CreatureWrestling: The Official Darkside E-Fed Est. 1999

Posted at 5:43 am on Jul 12, 2015 by: Deadblood & Sheri Stull

Another CreatureMania Moment (MA)

TF: Backstage following CreatureMania's main event.

In his locker room's shower, Deadblood started the water, letting it get hot before he stepped under it.

"Leave it to Gojinn to fuck everyone over!" he shouted out to Sheri. "I don't know what the hell Arcane was thinking by trusting him with that job!"

"Do you think Arcane will make him give the titles back?" she shouted back, shuddering at having to mention that slimeball's name herself.

"I don't know, but if he doesn't, I'll get both of them back myself and Darkspade can just fight me again if he still thinks he wants them!" He ran a bar of soap all over his body, flinching when it went over one of his fresh wounds.

Sitting down on a bench not far from the shower, Sheri mulled the evenings events over in her head, trying to pick her words carefully. As much as she loved to antagonize Deadblood under normal circumstances, even she could recognize and appreciate the need for sensitivity here.

“If he doesn’t... I mean, of course I trust in your capabilities, but what happens now? Right now? You lost the titles, I mean, won’t you lose the abilities that shiny belt gave you?”

"Already have. These wounds aren't healing." He set the bar of soap down and just stood under the water, enjoying how it felt on his battered body. "Look at it this way. At least the tin can isn't after us still. Just have to worry about what goes on in that ring until I can get the titles back."

Sheri bit her tongue at that, not willing to even consider the possibility that their cybernetic stalker was not truly done for. No sense in worrying about that right now anyway. Instead, she forced a smile, if only for her own benefit since Deadblood was in the shower and couldn’t see her anyway.

“I don’t think you really have too much to worry about then. You beat a creepy pervert vampire without that belt, after all. Surely you can do it again.”

"Thanks to your help. As long as you're out there, everything should go smoothly." Shutting off the water, he grabbed a towel to dry off with. "I know people are getting suspicious when you're out there, but I don't think they have any real way to prove that you're doing anything other than watching usually."

Stepping out of the shower with the towel wrapped around his waist, he moved to stand in front of Sheri. "I really do appreciate your help. I hope you know that."

Sheri had never doubted that he did appreciate her skills, but hearing him say it out loud made her feel good. She nodded, eyes lowering to the towel around Deadblood’s waist.

“Thanks, Champ,” she replied, a slight smirk creeping onto her face. “I think I prefer that shiny belt around your waist much more than that towel, though.” Glancing up with a devilish look, she gave a mental tug, snapping the damp towel from his waist and flinging it across the room.

This caught him by surprise, though he made no move to cover up. Having shared a hotel room for the past few months, it wasn't the first time he'd found himself exposed in front of her.

"I doubt you'd have as much fun removing the belt as you did with that towel." He smirked back. "Are you sure you want to even share a locker room with a former champion though, let alone see him without his towel?"

“As long as it’s you, Champ,” Sheri replied, sticking her tongue out at him playfully before giving him a small shove forward with her power. “Besides, you won’t be able to claim being a ‘former’ champion for very long, so this is probably my only chance to share the locker room with a loser. Might as well make the most of it.”

"Loser? That hurts. You always have been good as getting right to the point though." He playfully pouted and crossed his arms.

"Oh shut up," she said before making the tip of his point disappear into her mouth, sucking hard on it as it expanded and causing him to uncross his arms to grab her hair instead.

"Oh god, Sheri! You really know how to quickly bring a person's mood up!"

She smirked, deciding to make a point of her own, carefully directing her special talent in such a way that it made him gasp. Tightening his grip on her hair, he had to admit that being a loser was pretty damn fantastic at this moment.

He groaned as she sucked in more of his point. "Might not have my titles to heal me, but I think this at least comes in at a close second!"

She glared up at him over the close second part and he felt her special little talent tighten around the base of his point as well as his champion-sized sack, getting more groans out of him.

Satisfied that her point had been made, she pulled back for a moment to whisper “At least you still have one of your titles, Champ. Mine.”

“That’s not really a ti-,” he started, groaning as she worked that strange talent of hers some more, done talking to him for now.

He couldn't believe what she was doing to him. He felt like his point could easily erupt like a volcano in her continuously sucking mouth, but that strange talent seemed to be cutting him off. His champ sacl was feeling fuller and fuller, beginning to ache.

"Jesus, Sheri! This both hurts and feels amazing! Fuck!" He gripped her hair even tighter as her talent squeezed more, starting to wonder if she wanted the seed of the champion or just wanted to crush his point.

Pleased with herself, she flicked her tongue across that point, and eased off a bit, bringing her hand up instead.

“So, is that how it feels to be a loser...?” She breathed, looking up at him expectantly before taking him back in, driving him wild with the heat of her mouth as well as that special something she had.

"Remind me to lose more often!" His breathing and groans were getting heavier. Feeling him grip her hair somehow tighter, she decided it was time to quit teasing him, causing him to scream out, "OH MY GOD, SHERI! IT'S SO MUCH!"