Cass Caufield vs. SoCal Val (Erotic Angels Title Match)

The stage is set for Cass Caufield to defend her Erotic Angels championship. Tonight, she defends against SoCal Val. 

Both women are in their locker rooms getting oiled up. 

Now, Tabitha Bolin is backstage with the challenger, SoCal Val. 

“Val, this is the first of four title matches you have coming up in the next week, what are your thoughts?” 

“My thoughts? Just don’t screw this up. And, you’re right, Tabitha, this is the first of four title matches I have, the next one after this is for the inaugural Lesbian Catfight championship, after that it’s for the vacant Tickle Fight championship, and then I team with my friend, Kendra James and go after the WEC Tag Team championship. I have a busy week ahead. But tonight, it starts with the Erotic Angels championship. Cass, you have your work cut out for you tonight.” Val says, walking away. 

Val comes walking to the ring wearing a silver satin bikini, her body has been slicked down with baby oil and her hair is wet. 

Tabitha is now standing by backstage with the champion, Cass Caufield. 

“Cass, I’m sure you heard the comments of SoCal Val...your thoughts?” 

“Val, I’m going to beat you like the red headed bitch you are.” Cass says, walking away. 

Cass heads to the ring, wearing a teal bra and matching thong panties. Cass’s body is slicked down with baby oil and her hair is wet. 

In the ring, as is customary for an Erotic Angels title match, there is a small inflatable kiddie pool filled with baby oil in the center of the ring. 

Once Cass has entered the ring, both women exchange words and have to be separated. 

Both women are now in their corners, and ring announcer Karen Rogers enters the ring to make the formal introductions. 

“Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Erotic Angels championship! 

“Introducing first, the challenger...from Beverly Hills, California...please welcome...SOCAL VAL!” 

Val blows a kiss to the crowd. 

“Her opponent...from Raleigh, North Carolina...she is the...REIGNING...DEFENDING...EROTIC ANGELS CHAMPION...please welcome...CASS CAUFIELD.” 

Cass smiles and waves to the crowd. 

The referee gives final instructions, the bell rings, and both women lock up in the kiddie pool. 

Cass gains the advantage, dunking Val face first into the pool. Val comes up coughing and gasping for air. 

Cass picks Val up for a body slam in the ring. Val screams out, clutching her back. 

Cass quickly gets on top of Val and begins choking her. 

Val is somehow able to shove Cass off of her. 

Cass pulls Val to her feet, and this time slams Val in the pool of baby oil. 

Val again screams out in pain. 

“Does your back hurt, bitch?” Cass says to Val. 

Val just lays in the pool, crying. 

Cass drags Val out of the pool, and shoves her into a corner. She raises her foot up and begins choking Val again. Val screams out and begins gasping for air. 

She lowers her foot and now begins ramming Val’s head into the turnbuckles, 10 times into the top and middle turnbuckles each. Val crumbles to the mat, holding her head 

Cass stands her back up and begins to punish her abs, first with several hard forearm shots, right to the stomach. 

She now picks Val up and pusts her in a reverse bear hug, swinging her from side to side. 

Val’s stomach hurts so much that she passes out. The referee checks her arm and it drops. He calls for the bell. 

Your winner...and...STILL Erotic Angels champion...Cass Caufield. 

Cass continues her assault on Val though. 

Cass grabs a steel chair and begins ramming it over and over into Val’s already injured stomach. 

It takes several referees to stop Cass, but, finally she stops. 

The doctor is finally able to get to the ring to check on Val, who is still unconscious. 

Alicia Vitarelli vs. Cass Caufield vs. Brooke Wylde (Triple Threat Match)

It’s now time for a special attraction triple threat match Alicia Vitarelli will take on Cass Caufield and Brooke Wylde. 

This match came about because Cass Caufield claims that WEC Owner Steve professed his love for not only her, but Alicia Vitarelli too, and this angered Brooke Wylde, she sees Steve as her boyfriend. 

It’s worth noting that in the days leading up to this match, both Brooke Wylde & Alicia Vitarelli lost their championships, and, Cass Caufield refuses to make this an Erotic Angels match, so, no titles are on the line. 

Due to an incident between Samantha Ponder & Brooke Wylde, we have yet another fill in backstage interviewer, Anna Simon is backstage with Brooke Wylde. 

“Brooke, tell me what you’re feeling heading into this huge match up.” 

“What I’m feeling? Jealousy, hatred, angry. I’m jealous over the fact that that bitch, Cass had the nerve to kiss my boyfriend, angry over the fact that he couldn’t deny that he loves that airhead, Alicia and hatred over the fact that Samantha put her fucking hands on me...she’ll get hers though, just like Alicia & Cass will get theirs.” Brooke says, walking away. 

Brooke Wylde makes her way to the ring, wearing a pink & black bra and matching panties. 

Anna Simon is now backstage with Erotic Angels Champion Cass Caufield. 

“Cass, I’ll ask you like I asked Brooke, what are you feeling heading into this match up?” 

“I don’t feel anywhere near the emotions that Brooke is feeling. I guess you could say I’m angry, I’m angry at Alicia, she’s stringing Steve along. Alicia, you’re a married woman, why are you playing with Steve’s emotions? I guess you want to sit ringside during all those cage matches...you’ll get yours tonight, bitch, so will you, Brooke.” Cass says walking away. 

Cass heads toward the ring wearing a powder blue bra and matching thong panties. 

Her and Brooke start having words as Cass enters the ring and quickly they’re separated 

Anna Simon is now backstage with Alicia Vitarelli. 

“Alicia, care to tell the world what you’re feeling heading into this match up.” 

“Anna, I guess what I’m feeling is confusion. Steve is my friend, with that being said, if he had wanted me to be his girlfriend, I wouldn’t say no. Now, it’s time to teach these two a lesson.” Alicia says, walking away. 

Alicia makes her way to the ring wearing a red satin bra and matching panties. 

And as soon as Alicia enters the ring the match begins as none of them wait for the bell to ring. 

Both Cass and Brooke double team Alicia, eventually throwing her from the ring. 

With Alicia gone, Brooke focuses her attention on Cass, punching her right in the face, but, Cass fires back, kicking Brooke right in the cunt. Brooke drops to her knees, crying. 

By this time, Alicia has climbed back in the ring, and she gives Cass an uppercut low blow, dropping Cass to her knees as well. 

Alicia drops Cass flat on her back with a clothesline. Alicia now gets on top of Cass and begins punching her in the face and chest. 

Brooke is back to her feet, and she hits Alicia from behind with a clothesline. 

Cass rolls to the outside of the ring. 

Brooke stands over Alicia and just keeps punching her over and over again in the face. Alicia’s face is bloody and she’s barely conscious. 

Cass rolls back in the ring with a steel chair, she uses it to hit Brooke in the back of the head with it, knocking her out. 

But, Alicia has enough in her to put her hand on Brooke’s chest, as the referee counts to three, and Brooke Wylde is eliminated. 

Cass immediately jumps on Alicia, continuing the assault that Brooke started only minutes ago. 

Cass picks Alicia up by the hair, and is about to give her the Kiss of Death, when Brooke reenters the ring and hits Cass from behind with a low blow, but, Brooke also continues her assault on Alicia as well. 

Brooke leaves the ring, leaving both women laying and Alicia a bloody mess.  

Somehow, Alicia begins stirring first and manages to drape an arm over Cass’s chest. 

But, Cass kicks out at two. 

Alicia is somehow back to her feet. 

Alicia grabs Cass by the hair and delivers a Cali Bomb, Cass is out cold. 

Alicia again goes for the cover and the referee counts to 3. 

Your winner...Alicia Vitarelli. 

I come rushing to the ring, with a towel, I wipe the blood off of Alicia’s face, and I kiss her, with a little more passion than I intended. I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the back for medical attention.