Miss Laura: Showdown
by Miss Laura, mk92787@hotmail.com
Tina harassed Laura. Laura hurt Tina's sister. After months of drama, they finally go at it, but who will exact her revenge on whom?




Laura didn't want to be in the locker room at that moment. She didn't want to be within 
fifty miles of the gym. She wanted a break--go out of town, go to a secluded spa resort, 
go anywhere. She barely had enough energy to stay awake all day let alone engage in 
wrestling matches. She needed a vacation.

But here she was, waiting to settle something that had been brewing for months. Any 
moment now, Tina, her onetime friend, was going to come sauntering in and looking for 
a fight. Against her better judgment, Laura agreed to accommodate her.

It had been just a week ago when Laura was last in the gym. Tina had talked her into 
squaring off against Tina's little sister, Missy. Laura soundly defeated her and even took 
time to humiliate her--tore off her top, even threw her out of the ring. Tina was livid and 
challenged Laura to a match herself right then and there.

But it was more than that. This match wasn't going to be about mere revenge--"you hurt 
my sister, prepare to die." This afternoon was the accumulation of months of tension 
between these two women, most of which Laura tried in vain to avoid. Yet here she was, 
sitting there waiting for it all to come out and be dealt with physically, as if it were 
prehistoric times and grudges were settled with clubs and trials by fire. Or worse, as if the 
idea of wrestling was nothing more than the Caucasian version of street gangs busting 
caps in each other's asses. Laura wondered, would that have made Hulk Hogan a Crip or 
a Blood?

"Some vacation," she said aloud to no one in particular.

It all started a little over a year before. Laura had been going to a fitness center--one of 
those ones near a mall that has stayed in business under one corporate name or another; a 
Bally's at one point, a Fitworks the next. It seemed to always get swallowed up by 
whichever new chain was trying to take off across the country. To perhaps everyone's 
surprise, it miraculously was able to remain a fitness or exercise business in some way, 
shape, or form over the years, never facing the inevitable and becoming a dollar store or 
car dealership showroom or something else profoundly boring and unnecessary.

Laura was not exactly a regular there; even now she wouldn't be able to tell anyone what 
chain name was on her membership card. But she had started going there a little more 
frequently just to tone her muscles a bit. She wasn't worried about her weight or anything. 
She just didn't feel as if she was as developed as she could have been for her matches, 
especially in her arms and legs--just shave a slice or two of fat off her biceps and calves. 
Ralph's gym was fine for the matches, but to actually exercise, Laura needed a place with 
actual working equipment.

One of the center's most popular areas was a bank of about a dozen or so Stairmaster 
machines. They were older and a little rickety and were probably purchased in bulk by 
the franchisee back when the contraptions were new and all the rage in the early 1990s. 
Laura wasn't really crazy about them, as she felt they were executed poorly and the 
settings were a little misleading. The particular machine she was on one day was being 
especially finicky, with Laura being unable to adjust the settings or choose a specific 
"course." She noticed that the woman on the machine next to her was having similar 
problems with her controls.

"Having any luck with yours?" Laura asked, a definite note of sarcasm in her voice.

"I think the point of these is to give our fingers a workout instead," came the response. 
The two women shared a chuckle.

"I'm Laura."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Tina."

Laura couldn't tell how old Tina was, guessing maybe approaching middle age. The 
paleness and sweatiness of her exercise-exhausted face didn't help Laura pinpoint it any 
more accurately. Tina's hair was already starting to turn, gradually changing from a 
shimmering blond to that sort of vague silvery white that blondes tend to get when they 
get older. She stood 5'10", and Laura could definitely see some tone and muscle on her, 
even under her one-piece gray workout outfit. Laura would later learn that Tina hovered 
around 145 pounds, some of it clearly muscle.

The two chatted for a while as they fiddled with their Stairmasters. Tina was married and 
had three kids, though Laura couldn't begin to guess where all the weight from her 
pregnancies disappeared to. Laura was only able to grasp that Tina worked for the 
government in a very vague sense, filing veterans' benefits or something. She had been 
coming to the fitness center for years, usually in the evening after work. Laura did notice 
that Tina only gave her husband a passing mention.

They continued running into each other on a few more occasions before agreeing to start 
meeting there at specific times and work out together. Laura really enjoyed having a 
friend not connected to wrestling in some way, especially since the people she did 
socialize with from that world were usually quite awkward and didn't have too much else 
to talk about besides wrestling. She was frankly getting sick of it dominating her personal 
life.

Unfortunately, though, it all came out a few months later. Laura and Tina had made plans 
to use the center's jacuzzi for a bit after they exercised, so they brought swimsuits with 
them. Tina's was a rather conservative two-piece set--no strings or thongs or anything 
else inappropriate for the setting or her age. She most likely used it to go swimming in 
back when the center actually had a pool. When Laura saw Tina in it, she was quite taken 
aback, as the suit really showed off Tina's body. Her measurements were a near-perfect 
38C-28-38, with her hips curving in at a sharp angle. But Laura was most impressed with 
her stomach, flat and toned but not in a goofy Bowflex-commercial sort of way. Her abs 
were clearly defined, hovering in that perfect visual middle ground between tummy and 
washboard.

Laura then glanced over at the wall mirror to see herself in her own one-piece swimsuit. 
She thought she looked frumpy by comparison, with her 5'5" height and 175-pound 
frame. She specifically bought this suit so that it would conceal her 42DD-38-44 shape 
pretty well, and it did. She looked absolutely plain next to Tina.

When they got to the hot tub, Tina went around the other side and slunk into it, looking 
like she had seen one too many nighttime dramas. Laura couldn't help but watch the 
water envelope her slender form. She had experimented a little with her sexuality while 
in college--her current attitude was, who didn't?--but it was the first time in quite a while 
that she found herself a little aroused by another woman. She then tried not to stare as she 
saw Tina's bust float seductively along the water line. Laura tried really hard to ignore the 
tingle she was feeling between her legs as she finally stepped into the jacuzzi and sat 
across from Tina.

"So," Laura began, trying to distract herself, "when did you start coming here anyway?"

"Oh, shortly after I was attacked," Tina replied.

"Oh my god."

"No, it was nothing like that. I just got mugged--hit a few times, but it was over quickly."

"But still...."

"There was a self-defense class here that I wanted to check out. I went a few times, 
learned some moves, and then just sorta wandered around here to try out the equipment."

"Well, you've definitely gotten some good use out of the place."

Tina smiled a thank you, but it was different from how she normally smiled. Laura 
couldn't put her finger on it exactly. It was something in how she tilted her head back. 
Her imagination was probably getting the better of her, but Laura thought it was almost a 
come-hither sort of smile.

"What about you?" Tina asked.

"Pardon?"

"Why do you come?"

"Mostly to develop my muscles a little. I need to for what I do."

"What do you mean?"

"I wrestle in my spare time." Laura already knew it was a mistake while she was saying 
it. She was even trying to mentally pulled the words back into her mouth.

"Really? Like, really wrestle?"

"Uh, yeah. A friend of mine owns a gym and--"

"Who do you wrestle?"

"Oh, just some contacts that I know. People I know from online mostly."

"But just women, right?"

"No. Actually, I seem to wrestle men more. I'm always looking for a challenge."

"Oh really?" Tina's smile widened. "How well do you do against them?"

"Haven't submitted yet," Laura smirked, deliberately acting cocky.

Laura started to feel something against her right foot. She wasn't sure what it was at first, 
but as it brushed back and forth she had an idea that it was one of Tina's feet. She couldn't 
tell if Tina was accidentally doing it or if she was actually trying to play footsie with her. 
Laura barely had time to decide before Tina's foot drew away slowly.

"I should probably get out of here and go home," Laura said, trying not to sound rude or 
freaked out. "It's getting a little too hot in here."

"And wet," Tina smiled.

To Laura's chagrin, every time they would meet to work out, all Tina wanted to talk 
about was Laura's wrestling. Laura didn't mind at first, but after a couple of weeks it 
started getting under her skin. She felt like when a person may come out as homosexual 
to a friend and then all that friend wants to ask about is their homosexuality. It was as if 
their entire friendship up to that point didn't matter one bit. Laura was Tina's "wrestling 
friend," sucking Laura right back into that world that she needed a break from in the first 
place.

Laura soon made the mistake of telling Tina that she actually sold DVDs of her matches 
online. Upon hearing this, Tina's eyes practically bugged out with dollar signs over the 
pupils like Daffy Duck's might. All of a sudden, Tina wanted to "help" Laura find 
opponents, asking for nothing in return--at least as far as Laura knew. Laura had no idea 
where she kept finding them, but Tina started to provide a steady stream of men of 
various ages and body types to square off against her. Naturally, she won every time.

Things quickly turned south over the way Tina was scheduling matches for Laura. Tina 
would select some guy from somewhere, send him a lot of Laura's personal information, 
and then set up a day and time--all without Laura's prior knowledge or consent. All Laura 
would get would be a vague voice message, making her feel like she was ordered or 
assigned to do these matches. It became too much for Laura, so she simply cut Tina off. 
They didn't speak for months.

When Tina did finally get a hold of Laura, it wasn't to clear the air or apologize; it was 
just to set up another match, one with Tina's little sister. Laura was extremely reluctant to 
do it, but Tina promised that she would leave Laura alone for good if she just did this one 
little thing for her. That "one little thing" has since become a two-week ordeal, which 
Laura was hoping was about to end.

Laura was already in her red sports bra and boxers. She even had her long red hair tied 
back, even though she had about twenty minutes to spare. She simply didn't want to hang 
around in the locker room when Tina arrived. She wasn't necessarily afraid of anything 
being said or done; she just didn't want to lose focus.

"Are you nervous?" Mikey asked from the locker room doorway. Laura could tell that his 
camera was turned off and not even pointing at her, as he puts on a certain voice when he 
talks to her from behind it. He wasn't interviewing her. He was legitimately asking her as 
a friend.

"Does it show?" she asked back, not turning to face him.

"You just seem...edgy."

"Maybe I should take a Xanax," she laughed.

"You know, last week I asked you if that was a grudge match and you said no. What 
about today?"

Silence.

"I'm sorry," he added.

"No, it's okay. I'm sure Tina thinks this is some sort of thing like that."

"What about you?"

"Is this really who I'm becoming? One of those dumb blockheads who solve everything 
with their fists? The ones who go out spoiling for fights over nothing? 'Those people look 
funny, let's beat them up.' 'I don't like gays, let's beat them up.' 'Your skin color is 
different, I'm gonna beat you up.' Whatever happened to just dealing with problems or 
talking them out?"

"Oh, come on. You know you're not like that. Those people are just assholes. Some 
people get off on violence. It's the world we live in."

"But--but, that's not why I'm doing this. I'm not doing it out of the thrill of hurting 
someone else. It's about the sport, the challenge, the physical nature of it. You don't 
understand, there are a lot of people involved with this that are doing it just to hurt 
others...to show how they're better than other people. They're not doing it for the sport, 
they're doing it to be a bully. I don't want that!"

"You aren't like that."

"You weren't there in the ring last week. I was manhandling that poor girl. I didn't like 
what I was doing and--"

"You're afraid it's going to come back and bite you in the ass?"

Laura sat there quietly. She couldn't tell if Mikey really understood what she was getting 
at. If this was what she was becoming in the ring, then she wasn't sure how much longer 
she could do this.

"How much longer do we have?" she asked.

"Um, about fifteen minutes."

"Do you want to do the pre-show now?"

"Oh, yeah." Mikey was so caught up in the conversation that he stupidly forgot that he 
had his camera in his hand. As he entered the locker room he realized that Laura had 
opened up more just now than she had in all of the interviews he had taped with her put 
together. He knew that she ironically wouldn't have said anything like she did if he had 
the camera running. He wasn't sure if he should feel grateful that she considered him 
enough of a friend to open up to him like that or worried that she would just blurt out 
doubts about herself.

The interview went smoothly, though Mikey was making a point to avoid asking 
questions that would even hint at the conversation they had just had off the record. Laura 
was in the middle of answering a very basic question about chokeholds when they heard 
the gym's main entrance doors creak open. Both Laura and Mikey froze in place. It was 
time.

Laura immediately reached into her locker and produced the two waivers she still needed 
Tina to sign. Mikey turned off his camera and left the row of lockers, not wanting to get 
in Tina's way when she entered. Tina appeared in the doorway suddenly, and her eyes 
immediately darted to Mikey.

"What's this little shit doing here?" she demanded to know.

"This 'little shit' is the son of the gym's owner," Laura explained calmly. "He's family. 
Try to remember that. Here, sign these."

Laura stood up and handed Tina the waivers, which she signed hurriedly--almost 
aggressively, as if she was going to show Laura by roughly mishandling sheets of paper. 
Laura took the waivers back and headed out the locker room. She didn't even bother to 
shake Tina's hand. Normally she would, as it always gave her a sense of her opponent, 
but she already knew what she was in for. Tina was pushy, feisty, and could change 
moods at the drop of a hat. Laura already knew it was going to be a tough match.

"I'll go lock the entrance doors," Laura explained. "When you're done getting dressed and 
being interviewed, I'll be--"

"Excuse me??" Tina asked, a distinct bit of outrage in her voice. "I'm certainly not going 
to be interviewed!"

"It was in the waiver that you yourself just signed."

"Then the whole thing's off!"

"Are you forfeiting the match before it even starts?" Mikey asked, his camera already on 
and pointing at Tina. "What would Missy think?"

Tina could only glare at Mikey.

"As I was saying," Laura continued, "I'll be in the ring waiting for you."

"Faggot," Tina said into the camera, clearly directing it at Mikey.

After Laura locked and chained the gym's doors shut, she turned on her ringside camera 
and then made her way into the ring. She was eager to get this match started, only 
because she was more eager to be done with it. No more Tina after today, she told 
herself. No more hiding cars, no more dreading phone calls, no more shit. As Laura 
stretched in one corner of the ring, she had a very clear sense of how she wanted to 
proceed with her wrestling after today, especially with whom she would let into this 
world of hers. As Tina exited the locker room, Laura tensed up all her muscles in 
anticipation.

"Let's just get through this first," she whispered to herself.

Tina entered the ring quietly, slipping in under the ropes. She had on a navy blue sports 
bra and a matching, form-fitting pair of exercise shorts. It had been a while since Laura 
last saw Tina in any sort of workout gear, but it did look like Tina had purchased her 
current outfit just for this match. It looked sleek and tight on her versus the worn and 
lived-in look of Laura's own outfit.

But Laura was a little too busy eyeing up Tina's boots instead of her clothes. The white 
boots looked tall on her, climbing up her calves and stopping just below her kneecaps. 
The laces went up the front, making them look almost like high-top sneakers from the 
1980s. They had a bit of a glossy shine to them--patent leather, Laura deduced. Laura 
usually preferred going barefoot herself, and she was so used to her opponents wrestling 
that way as well that she never put any thought into adding any rules or guidelines 
regarding footwear. Laura didn't like anything on her feet when she squared off. Granted 
by now the soles of her size 9 feet had become tough and hardened and her insteps had 
calloused many times over, Laura still preferred that close feeling of her bare feet on the 
mat. It really made her feel like she was there and it was just her; not her in some 
costume in a pretend play match. Laura wasn't sure if Tina had put them on for function 
or just decoration, but there was no denying one immediate effect they had. They added 
an extra inch to Tina's height, and she now practically towered over Laura.

"Are you ready, or did you want to check me out some more?" Tina asked sarcastically as 
she approached the center of the ring.

"I was just thinking how grateful I am that you worked me in before your night of 
crimefighting," Laura responded. She hated trash talk, as she felt it was juvenile and just 
counterproductive. But Tina did start it.

They circled each other slowly, their eyes locked on each other. Laura knew deep down 
that the second she mentioned wrestling to Tina all those months ago, it was going to end 
here in the ring. She had just become so sick of this activity dominating every other 
aspect of her life. In her mind, she was no longer plain old Laura, wife and mother. She 
was Miss Laura the wrestler, and that takeover of her life and personality was making her 
sick. She just wanted a break from the whole damn thing.

As they circled, it became clear that Tina wasn't going to make a move. She had her 
hands out and ready, but her arms were tucked in, as if she glued her elbows to her sides. 
Laura decided to get things going, so she rushed toward Tina and stuck out her right arm, 
hoping to clothesline her. Tina immediately raised her hands up, blocked Laura's arm, 
and pushed it down and out of the way.

Laura was surprised to say the least. She sidestepped back over to Tina, keeping some 
distance between them. There was something weird about that block, Laura thought. It 
felt a little too planned, almost rehearsed. Laura couldn't put her finger on it.

Tina abruptly stepped in and tried to lock her hands onto Laura's for a test of strength. 
Laura was in no mood for such childish wastes of time, so she grabbed Tina's left arm 
and moved behind her, hoping to twist her arm back with her. Amazingly, Tina spun into 
Laura and shoved into her with her free arm. Letting go of the arm, Laura stumbled back 
a few steps. She was now getting ticked off.

"You didn't think I'd let you try that again, did ya?" Tina sneered, keeping her distance.

"Again?" Laura asked, mostly to herself. Then it occurred to her, to put it lightly--the 
realization hit her more like a ton of bricks. Tina didn't arrange the match with Missy last 
week so her sister could live out some silly teenage wrestling fantasy. Tina wanted to see 
Laura in action, to get a sense of her moves and wrestling routine, to prepare for her own 
match with her!

The thought of Tina actually using her own sister to carry out such a plan angered Laura 
something fierce. Tina wasn't just setting Laura up; she also set up a family member, 
someone who's supposed to be able to trust her. It was possible that Missy was in on it 
from the start but not likely. Laura doubted that she herself would have been beaten up 
and humiliated mercilessly just to carry out some zany scheme for her sister or brothers. 
Tina used her sister, and she used Laura.

Laura was glaring at Tina now. If she was able to, her look would have cut Tina in two 
like a sword. She charged at her, ducking down and keeping her right shoulder in front. 
She rammed into Tina, knocking her back a bit.

"Uuhhhn!" Tina groaned as she stumbled backwards. Laura was expecting her to now 
understand who she was dealing with. Instead, Tina just smirked and asked, "Is that all 
you got, big girl?"

With a slight snarl, Laura rushed at Tina, swinging her left fist at her. Tina thrust both 
arms up in the air, with one blocking her fist and the other striking Laura in the chin.

"Uhhff!" Laura sputtered as her head rocked back. Ironically, that's when it hit her. She 
now understood why those blocks seemed so--calculated. They were self-defense moves, 
most likely learned at that class Tina went to when they had first met a year ago. They're 
usually taught in the context of what to do in case an attacker comes after you, not what 
to do in an oppositional sport like boxing or wrestling. As her chin throbbed, Laura 
wondered if Tina knew just how dangerous using that could be, as they're meant to 
immobilize and seriously harm one's attacker. Laura even recalled a friend once telling 
her of one defense blow to the nose that could potentially force bones of the skull into the 
brain.

Wanting to keep her face safe, Laura decided to try to aim lower this time, sending her 
right fist to Tina's stomach. Tina was ready for that, though, grabbing Laura's arm and 
twisting it up.

"Aaaghh!" Laura screamed, partly out of anger that someone else was twisting her arm 
around for a change. She barely had time to ponder this, as Tina drove her right leg up 
into Laura's belly.

"Ooofff!" she coughed out as she felt the boot sting across her. She felt the wind rush out 
of her, and she tried to suck some back in before Tina kicked her again. With no air left 
in her, Laura could only pantomime her pain, her mouth open in a silent "o."

Laura knew that another blast was coming, so as a last ditch effort she swung her left arm 
over and into Tina's side. It wasn't hard enough to do any damage, but the force was able 
to knock Tina away and cause her to let go of her arm. Laura knew it was sloppy, but she 
was desperate.

Tina was more pissed than anything, feeling like Laura wasn't giving her enough of a 
fight. She was actually offended by this. Oh, she thought, am I not good enough for you 
to put any effort into this, bitch?? Tina thought that she would show her, so she spun her 
body around and swung her left leg out, kicking Laura in the side.

"Uhhhn!" Laura grunted in pain as the hard leather of the boot smacked into her, sending 
her stumbling into the side of the ring. The ropes caught her gently, and she grasped them 
desperately as she found her footing again. Tina was waiting for her near the center of the 
ring.

"Had enough yet?" Tina smirked.

Laura glared back and charged toward her, letting out a light battle cry. Instead of 
cowering or bracing for impact, Tina stepped forward and grabbed Laura's left arm and 
shoulder. With a strained twist, Tina pulled Laura past her and slammed the chunkier 
woman down onto her back.

"Uuuggh!" Laura groaned as she hit the mat hard. In addition to the pain, she was starting 
to feel embarrassed. Tina was throwing her back and forth across the ring, and with a few 
simple self-defense moves. Laura was even starting to feel like the big, dumb, masked 
attacker that they use in those classes.

Tina casually walked around the side of Laura's body, feeling extremely pleased about 
herself. With each step, her boots made loud, almost artificial clumping sounds onto the 
mat, as if the rubber and canvas were not meeting naturally. Oh, she thought to herself, 
you're going to pay, bitch.

"It's time you learned to tap-dance," Tina taunted before stomping her right foot down 
onto the side of Laura's stomach.

"Ooofff!" Laura sputtered out as she rolled to her side, folding her body over almost in a 
fetal position. She just needed a moment, just a moment.

Tina wasn't going to give her such relief as she reached down and grabbed Laura's legs. 
After getting her onto her back again, she pulled her legs apart and stepped in closer, her 
body between them. It was clear what her next target was.

"This is for Missy, bitch," she whispered down at her. Unbeknownst to her, it's what 
Laura was waiting for.

Laura pulled her legs from Tina's grip and wrapped them around her waist, squeezing 
tight.

"Ahhh!" Tina shrieked out in surprise. "What are you--??"

"Shut up," Laura muttered as she squeezed tighter, locking her ankles together. Tina 
couldn't move; she couldn't even speak. Laura kept her in place like a vise. She finally 
twisted her body to the side and threw Tina from her legs, sending Tina stumbling into 
the ropes. This gave Laura just enough time to hop back up onto her feet.

Tina grabbed onto the top rope as she wrapped her other arm around her stomach. She 
was sucking in air in loud, pained wheezes. Her lungs felt like they were on fire. She had 
barely taken a complete, full deep breath before she felt Laura pull on her hair, causing 
her to gasp.

Laura had gotten the advantage, and she knew she had to keep it; she was determined to. 
Yanking Tina over to her, she wrapped her arms around her and started to squeeze. It was 
time for Laura to end this, and she knew that a bearhug would literally press the 
remaining strength right out of her.

"Ngghh," Tina groaned, wincing.

Laura tightened her arms, satisfied that it was working. She had it all figured out. Pretty 
soon she'll drag Tina around the ring and then flatten her into a corner.

"Do you still want me?" Tina asked all of a sudden.

"What??" Laura asked, a clear note of surprise in her voice.

"Does my body still turn you on?"

Laura was stunned by the question, widening her eyes. Tina saw her opening, driving her 
head down into Laura's forehead.

"Aaack!" Laura screamed as nothing but white pain filled her vision. She had no choice 
but to let go of Tina as her hands instinctively went up to cover her face, stumbling 
backward. Laura wasn't sure what was making her more upset at that moment: the actual 
blow to her head, the fact that Tina used their slight mutual attraction from the past as a 
distraction, or the fact that someone found a way out of her signature bearhug.

Tina couldn't help but feel good inside. She hurt the big bitch--that was all she cared 
about. She turned to her side and drove her right boot square into Laura's unprotected 
belly.

"Oooohhh!" Laura moaned gravelly as she felt the hard sole sink into her soft flesh. The 
kick sent her backwards into the ropes. Her hands grabbed onto the ropes on either side 
of her, letting her hang off them lazily.

Tina rushed up and dug her left forearm into Laura's neck, hoisting her back upright and 
pinning her against the ropes. As Tina applied pressure, Laura started to gag.

"The great Miss Laura," Tina taunted, desperately waiting to see Laura's face turn blue. 
"Beaten by someone who's never wrestled before in her life. You never had a chance and 
you know it. That's why you avoided me!"

Laura ignored the words as she drew in as much air as she could, her face scrunched into 
a wince. With her free hand, Tina turned Laura's head toward the stationary camera at the 
side of the ring.

"Smile for your fans now, bitch!" Tina hissed at her.

Laura responded by driving both of her fists into Tina's sides.

"Uhhnnn!" Tina groaned as her body hopped back. Her arms left Laura as she pulled her 
elbows back against her sides for protection.

Laura took a deep breath of air, her reddened face now easing back to normal. With a 
glare, she slowly advanced toward Tina, her fists clenched. Still folded over, Tina 
backpedaled cautiously, her eyes wide with terror and fixed onto Laura's. Her crouched 
form practically made her look like she had shrunk in size. As she backed toward the 
center of the ring, Tina desperately started shaking her head, mouthing "no" repeatedly.

Laura didn't smirk, taunt, or say a word. She merely backhanded Tina across the face.

"Ahh!" Tina squeaked out as her head snapped to the side. She quickly glared back at 
Laura and swung her left fist at her. Laura saw it coming from a mile away and easily 
blocked it with her arm.

"You're not the only one who's taken a self-defense class," she smirked before 
backhanding Tina again, knocking her head in the other direction. Laura followed it with 
another slap to the right, and then again to the left.

"Uhhn!...Nhhh!...Uhhhn!" There was something satisfying to Laura about Tina's sounds. 
Just moments ago, this taller, more muscular woman was declaring victory and had no 
reservations about rubbing it in Laura's face. Now here she was, being slapped around 
like a ragdoll, her once-mighty and domineering voice and demeanor reduced to girlish 
moans of pain.

Tina tried to stand up straight again, but she was clearly getting punch drunk, the upper 
half of her body swaying a bit. She barely had time to bring her fists up to fight before 
Laura brought her right knee up into her stomach.

"Ooooohhhhh!" Tina groaned in a drawn-out howl as she doubled over into Laura's 
waiting arms. Laura kept her knee in place for a moment longer, liking the feel of the 
impact, really connecting with the muscle of her abs. Laura glanced down at Tina's back 
and had an idea. Thinking it would be poetic, she grabbed Tina's sports bra and yanked it 
up and off her, tossing it out of the ring.

"Huh?...N-nooo..." Tina moaned as her bare 38C breasts shook under her. She was still in 
too much of a daze to fully know what was going on. She just had a sense that she was 
being humiliated like her little sister was a week before.

Laura pressed down on Tina's head to keep her bent over and then turned her around to 
face one of the corners of the ring. With a heave, Laura threw Tina forward, sending her 
into the corner wildly, her head clunking into the pole.

"Uuuhnnnn..." Tina groaned weakly as she hit the corner. Her arms flew up and hooked 
onto the middle ropes, but it was more out of reflex than anything else. She slumped 
forward into the corner, sinking slowly onto her knees, her arms being the only things 
keeping her from collapsing completely onto the mat.

Laura took a second to contemplate what to do. Tina was out, no doubt about it, but it 
still didn't feel like a win. Laura felt she was owed one, especially after the months of 
headache Tina had caused. Hounding her, bothering her with calls and texts, harassing 
her, stalking her at the gym, setting her up with Missy--she needed to pay.

Laura knew exactly what to do.

She stormed over to the corner and grabbed Tina's hair, which by now had lost its 
whitish-blond luster and was watered down with sweat, giving it a damp gold hue. She 
pulled Tina up to her feet by it and spun her around. Tina slumped back into the corner, 
never making a sound--only panting heavily. Her eyes were heavy and half-closed, like 
someone sleepwalking. Her near-perfect bare breasts heaved out seductively, with her 
nipples clearly hard from the excitement of the battle thus far. Laura couldn't help but cup 
them as her hands went down around her waist. Laura easily lifted Tina's limp frame up, 
getting her feet onto the bottom ropes.

Tina could only grunt as she felt her body rise. She was still out of it, and there was really 
nothing prompting her to regain full consciousness. Laura had nothing to worry about; 
she didn't even need to pin Tina's arms to her sides like she normally would for this 
move. If Tina was going to fight back, she would have done so by now. Laura lifted Tina 
up again, getting her on the middle ropes.

By now, Laura was face to face with Tina's crotch. She couldn't help but feel a warmth 
coming from it. Tina had clearly been aroused during the match for quite some time now. 
Laura was almost ready to get her up on top and throw her off, but something was wrong. 
Tina was unaware of what was happening, and Laura wanted her to feel the fear and the 
pain of this. She needed to wake her up, but how? Laura then had an idea; not something 
she would normally do, but she was out of options. The back of her head was to the 
camera, so her audience would never see this. She leaned in and started kissing over 
Tina's shorts.

Tina let out a soft, muffled noise as her body spasmed lightly. Laura figured she was 
doing something right. She didn't want to do this all day, as it would look suspicious on 
camera. If she wanted to, she could always slice a second or two off when she edited the 
video, hoping that it wouldn't look too jumpy. The polyester and mesh of the shorts tasted 
terrible, and her lips slipped on them too easily, but she pressed on, turning her kiss into a 
light suckle.

"Mooohh," Tina moaned, the fogginess from her head slowly dissipating. Laura liked that 
sound, perhaps a little more than she should have. She was starting to get a little too into 
what she was doing and had to tell herself to get it over with so she could win the match. 
She gave Tina one final, big suck over her shorts before she proceeded to lift her up 
again.

"Nnnhh--wha?" Tina muttered as she finally came to. She could feel herself rise, but she 
still wasn't sure what was going on. She certainly didn't understand why she was so wet 
between her legs. Only when she felt her feet land on the top ropes and see the mat 
several feet beneath her did she know what she was in for. "Oh god, no!! No, no, please! 
I su--"

Too late. Laura leapt backward, pulling Tina down with her.

"Yaaaahhhhh!" Tina screamed in panic as she felt her body hurl through the air. The two 
women landed on the mat hard, with Tina catching the brunt of it in her face and on her 
naked chest. The air rushed out of her, preventing her from making a sound.

Laura slowly sat up and rose to her feet. She felt the pain mostly in her back, but she 
would get over it. She doubted that she would ever truly be unfazed by that move. She 
clutched her back as she walked over to the side of the ring, keeping her eyes on Tina the 
whole time. Tina finally got onto her hands and knees, tried to shake her head clear, and 
then darted a look right at Laura.

"Do you give up now?" Laura smirked.

There was fire in Tina's eyes. If she was able to, she would have grown claws and ripped 
Laura into pieces.

"You fucking fat-ass bitch!" Tina spat out as she got up and charged at her.

But Laura was ready, more than Tina could have thought. As Tina approached, Laura 
sidestepped her and grabbed onto her arm, using Tina's own momentum to throw her over 
the ropes and out of the ring.

"Aaaahhhhh!" Tina screamed as she went sailing out, crashing into a row of metal 
folding chairs, just as her sister did last week.

Laura thought the irony was delicious. Two sisters beaten, humiliated, stripped, and then 
defeated in almost the exact same way. She thought about razzing Tina in some way, 
considering the old schoolyard phrase "I can lick you and your whole family," but 
decided not to. She instead wanted to leave nothing to chance.

"Had enough?" Laura called out.

Tina was on the floor, two chairs collapsed underneath her. She was groggy but still 
conscious, unlike Missy last week who was out cold. As she got onto her hands and 
knees, Laura saw blood trickle from her mouth and nose. She probably also had bruises 
up and down her front, but Laura couldn't tell at that point. Tina let out a grunt, and Laura 
had no idea if that was directed at her or not.

"I'm sorry," Laura continued, half-mocking, "can you repeat that for the camera?"

At this point Mikey had already been out on the floor, camera in hand. He decided to get 
out there after watching Laura slam Tina onto the mat from the locker room doorway. He 
had a feeling this wasn't going to end in the ring, and he wanted to make sure Laura had 
all the footage she needed.

"I give up! I give up!" Tina yelled over her shoulder, the tone more out of anger and spite 
than actual defeat, as if she was somehow showing Laura up by submitting. Mikey 
pointed the camera right at her, getting a great view of her breasts hanging down in front. 
It was a perfect shot. Tina finally noticed the camera directed at her, glancing down to 
regard her bare chest, as if the realization of what exactly was being taped came after the 
actual realization of being taped. Her lips were pursing together as she glared at him.

"Go ahead, say it," Mikey called from behind the camera, remembering some of the 
names she called him last week after his pre-match interview with Missy. "You're naked, 
beaten up, and I just got you on camera begging for mercy. Go on, tell me off. I double 
dare you! Get mad at me. I want to see you jiggle."

"That's enough," Laura called out from the ring. "Get in here so we can do the post-
show." Laura didn't want Mikey to get Tina pissed, because who knows what she would 
have done--hit Mikey, grab at his camera and break it, anything. Mikey didn't really 
know what kind of person Tina was, and Laura certainly didn't want to put him in harm's 
way.

As Mikey climbed into the ring, Tina grabbed her sports bra and scurried into the locker 
room to get dressed.

"So, Miss Laura," Mikey began, putting on his "interview voice," "did you have any 
doubt that you would have won?"

"I never doubt myself," she smiled. "If I ever started to doubt myself during a match, then 
I've lost right then and there."

"Even in the challenging matches?"

"Especially in the challenging matches!"

"Now that this one's over and you've clearly won, how do you feel?"

Laura paused for a second to reflect on this question. How did she feel? She was glad to 
win, sure, but there were so many other feelings. She was glad to finally give Tina more 
than a piece of her mind in the metaphoric sense. Granted she was disappointed that she 
lost what could have been a good, solid friendship, but that ship had sailed long ago. She 
was more thinking about not having to dread calls on her cell phone or text messages 
anymore. She wouldn't have to watch over her shoulder whenever she showed up at the 
gym for a match. And she wouldn't have to burden Ralph, Mikey, and her opponents with 
playing "Tina guards." There was really only one word that could accurately describe 
how she felt.

"Relieved," she answered softly.

A few more questions later, Laura decided to see what was keeping Tina in the locker 
room. She was sure she would have ran out as fast as she could, if anything to avoid 
being interviewed by Mikey afterward. But there was an eerie silence coming from the 
locker room. Laura wasn't really sure what to expect. Tina knew there were other people 
in the gym, so she wouldn't be stupid enough to do something like a sneak attack. Laura's 
melodramatic imagination even considered the possibility of seeing Tina hanging herself 
from the pipes on the ceiling. She didn't really think that had happened, but she wasn't 
necessarily going to rule it out.

Instead, she found Tina reclining along one of the locker room benches wearing a fluffy 
white bathrobe. She looked cleaned up, almost radiant. She smiled as soon as Laura 
entered, as if she was waiting for her.

"Good match," she smirked at Laura.

"You too," Laura replied cautiously, still not sure what was going on. She really didn't 
want to linger here anymore than she had to.

"Get that nerd back in here."

"If you mean Mikey, then you're going to address him properly. He's a friend of mine, 
which means you'll treat him with even more respect than you'll treat me. Got that?"

"Fine, yes."

Laura called for Mikey, who came rushing in.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Turn your camera on," Tina explained. "I want you to tape this."

Laura was petrified on the inside. Tape what? Then she remembered what she did during 
the match. Oh god, Laura thought, does Tina think there's going to be some X-rated post-
match action?

"Are we going to do an interview now?" he asked.

"Yes, but first I have something to say to Laura."

"What?" Laura asked, trying to keep a stern demeanor.

"I've got one more idea for you."

"Forget it!"

"No seriously, you'll love it."

"Why don't you just leave me alone?!"

"But you always used to say you were always looking for a big challenge. This would be 
perfect!"

"NO!" Laura angrily headed out the door to wait for Tina to finish getting dressed.

"I'll even pay for your DVD expenses!" Tina called out loudly. "It won't cost you a single 
dime!"

Laura slowly appeared again in the doorway. Her face was sullen, as if she didn't want to 
let any emotion show, especially not to the camera. Deep down, she was embarrassed that 
the idea of money made her want to hear Tina out. It was true that getting her DVDs 
pressed and packaged had become costly, but she was usually able to recoup most of that 
when people started buying them. But the thought of no overhead intrigued her. Money 
had become her one weakness, and it made her feel cheap.

Tina only grinned. She had her.

"We split the profits," Tina proclaimed.

"Only if I lose do we split the profits," Laura added.

"Oooh no, if you lose then I keep the profits. If you win, you can have them."

Laura stood there in dead silence.

"It'll give you more of an incentive to win, right?" Tina smirked.

Laura wanted nothing more than to smack that shit-eating grin right off her face. Instead, 
she breathed deeply before responding.



TO BE CONTINUED

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