Imagine backstage at a rock concert. Now make them all wrestlers. Beautiful female wrestlers. Wrestlers who go out and perform for the fans. Both in wrestling and in the post-match sex shows. That's right... sex.<br/><br/><br/>Carnal Combat was a loose "company" of female wrestlers, who traveled around the region, putting on shows. Not only did they have revealing costumes with the tendency to slip or be torn, Carnal Combat had a twist.Before each match, the two wrestlers decided on a wager. The loser of the match then had to perform sexual services for the winner, according to the terms of the wager. The very lightest was being stripped of their ring gear, and publicly being brought to orgasm to the cheers of the crowd. Other wagers involved sexual toys, strap-ons, and even bringing lucky members of the crowd up on stage to assist the winner in claiming her prize.<br/><br/>So.. it was chaos. It was mayhem. It was a usual night, in other words.<br/><br/>And that meant that Melissa Thompson, who wrestled under the nickname the Tiny Terror (the fact, she sighed, didn't happen nearly enough these days), was on high alert, going from locker room to locker room, soothing out hurt feelings, letting everyone know who they were working with, making sure all the right people had received a cut of the action, etcetera.<br/><br/>She finally collapsed in a room that had been set up as her office, as she went over the final plans..<br/><br/>It's all going well, she realized. Her mind instantly rejected that theory, because the eighteen months or so she'd been the "owner" of Carnal Combat.. it never went well.. In fact... thinking it was going well usually meant..<br/><br/>Her cell phone chirped at her with a notice that she had a voicemail, as if to say "Told ya so".<br/><br/>She called up the voicemail... It was Dandy Sandy Candy, one of her usual people. Sweet as all hell, didn't complain about anything, and was willing to go along with anything the opponent wanted to wager. Melissa loved putting her in the first match, because she really got the crowd revved up.... But there was a problem this time.<br/><br/>Dandy Sandy's latest boyfriend had hurt himself at his construction job, and she couldn't make it to the club for tonight's show.<br/><br/>Oh great..<br/><br/>"See, that's why you DON'T say things are going well.. karma's always listening in.." she grumbled to herself. She tried to think of who lived in the area, to make it to the show on such short notice.. but drew a blank.<br/><br/>"Argh!" she thought to herself.. If she couldn't find someone to take Sandy's place,. then one of her gals wouldn't be getting paid... not only did she hate doing that from a personal perspective, but from a business perspective, nothing pissed off someone like driving a couple hours to a show, and then being told there was no match for you, and oh yeah, you weren't getting paid.. then a whimsical thought struck her.. "Well, you always say that you miss the wrestling... guess you're the fill in!"<br/><br/>She looked at the match sheet to see who the "Tiny Terror" would be wrestling, she needed to talk to them backstage.. usually wagers were set up well before now.... oh yes.,. Diamond.<br/><br/>The suspicious part of Melissa thought that it was AWFUL convenient Sandy had pulled today off. Diamond was probably the biggest and strongest girl who was a regular in Carnal Combat, and she loved showing it off, using her opponents as a rag doll, both in and out of the match.<br/><br/>"See? This is why you never think things are going well!" her mind insisted.<br/><br/>Oh well, time to hunt Diamond down, and see what she wanted to do. While she did so, her mind idly wondered "What else could go wrong.."<br/><br/>More dangerous thoughts.