launching themselves at Corey in a coordinated attack—Larkin covered Cora’s eyes and moved away from the windows.

Corey was an absolute beast in the ring. He’d been impressive against The Optometrist last weekend, but opposite two opponents, his strength and skill were even more obvious. He literally lifted the big, beefy incubus over his head and threw him into Biff, sending the pair of them tumbling over the ropes and out of the ring.

Gabe scrambled back under the ropes with a folded chair, which he smashed into Corey’s back while Biff distracted him. The crowd screamed with excitement, but the giant orc barely stumbled. His huge hand shot out to wrap around Biff’s neck, before he twisted with a snarl to do the same to Gabe. Then he lifted both into the air as their legs kicked and squirmed, before he flung them both down hard into the mat. As they landed on their backs and writhed, Corey pressed his sole into Gabe’s neck and tossed his braid back, lifting his chin and flexing his pecs one at a time to make his tassels spin. The crowd screamed even louder.

“One of his signature moves,” Holt told me, “but a double version, I guess. The Orc Driver Chokeslam. Oooh, look, now Gabe and Biff are doing a Double Crucifix Powerbomb.”

I stared in disbelief as the pair of them managed to lift Corey off the mat by his outstretched arms. Together, their muscles bulging under his weight, they heaved him forward so he landed hard on the mat on his back. Both of them sweating and breathing hard, they leaned in to share a brief kiss over Corey’s prone body, which made the audience’s cheers reach deafening levels.

Holt huffed. “Show-offs.”

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