Miss Laura: Payback
by Miss Laura, mk92787@hotmail.com
Laura accepts a wrestling offer from someone who humiliated her long ago, but in her revenge will she go too far?




It was the first time in quite a while that Laura was actually nervous about a match.

She stood along one of the sides of the wrestling ring in Ralph's gym, looking into the 
camera that she used to tape her matches for sale. Ralph's son, Mikey, had been helping 
her tape little side features for her DVDs, such as interviews and pre-match chats, but he 
was off on some other job--working the camera for a music video shoot or something she 
was sure he said. She was doing this one all by herself, which didn't ease her nervousness 
one bit.

"For the last couple of years," Laura began into her camera, "I've been having wrestling 
matches with complete strangers. In a lot of cases, I've never even spoken with my 
opponents beforehand, let alone met them in person. But today, I'm about to wrestle 
someone I used to square off against years ago, back when I was first starting out."

Laura paused for a moment, almost feeling like she was inside a confessional. She needed 
to go on. It was the only way she was going to be able to come to terms with the 
upcoming match.

"In fact," she continued, "even though I held my own pretty well back then, this person 
was able to defeat me more than once."

Laura stopped again, her lips almost ready to form words to clarify the meaning of the 
word "defeat." "'Defeat' as in something I admitted to," she so sorely wanted to add but 
didn't. Ideally there should only be two outcomes for a wrestling match, win or lose. And 
yet, Laura really wanted to set the record straight on a vague third category that she 
experienced first-hand. She quickly stopped herself, wanting to remain professional--at 
least on camera. She wasn't going to use her DVDs or her web site to settle personal 
gripes.

She looked back into the camera and took a deep breath.

"It's been eight years since I last saw this person," she went on, allowing a slight smile of 
put-on confidence. "Will they be able to beat me again? We'll have to see."

It's not that Laura wasn't feeling confident. It was more that the confidence was mixed in 
with other feelings. Her record over the last few years had been practically immaculate. 
She had been feeling especially good about herself over the last several months. She had 
met some pretty big challenges and easily came out on top. She was cleaning the floor 
with whomever she picked from the numerous e-mail offers she received each week. And 
at the same time she was gaining a pretty big following online, with stories of her 
victories almost becoming legendary. More or less, she was starting to believe her own 
hype.

And then Tom's e-mail came.

"I think we've wrestled before," he wrote. Laura wasn't sure how sincere he was being. 
The e-mail didn't have that distinct cautious vibe one usually takes when they're writing 
to a stranger they think might be an ex-boyfriend or girlfriend. Despite the hesitant words 
that were used, the message nevertheless carried an air of certainty to it. It was almost as 
if he was making a deliberate effort to be coy.

Laura meanwhile knew exactly who it was as soon as she opened the e-mail, and the 
immediate realization hit her like a ton of bricks. He was perhaps the very last person she 
expected to receive an out-of-the-blue match offer from; especially one so matter of fact 
about it. No "Hi! How've ya been!" No "Let's catch up on the phone first." Just "I can 
show up at this time on this date," as if nothing had happened between them. It only took 
a moment for the memories to come flooding back into her head.

Laura was twenty-two at the time; Tom thirty-seven. She was fresh out of college and 
trying to figure out what to do with her life. She was still living near her university for the 
summer, picking up whatever part-time jobs had not already been snatched up yet. She 
had no idea how long she was going to stay in the area, but she was looking for every 
possible way to stick around just so she could keep wrestling.

She had developed her taste for wrestling in college, and before long she had become 
friends with a couple of other students who were meeting secretively to spar against each 
other. Though the other students' matches often turned erotic, Laura was never really into 
that. She was more interested in the physical challenge; the thrill of the fight.

Laura was slimmer; maybe not rail-thin, but her tummy was often thought of more as 
"cute" than "fat." Her current 42DD chest was at the time a sexy and better contained 
38C; a couple of her male friends agreed that it was downright boner-popping to watch 
her bounce ever so softly whenever she laughed at something. Her red hair was cut short, 
just above her shoulders. Though she wanted to, she didn't dare color it or streak it--her 
preferred choice was always going to be black. In fact, if she didn't try so hard not to 
stick out like a sore thumb, she could have very easily fit right in with the local Wiccans 
or any other older-teenage female group that mixed faint sexiness with a strong "I don't 
care how I look" attitude. If it had been ten years later in time, she would have most 
definitely found a home working at a Hot Topic.

It was early in her senior year when she had first met Tom. Though he never went to the 
school and it was unclear exactly what he did for a living, Tom had apparently lived near 
the campus for well over a decade. He had started showing up at the private wrestling 
"meets" because one of Laura's friends among the group, Kelly, invited him, claiming 
that he was the one who got her interested in wrestling. Tom only wrestled in the group 
meetings a couple of times; he always said he was there more to observe and coach.

Tom had been the one who first got Laura interested in the more erotic side of wrestling. 
It was through him that Laura learned how much of a turn-on the matches could be. They 
started meeting in private--even more so than with the "private" group--at Tom's house, 
where he had a rudimentary gym set up in his basement, complete with a nailed-down 
wrestling pad. Tom wasn't the first person Laura had slept with, but he opened as many 
new doors for her sexually as he did with wrestling. In fact, Laura would still remember 
fondly one rather physical match they had had when Tom nonchalantly asked to pause 
everything. He then casually walked up to Laura, pulled down her panties, and promptly 
went down on her.

They continued to meet a number of times that first summer after Laura graduated, even 
after it was clear that the state of the rest of the wrestling group was in flux. Everyone 
was preparing to go their separate ways, despite Laura's somewhat naive belief that 
group meetings would continue as normal.

Tom and Laura were having a particularly aggressive match; lots of fists hammering back 
and forth, lots of ramming into Tom's basement walls, etc. Perhaps partly out of 
frustration that the group was apparently coming to an end, Laura was feeling a slight 
edge build up inside her. She didn't think it was rage per se, but she was using it as such a 
drive all the same. She had successfully performed her first bearhug on Tom that night, 
which was quite a feat considering he had about seventy-five pounds on her at the time. It 
took a couple of further bodyslams onto the padded blue mat before Tom finally 
submitted. It wasn't the first time Tom had lost to her, but for some reason Laura felt a 
newer sense of accomplishment.

As Laura looked down at Tom rolling and groaning on the mat, the vague sense of--
what? Rage? Frustration? Helplessness even? Whatever it was, it was starting to subside, 
replaced with a slowly growing sense of regret. She didn't want the match to be as rough 
as she had made it. She slowly walked over to Tom, hoping beyond hope that she didn't 
hurt him too badly.

Tom rolled onto his back to see Laura bending down, offering a hand up. He always liked 
it when she was bent over, as it gave him a nice look down the low-cut green sports bra 
she often wore to their matches. He graciously took her hand, smiling.

With a groan, Laura pulled Tom up to his feet. She was about to apologize to him for 
being so rough when Tom yanked on her arm, pulled her toward him, and then brought 
his right leg up into her stomach.

"Ohhh!" she moaned as she folded over his leg. She couldn't understand what was going 
on. Why did he do that? The match was over, right?

Laura barely had time to ponder this when Tom brought his left fist down onto her back, 
pounding down right between her shoulder blades. If he had used as much force as he 
would against another man, he would have surely fractured her spine.

"Ahhh!" Laura screamed as she reached back to attempt to clutch her back, as if she 
could somehow grab the crippling pain and pull it off her. She had never been in this 
much pain before. Tears were already running down her cheeks as Tom pulled his leg 
away, letting her drop to all fours.

"What are you doing??" she asked between gasping sobs, not even looking up at him.

"You wanted to fight like a man," Tom sneered as he approached her, sending a foot hard 
into her right side. "So take it like a man."

"Uhhhhnn!" Laura grunted. The blow practically sent her flying toward one of the 
basement walls. She was certain she felt one of her ribs loosen.

And so it began. Tom spent the next twenty-five minutes kicking, pounding, and 
throwing Laura back and forth across the basement. She tried to defend herself at first, 
but he had gotten too much of a jump on her. By the second kick to the ribs, the young, 
inexperienced twenty-two-year-old was rendered helpless, and no amount of pleading 
caused him to stop.

Despite the sadistic display, he remained professional, if such a word could be used. He 
never once punched, slapped, or otherwise struck her face. In fact, he was careful to not 
do anything that would have left obvious bruises, marks, or scars when Laura next 
reported to work one of her several jobs. He somehow convinced himself that what he 
was doing still fell into the realm of "wrestling," and he treated it as such.

When Tom was finished, Laura laid in the middle of the wrestling mat in a clump. She 
hurt everywhere. Tom hurried upstairs while Laura attempted to recover. It took her 
several minutes, but she finally rose to her feet. Still in a bit of a daze, she collected the 
rest of her clothes, quickly dressed, stumbled up the stairs from the basement, and headed 
out the door to her car. She didn't see Tom on her way out; in fact, she never saw him 
again.

Laura didn't dare mention what happened to anybody. Not her wrestling group friends; 
not even her roommate who knew about her wrestling "habit." She remained cool toward 
everyone; never breaking down, never spending a day or two sobbing uncontrollably. In 
fact, once she left Tom's house, she never shed a single tear over what happened. It was a 
control measure. She was terrified of anyone else finding out what she liked to do. She 
made a point to stop going to the group meetings if she knew that Tom was going to be at 
one. By the end of the summer, Laura was ready to leave town and get on with her life, 
and she rarely gave Tom and that night another thought.

But eight years later, all that was about to change.

Laura finished taping her little "pre-show," turned off the camera, and headed back into 
the locker room. There were still a few minutes before Tom was to arrive, and Laura 
needed to finish getting ready. She was already in her red sports bra, but she decided to 
keep her jeans on. There was something about sitting around in just her boxers that made 
her feel a little self-conscious.

As she walked into the locker room she couldn't help but notice her reflection in the full-
length mirror on the other end of the lockers. It had been a while since she took a good 
long look at herself. Sure, she had watched the videos of her own matches, but she rarely 
noticed the chunky white form that dominated the screen. She still stood 5'5" as she did 
after college, but her simply unfit form ballooned into an 175-pound frame. On the plus 
side, in her mind anyway, was that her measurements became more Rubenesque, 42DD-
38-44. She hated how she looked, honestly, but she had been able to use her size to her 
advantage on numerous occasions. She didn't think she would have been as successful 
with wrestling if she stayed at her college weight.

Laura continued to stare at herself, looking into the brown eyes in the mirror. There was 
so much she needed to sort out mentally before this match, and she was almost trying to 
will the reflection into starting a conversation with her.

"So," she finally said to herself aloud, "is this a revenge match or just a match?"

She barely had time to ponder this when she heard the main entrance to the gym open. Oh 
god, she thought, he's here. Thoughts were now filling her head about what he was going 
to look like. He was forty-five now, of course, and she imagined he was still 5'11", but 
what else? He wrote in his e-mail that he now weighed 205 pounds, so he gained some 
since she last saw him, but that didn't help. This was the man who had opened new doors 
for her, had awakened a sexual appetite inside her, and had been relatively handsome in a 
scuzzy kind of way. How did he change??

"Hello Laura," Tom said in the locker room doorway. "It's been a while."

"I'll say," she smiled back. "It's good to see you." She was lying through her teeth.

Not that he was unattractive now. As Tom walked toward an open locker and slung his 
bag down in front of him, Laura got a good look at him. It seemed as if he carried most of 
his gained weight in his stomach and thighs. His rugged-looking face was softened a bit 
with age. He still had a full head of hair and retained his slightly bushy mustache, but 
something was off about it all. They seemed darker than they were back when Laura 
knew him; more black than the dark brown they once were. Laura guessed that he had 
just been dying his hair lately, yet another aging male terrified of seeing just one gray 
whisker. "The natural aging process is for suckers," she imagined a hair-dye pitchman 
saying on television, because it's completely natural-looking for a guy over sixty to have 
pitch black hair. She wondered what other products will soon be introduced to delude 
baby boomers into believing that they can actually escape death.

"Did you have a good drive into town last night?" she asked as he kicked out of his jeans, 
revealing black trunks underneath. Laura momentarily wondered if he had anything in his 
entire wardrobe with a hint of gray anywhere.

"I suppose so," he replied before pulling his polo shirt off him. His chest was still as 
hairy as Laura remembered it. Not grotesque or anything; more in the "rugged manly 
man" vein he tried so desperately to maintain. Laura did like that his pecs were a little 
more developed than they had been. Unlike the rest of his visible hair, his chest hair was 
peppered slightly with gray; it looked the darkest around his slightly tanned, half-dollar-
sized nipples. Laura was beginning to remember why she had been physically attracted to 
him in the first place.

"How long did it take you to drive?" Laura asked while pulling her jeans off, revealing 
her usual red boxers underneath.

"About seven hours," he answered as he put his bag into his locker. "Dear god, driving 
through Indiana is boring as hell!"

"Tell me about it." By now, Laura started tying her long red hair back, inadvertently 
thrusting her chest out toward Tom. Tom certainly liked what he saw. Oh, how he wanted 
to just pin her down and start massaging her breasts, just like he used to in the old days.

Laura tried not to notice that he was staring at her. Evidently small talk wasn't working to 
ease the awkwardness of the situation, so Laura thought that she would just press on and 
act as if this was all business as usual for her.

"Well," she began as she offered her hand, "good luck in there."

It was a trick Laura had used countless times. She always shook her opponent's hand first 
to get a sense of how aggressive they might be. Even though she had sparred with Tom 
before, she had no idea what to expect in this handshake--and she really wanted to know 
what he was going to be like!

"You too," he smiled as he shook. The handshake alone was strange, as his grip was tight 
and strong, but he didn't actually "shake" hands up and down. It was almost as if he was 
trying to be deceptive with it. His smile didn't help matters, as it had a slight phony edge 
to it, like something a car salesman would flash at a prospect. As if the moment couldn't 
possibly get any weirder, Tom took a step toward Laura.

"I've really missed you," he whispered before leaning in, kissing Laura full on the lips.

Laura felt the slightly coarse mustache brush against her, and then Tom's lips pressed in 
tightly. She couldn't begin to list the number of ways she thought this was inappropriate. 
She would never do that to any potential opponent just before a match, even if she knew 
them. She could only guess that Tom kissed her because they had had such an intimate 
relationship before.

But that was eight years ago. Laura didn't return the kiss, though she didn't necessarily 
recoil either. She placed her hands onto Tom's hairy chest--oh, how good his pecs felt--
and gently pushed him back just enough to create some comfortable space between their 
faces.

"That was nice," she smiled, again lying through her teeth. "But things are different now. 
I'm happily married, I have a daughter, and I don't do things on the side, even in 
wrestling." Still lying, but he didn't know that.

"You're the one whose hands are on my chest," Tom smirked. They both glanced down 
to find Laura's fingers twirled into his chest hair and her palms clasped over his nipples.

Laura was almost ready to blush when she thought of the perfect response.

"Well then," she began, "next time I'll just shove you in the face. It wouldn't be nearly as 
ladylike, but...."

Tom chuckled, and it seemed to have diffused any embarrassment Laura was about to 
feel. They left the locker room and started toward the ring.

"So," Tom started, "you're married now?"

"That's right."

"So, what's your last name now?"

"Laura. First name, 'Miss.'"

"You've become more uppity since we last saw each other. I like that."

"That's funny. You've just become older."

Tom was about to respond, but instead held back and just blew into his dyed mustache, 
causing it to bristle. It almost looked like the mustache itself was trying to retort. "Allow 
me to defer to my wise and learned mustache," Laura imagined Tom would say if he was 
addressing Congress.

As they approached the ring, Laura walked over to her camera and tripod, made sure 
everything was still connected and plugged in correctly, and then turned the camera on. 
The rest of the ring area was free of clutter. Normally she had left a duffel bag at ringside 
containing miscellaneous things like extra video tapes, extra camera batteries in case 
there was a problem with the gym's outlets, and the all-too-essential waivers and 
contracts she had her opponents sign to protect her from liability; but all that was now 
safely secured in her locker. She didn't want anyone swiping their papers and then later 
claiming that they never signed them.

Laura climbed into the ring to find Tom already on the other side, stretching a little. It 
looked to her like he was trying to crack his back. It could have been an act for all Laura 
knew, as if he was trying to trick her into going easy on the older man. It didn't matter to 
her. She was there to give it her all, and Tom was perhaps the last person on the planet 
she was going to pull any punches for. He showed her a lot, so he undoubtedly could take 
it.

The two opponents casually walked toward the center of the ring, eyeing each other up. 
Tom already wanted her. It was the cleavage pushing out the top of the sports bra that 
was doing it to him. He knew right then and there that she could take much rougher sex 
than they had all those years ago, all the things he had wanted to do to her then.

"Ready, little girl?" Tom smirked.

"I've been ready while you've been staring at my tits," Laura responded coolly.

Tom's face flashed a quick shade of crimson before he started circling Laura. Laura 
responded in kind, looking for an opening. She was careful to think back to how she used 
to fight with him, hoping she didn't unknowingly develop some sort of pattern that he 
would be ready for.

Tom stuck his left hand forward slightly, and Laura saw her opening. She grabbed his 
hand, stepped behind him, and twisted his arm behind his back.

"Ahh!" Tom yelped in surprise. "Still starting off with that one?" He drove his free elbow 
back into Laura's stomach.

"Ohhph!" Laura coughed. Inside, she was cursing herself. Damn it, she thought, he baited 
me.

The anger was already starting to bubble up inside her. Still holding onto Tom's arm, she 
spun him around to face her and rushed forward, ramming her body into him.

Never did that to you before, she smiled inside.

"Uhhhnnn!" he grunted as he stumbled backward. He was a little stunned by Laura's size 
and how aggressively she used it. She was a little chubbier than he usually preferred, but 
he was sure the sex was going to be all the more sweeter after he won.

Laura saw the look on his face. His mind was clearly wandering, and she knew him well 
enough to know what he was thinking about. It was time to get him out of the gutter once 
and for all, she told herself. She charged forward, grabbed Tom by the waist, and drove 
him back into the corner.

"Aaagghh!" he screamed as his back crashed against the corner pole. Nobody had ever 
done anything like that to him before, as nobody had ever been powerful enough. He was 
trying desperately to blink away the stars he was starting to see.

Tom easily shoved Laura back as he tried to recover. You may be fat now, he thought to 
himself, but I'm still stronger. He tried to show just that by charging toward Laura. Laura 
was ready for him, though, as she stuck her right arm out as he approached, effectively 
clotheslining him across the chest.

Tom bent down and winced in pain, rubbing his chest. He looked up at Laura, glaring.

"You'll pay for that!" he hissed as he leaned in toward her.

Tom grabbed onto Laura's shoulders and charged in the opposite direction. Laura tried to 
slow them down, but he had too much weight on her. Feeling as if the corner was rapidly 
approaching her from behind, she wrapped her arms around his waist and twisted her 
body around, whipping him past her and throwing him into the corner instead.

Tom let out a pained groan as his side hit the corner. He didn't have a lot of time to 
recover as he saw Laura turn around to face him. Wanting desperately to get out of the 
position he was in, because god knows it would hurt again if she rammed into him, he 
charged forward and drove his left shoulder into Laura's stomach.

"Ooooff!" Laura sputtered as Tom tackled into her, driving them back across the ring. 
Tom was growing wild with desire over the dynamic displayed in this match. They 
weren't merely opponents to him. It went much deeper than that: former lovers, teacher 
and student, mentor and apprentice.

Laura tried to shove at his shoulders to pry him away from her, less concerned about her 
stumbling backward. Tom was too bulky to shake off, and it wasn't long before he 
rammed her back into the opposite corner.

"Gaaahh!" she screamed as the pain radiated up and down her spine. Adding insult to 
injury was the irony of the moment. Here was the famed Miss Laura being rushed into a 
corner, more or less betrayed by one of her own signature moves. She jerked her body 
back slightly, thrusting her chest into Tom's face.

"How do you like it??" Tom sneered as he rose back up, with Laura's mighty breasts 
brushing against him as he stood to face her. Tom pressed himself against her, trying to 
sandwich her into the corner. Through the pain, Laura couldn't help but feel Tom's 
trunks growing incredibly erect against her thigh.

"Are you as turned on as I am??" Tom whispered at her.

"No," she responded as she tried to push back at him.

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not!" She really wasn't turned on at all by any of this.

"Kiss me."

"No!"

"Do you remember all the things we used to do?"

"Shut up."

"Like the time I tied your arms behind your back?"

"I'm warning you." She wasn't quite sure to whom that was directed. In addition to Tom, 
she started to curse herself again, because now she was starting to get a little wet.

"Do you remember 'the harness?'"

Laura's eyes practically grew red with rage. She drove her face forward, butting her 
forehead into Tom's.

"Aaaph!" Tom shrieked in pain. His head jerked back and bounced forward like a 
bobblehead. He saw nothing but white and yellow light.

Laura had never done a headbutt before. She didn't believe in them in wrestling, feeling 
that they were somehow considered cheating. It was probably an irrational concern, but it 
was something she usually felt strongly about. Her forehead throbbed in pain, as she was 
sure she didn't do it exactly right. She most likely would have blacked out if not for the 
anger that was boiling up inside her. She reached down and jabbed her fists into Tom's 
stomach. If they had been knives, she surely would have drove them right into his 
kidneys.

"Oooohhh!" he howled at the surprise bursts of pain, intensified as Laura dug her fists in.

With a ferocious, determined growl--half-scream, half-battle cry--Laura charged forward, 
pushing Tom back with her fists like a forklift. They rushed across the ring, with Laura 
leading them into the opposite corner. Still growling, at the last second she gave Tom an 
extra push with her fists, throwing him into the corner.

"Aaaghh!" he screamed as his back again collided with a corner pole. If he wasn't too 
busy wincing in extreme pain, he would have seen Laura still charging toward him.

With that determined she-wolf growl in her throat, she rushed into the corner, smashing 
Tom even further into it.

"Uuhhff!" he coughed as all the air flew out of him. Whatever erection he was having 
had quickly gone limp. The only thing on his mind now was this massive, meaty woman 
ramming him into the corner.

But Laura wasn't done with him just yet. She took a slight step back and immediately 
drove her left knee up into Tom's stomach, increasing the volume of her battle cry as it 
connected.

"Oo-hooff!" Tom grunted as the knee pierced up into his ample gut. He slumped forward, 
doubling over Laura's knee and weakly wrapping his arms around her thigh.

Laura looked down at her prey, her determined stare evolving into more of a snarl. His 
sweaty bare back was too inviting, so she put her fists together and slammed them down, 
punctuating the blow with another growl.

"Aaargh!" he screamed as the fists pounded into the middle of his back, which 
immediately began throbbing in pain. His arms relaxed around Laura's leg and went 
limp. He would have surely collapsed down to the mat if Laura wasn't still keeping him 
up with her knee.

Still with a low grumbling in her throat, Laura gently wrapped her hands around Tom's 
head, keeping him in place as she dropped her knee. Tom was just about to fall when 
Laura brought her knee up again, driving it into Tom's forehead.

"Uhhnn!" Tom moaned as his whole body flipped back, plopping back against the corner 
pole. His arms flailed up and hooked onto the ropes on either side of him. It was the only 
thing keeping him up. His eyes rolled up into his head. Though awake, he was no longer 
conscious of what was being done to him.

Laura stomped over and grabbed the back of his head. His hair was so dripping with 
sweat that she was sure some of the dye was going to wash off right onto her fingers. The 
battle had been extremely tough so far, and Laura was also sweating profusely. The 
spandex of her sports bra was practically fused onto her right now.

Letting out yet another growl, Laura threw Tom forward, causing him to stumble across 
the ring and into the ropes on the opposite side. He bounced lazily off them, more like a 
deflated playground ball than any living organism that had control of its body. As he 
came back in the other direction, Laura charged forward, tackling into him and charging 
them back toward the ropes.

Tom was no longer making any normal sounds. At best, he was letting out an audible 
wince as he felt his body pushed back by the large woman--he never taught her that, he 
thought to himself through all the disorientation. They hit the ropes hard, with Tom's 
back taking in the brunt of the impact.

"Give up yet??" Laura sneered at him. The ropes were sagging heavily under their 
weight.

"When this is over," he began, "you will be sucking my--"

The ropes snapped them back in the middle of Tom's empty promise. As they rushed 
across the ring, Laura wrapped her arms around Tom tightly and twisted him around her, 
trying to keep herself in control of the steering. She was barely able to get Tom in front 
when they hit the opposite ropes, with the top one smacking across Tom's hairy chest.

"Uhhnn!" he grunted while Laura pressed into him from behind. Their combined 380 
pounds pushed into the ropes greatly, from above almost looking like an arrow being 
pulled back in a bow. Laura tightened her arms around Tom, hoping to squeeze some of 
the fight out of him before this got too far out of hand.

The ropes propelled them back across the ring, causing their large bodies to stumble 
rapidly toward the other side. The mat was literally shaking underneath their feet. Laura 
tried again to turn Tom toward the ropes, but they were picking up too much speed and 
their sweaty bodies were literally slipping against each other as she tried to move. By the 
time they got to the ropes, Laura was only able to turn ninety degrees, and both of their 
sides hit the ropes hard.

Laura was still letting out a low growl from before, while Tom shrieked as the ropes cut 
into his side. As the ropes again dipped under them, Tom casually slid his hands up 
Laura's sides, slipping his fingers into the bottom of her sports bra.

"What the hell do you think you're--?!?" she began angrily before the ropes again 
snapped them back in the other direction.

Laura was unprepared for her current situation. They were rushing too quickly now for 
her liking, while her opponent was seemingly trying to cop a feel in all this. Their feet 
stumbled uncontrollably now toward the opposite ropes.

Despite the shared out-of-control dilemma, Tom was ready now. While his hands were 
beginning to cup the bottom of Laura's round, soft breasts, he stuck his foot between 
Laura's feet.

"Jesus! Don't!" Laura shrieked in panic before tripping over Tom's foot, tumbling 
headlong toward the ropes and pulling him with her. He was hoping she would have let 
go by now, but it was clear that wherever she was going to end up, she was taking him 
along for the ride.

Unfortunately for both of them, instead of being caught by the ropes, their sweaty bodies 
slipped right between the top and middle ones, with their bulky frames pushing them 
through from behind.

"Fuck!" Laura whispered to herself as she felt their bodies shoot through the ropes. 
Gravity took over then, causing them to fall together onto the cold hard floor below.

Both wrestlers groaned in intense pain, the sounds combining together like some sadistic 
mutual orgasm. Their chubby bodies writhed and twitched against each other. They were 
out of the shot of Laura's affixed ringside camera, but if an observer was watching they 
would have had to do a double take to make sure these warriors weren't dry-humping.

Laura tried to get up onto all fours, but all she was able to manage was a simple roll onto 
her back. The ferocious growl that was building up in her throat was finally silenced; her 
body was in too much pain for her to make any kind of noise whatsoever at this point. 
Her left arm was all scraped up from the tumble down the side of the ring, her knees were 
already started to bruise, and she was trying in vain to sniffle back a nosebleed. She 
didn't even notice that her sports bra had ridden up as a result of Tom trying to molest 
her, with her wide, meaty left breast hanging out the bottom. If she was in fact on camera, 
she would surely have to blur it or edit out the next couple of minutes altogether.

Tom felt most of the pain in his chest and stomach. It had been years since he had been 
this hurt during a match. Whatever Laura had learned since he last saw her, it made her 
infinitely tougher than he could have imagined, and boy was he feeling it. He rose onto 
his hands and knees and began shaking his head clear. He had trouble breathing, and 
upon glancing down he saw his chest reddened and start to swell. It would be a few more 
moments before he felt a trickle of blood travel past his right eye from a gash going up 
and down the side of his forehead. He shook his head clear one more time before looking 
over to his opponent.

His erection immediately returned as he saw the plump, beaten-down woman before him. 
Her chest rose heavily as she lied on her back and gasped in pain. Tom wanted nothing 
more than to reach out for that bare white tit, squeeze the life out of it, and roll that large 
rubbery nipple between his fingers.

Instead, he crawled over and kicked Laura in the side.

"Ooohh!" she moaned as the foot knocked into her ribs. She flopped over onto her 
stomach like a fish. She tried desperately to get onto her hands and knees. She needed to 
buy some time. She needed to get away from--

Tom grabbed Laura by her hair. He was already back on his feet, though he wasn't sure 
how long he was going to stay on them. He also grabbed her right shoulder and 
proceeded to pull her up.

"Grrrr!" Laura started to growl as she felt herself hoisted up onto her feet. "Let go of me 
right--"

"Shut up!" Tom yelled as he spun her around and threw her into the side of the ring.

"Unnnngh!" she groaned as her front rammed into the hard side of the ring. Her bare 
breast plopped onto the mat from the impact, as if it was trying to grab onto something 
and pull her back into the ring.

Laura was about ready to fall to her knees, perhaps for the first time in years. As she 
started fighting the desire to black out, she recalled the moment in the locker room earlier 
when she was trying to engage in a conversation with her reflection.

"You're screwed now, honey," she imagined the reflection saying to her, complete with a 
smirk. "Figures he of all people would have your number."

Tom came up from behind Laura and grabbed the back of her head, keeping her relatively 
on her feet. He pulled her back and then threw forward, ramming her head down onto the 
mat.

"Uhhhnnn!" she grunted. She was really starting to lose consciousness now.

"Last time he beat the shit out of you, he practically left you for dead," the reflection 
taunted, hands on her hips. "What do you think he's going to do this time??" As if to 
punctuate what she meant, the reflection grabbed her chest.

Tom pulled Laura's head back again and threw it into the mat. His legs were really 
starting to get wobbly now. He needed to end this now.

"Uuuuhnn!" Laura moaned submissively. There was nothing more she could do. She felt 
her body beginning to shut down.

Tom felt that his opponent was done for as he pulled her head back again. Instead of 
throwing it for a third time, he looked at her dazed face. Her eyes were rolled up into her 

head, blood was slowly oozing out of her nose, and her forehead was beginning to turn a 
faint shade of purple. As if to illustrate his dominance, Tom leaned over and kissed Laura 
deeply, driving his tongue into her. He was about ready to come into his trunks as he 
didn't feel her resist. Feeling he proved his point, he pulled his lips away and 
nonchalantly tossed Laura backwards, letting her fall onto her back.

"What the hell are you doing?!?" the reflection yelled as Laura hit the floor. The 
reflection looked differently this time; younger. She was also bloodied and bruised all 
over her face, as if she had just been roughed up. "Fight back!"

Laura started regaining her focus just as she saw Tom dive toward her. She had only one 
shot or she was truly finished. She painfully brought her legs up and kicked forward, 
catching Tom right into his bruised, hairy chest.

"Yaaaahh!" he screamed loudly as the soles sank into him. He leapt back lazily, his back 
hitting the side of the ring. It was of little importance to him. His chest was on fire. He 
hunched down and grasped at his pecs, eyes closed shut in pain.

As Laura finally rose to her feet, the first thing she did was cover her exposed breast back 
up with her bra. As if reminded of Tom's ungentlemanly manner, she backhanded him 
with her fist.

"Unnngh!" he grunted as his jaw practically shattered. He stumbled alongside the ring, 
partly from the blow and partly to distance himself from Laura. With a newly determined 
sneer, Laura grabbed Tom by the back of his head and threw him under the bottom rope, 
getting him back into the ring.

A quick roll under the ropes later and Laura was back in the ring as well; back in the 
camera range. She painfully climbed up the ropes to get on her feet and looked back 
down, seeing Tom twist back and forth on the mat. Laura leapt toward him and drove her 
left elbow down right into his stomach.

"Oohhhhhhphh!" Tom moaned as the pointy elbow stabbed into him, his entire torso 
rippling and shaking from the blow. Laura quickly scrambled onto him, straddling his 
stomach. She grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up to face her.

"Do you give?" she asked through a grimace.

No response.

Laura punished him by sending her fist down onto the gash on his forehead.

"Agghh!" Tom screamed as his head exploded in pain. He felt like someone had just 
smacked him with a baseball bat. His head plopped back down onto the mat. He was in a 
daze.

Laura was not satisfied.

"I said, do you give?!" she growled at him, punctuating it by ramming both fists down 
onto his sore and swollen chest.

Tom began howling in pain, his head turning back and forth in convulsions. He weakly 
tried to push Laura off him, but it was of no use.

Laura was getting more and more pissed off by Tom's refusal to give her a response. She 
grabbed the top of his head, momentarily impressed that his hair dye had not yet been 
sweated off at all, and began ramming it down onto the mat again and again.

"ANSWER ME!" Laura screamed at him between the third and fourth poundings.

After about seven or eight slams, Tom was starting to black out. He hadn't been entirely 
there for a while now--he couldn't even remember how he got back into the ring--but 
now his consciousness was really starting to flutter in and out.

"I give!" he finally offered between rammings. "I give! I give!!"

Laura heard him, but she really didn't care. She continued slamming his head down onto 
the mat, adding a little more force each time. With each throw she recalled the things he 
had done to her all those years ago.

"You god--" WHAM! "--damn--" WHAM! "--sleazy--" WHAM! "--bastard!" she yelled 
as she drove his head down repeatedly. She capped off the last word by driving her right 
fist into the middle of Tom's battered chest, grinding it in between his pecs.

"Aaaaargghh!" he screamed in agony, unable to protect himself while the large bulky 
woman rested on top of him. "Stop, stop!! PLEASE!!"

Laura cocked her left fist back. She was so ready to just smash his face in. She saw 
nothing but red. She wondered, was she the only one he brutalized like that? Were there 
others? What about her wrestling friend Kelly or others from the college group? Is that 
why he hung around the campus? To find stupid young women to screw and then beat the 
shit out of? Was that it? Was it??

She was just about to strike when she saw the face under her. Outside of the gash on his 
forehead, which was now bleeding quite a bit, the front half of Tom's head was relatively 
unscathed. For the first time in the whole match Laura took a really good look at him. He 
was pale and blotchy. His ultra black hair looked comical by now. The equally dark 
mustache looked like a relic from the 1970s. His rugged facial features were buried under 
padded cheeks, a doubling chin, and almost bulbous bags under the eyes. He no longer 
looked either sexy or manly. He was nothing more than a pathetic middle-aged man.

Laura slowly lowered her fist. Her chest was heaving up and down as she tried to control 
her breathing, trying to exhale all of the rage that was fueling her. She kept an icy glare at 
Tom as she carefully rose to her feet. She slowly turned and made her way toward the 
ropes when she heard a voice behind her.

"Can you give me a hand up?" Tom meekly asked.

Laura froze in her tracks. She asked herself, was he being serious? Did he really need 
help? Or was he just trying to find some small way to hurt her feelings by reminding her 
what he had once done?

She turned back toward him and slowly made her way to the center of the ring. She tried 
to keep her eyes on everything all at once: Tom's expression, his hands, his feet, 
everything. She casually offered her hand, which Tom took, allowing Laura to help pull 
him back onto his feet.

"You never learned, did you?" Tom smirked as he threw his right leg toward her 
stomach.

But Laura was more than ready for him this time. She caught the leg with one hand, 
grabbed Tom's other thigh with the other, and leapt forward into him, bodyslamming 
Tom back down onto the mat.

"Uhhhnnn!" Tom groaned as his back hit the mat hard. Adding injury to injury, his head 
inadvertently jerked back upon the impact, smacking against the mat and compounding 
the relentless throbbing he was already feeling back there.

Laura slowly got back onto her feet and looked down at the white lumpy body before her. 
All the fight was finally out of him. He was both outsmarted and soundly defeated. 
Feeling good about her little triumph, she went over to the camera and turned it off. She 
would tape her post-match segment after Tom left.

Laura climbed out of the ring and took a seat in one of the nearby folding chairs lined up 
around it. She realized how lucky she was that she didn't crash into one of them when 
they fell out of the ring. She kept her eyes on Tom the whole time, waiting for him to get 
up on his own. She wasn't going to just run away and leave him alone as he had done to 
her. She was better than that.

Tom eventually rose onto all fours and crawled over to the ropes. He slipped under them 
and headed toward the locker room, barely throwing a glance in Laura's direction. Laura 
didn't want to be in there while he changed. She wasn't afraid of anything per se, but she 
just had a feeling that any conversation would have been incredibly awkward.

Only a minute or so later, Tom left the locker room, with his clothes lazily thrown back 
on. He hardly said anything, only throwing a quick "Good match" over his shoulder as he 
made his way toward the gym's exit.

Laura remained in the folding chair for a minute or so longer, just taking in the eerie 
silence of the gym. She looked over at the empty ring. There was something calm about 
its stillness. Just minutes ago it had been the setting of a major battle; now it was little 
more than ropes and canvas. There was something unsettling about that for Laura, but she 
wasn't sure exactly what.

She finally walked into the locker room and sat down on the bench in front of her locker. 
She was slowly recalling the match in her mind. So many emotions were running through 
her at that moment: the nervousness beforehand, the faint titillation, the very real danger 
of almost being defeated, the satisfaction of winning the match, and that lingering fear of 
what would have happened if she had taken things too far. All of those feelings and more 
were coming together. And then something happened.

Laura began to cry.

She wasn't sure what exactly triggered it or what it meant. She wasn't sad or angry, and 
they certainly didn't feel like tears of joy. There was definitely something cathartic about 
it, though, as if eight years of pent up frustration, anxiety, and fear were finally being 
released. She really didn't know what it was all about. And as strange as it all seemed, it 
felt good.



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