Miss Laura: The Gauntlet part one
by Miss Laura, mk92787@hotmail.com

Laura faces the greatest challenge of her life. Or rather, "challenges."




This was perhaps the busiest the gym had ever been on an early Saturday afternoon, a 
feat made all the more amazing by the fact that Ralph wasn't going to open it up for 
business until later in the day. But if someone had been lucky enough to somehow get in 
through the locked and chained doors, they would have thought that it was just business 
as usual going on. The janitor was sweeping up the boxing ring, the owner was on his cell 
phone making business calls, and there was a bit of noise coming from the locker room. 
Something was clearly about to happen.

Ralph had first opened the gym back in the early 1980s. He had just retired from a boxing 
career that went nowhere and bought the business from an old friend of a friend. He 
didn't necessarily buy the gym just as a business opportunity. He still needed to keep 
working somehow, sure, but there was more to it than that. He still had an interest in his 
sport of choice--he still wanted to be involved. He wanted to see the kids out there taking 
it up. He certainly wasn't looking to manage; he was too old to deal with that part of the 
industry again. He merely liked to watch young boxers train--and maybe, just maybe, 
offer a pointer or two on occasion.

Ironically, his gym was not known so much for boxing as it was for wrestling. One of his 
regulars had been using it to film wrestling matches to sell online. Ralph enjoyed the 
publicity immensely--he had no idea how to profit off it, but he was sure it would come 
to him.

Everyone in fact was waiting around for such a match to start. It was actually quite a 
unique match, and everything had to be just so. The young man with the camera was 
already here, the person who set this all up was here--there was just one thing missing: 
the champion.

"Dad, have you seen Laura?" Mikey asked, camera in hand.

"She's using the office today," Ralph responded. "And she asked that nobody bother her 
before the match."

"But, we have to do a--"

"She said nobody. She'll do your little thing afterward."

Mikey was disappointed only because he definitely had some very match-specific 
questions he wanted to ask her beforehand. Deep down, he was worried that he wouldn't 
have the chance afterward.

"This isn't like Laura to keep everyone waiting," he said aloud to nobody in particular. 
After all the anticipation, all the buzz, all the buildup to this match--where was she? 
Laura surely wasn't going to flake out on everyone, was she?

Ralph walked over to the closed locker room door, where Tina was seemingly standing 
guard. She had on a relatively formfitting purple tunic sweater with wide sleeves, with 
the bottom tucked neatly into her blue jeans. She saw Ralph approach and scooted closer 
in front of the door handle, as if that was going to stop him from going into a part of his 
own building.

"I want you to leave her alone after this," he warned, his usually friendly eyes closing 
into a glare.

"I promised that I would," Tina answered coolly, concealing her contempt that someone 
would dare question her word.

"Yeah, but you promised that before. This is still my place, and I have no problem 
slapping a restraining order on you if this becomes a weekly thing again."

"After today, I'll have no reason to bother Laura ever again."

Ralph kept his glance on her as he started to back away, hoping his look was enough to 
sustain his warning. He then suddenly paused and walked back to her.

"You know," he started again, a little more warmly this time, "I saw the video of your 
match with Laura. You've got some nice moves."

"Thank you," she responded, a slight bit of surprise in her voice. Wow, she thought, an 
actual compliment from this guy.

"You know, I do this thing here every other week at night where I have two female 
wrestling matches. People come in, pay admission, and everyone has a good time. I can 
always use some new blood."

"Is Laura involved?" Tina asked, firming up her tone a little more, as if that would have 
been the deal-breaker.

"I've asked her countless times, but she keeps turning me down. She's happy with what 
she makes doing this."

"What do you mean? 'Makes doing this' as opposed to what?"

"Well, you'd get paid, of course. But it all depends on how many people show up. But 
some nights you can make as much as a thousand bucks."

"It's not anything like being a stripper or--?"

"No, no, no, little lady. Maybe some sexy outfits every once in a while, but all on the 
level."

Tina paused for a moment. It had been quite a thrill being in the ring with Laura last 
week. She loved that sense of power, even when she was losing. And to actually be paid 
to do that? And at night, so it doesn't get in the way of her normal life?

"Let me think about it," she smiled.

Mikey meanwhile was staring into his camera. He usually preferred to be on the other 
side, but he had an idea that was too good to pass up.

"Where is Miss--" he began.

"Am I doing this right?" Gus asked from behind the camera.

"Yes," he answered back, sounding a little pissy.

"I don't think it's on."

"Of course it's on. The red light is on."

"That's because I turned it off."

"You can't turn it 'off' from where your hand is. That's the record button."

"I don't think this is the same camera that you're talking about."

"Of course it is! I think I know my own camera."

"Come back here and look."

"Jesus Christ," Mikey muttered under his breath as he walked over. He tried to keep his 
cool, understanding that Gus--or "Old Gus," as he once heard Laura refer to him--was 
just a janitor and maintenance man, not a director of cinematography. Mikey patiently 
showed Gus the record button (again) and the zoom lever (again), pressed the record 
button for him, and then walked back in front of the camera.

"So how do I turn it on?" Gus asked.

"It's already on!"

"What do you want me to do now? What do I press?"

"Don't press anything. I already did it for you. See the screen on the panel that's sticking 
out?"

"Yeah."

"Just please keep me in the middle of that screen. That's all."

"Gotcha."

Before starting again, Mikey took a deep breath, wishing he knew more people his age 
who would help him with his video work.

"Where is Miss Laura?" Mikey started again.

"She's in the office," Gus answered.

"Don't say that!"

"But that's where she is!"

"I'm asking the camera!"

"The camera ain't gonna answer you!"

"Shh! Let me do this!"

Gus couldn't help but smile. He loved messing with Mikey.

"Where is Miss Laura?" Mikey began once again, his voice deepening like a television 
news anchor. "That is the question on everyone's minds right now. She has been 
sequestered in an undisclosed location for the past hour, refusing to see or contact 
anybody--not even us, her own camera crew. As we can only assume she's mentally 
preparing herself for what will surely be the toughest match of her career, we can only 
wonder what is going through her mind right now. And more importantly, will she 
actually show up?"

Mikey took the camera back from Gus and walked toward the locker room. Like before 
with Ralph, Tina positioned herself right in front of it. She wasn't going to let anybody in 
there, especially not this little twerp.

"Not this time," she warned. "I don't want you in there. Sorry."

"Actually," Mikey replied, "I wanted to ask you some questions. We need something for 
the pre-show."

"Very well."

Mikey pointed the camera at her and started recording.

"Why are you here?" he asked. "What do you hope to get out of this match?"

"Satisfaction," Tina smiled. "I want to see her lose. I want to see her beg for mercy. She 
has been cocky and arrogant, and she definitely needs to be taken down a peg or two, and 
I'm going to make that happen."

"Even though you're not wrestling yourself today?"

Tina froze for a second before answering, the rage bubbling up inside her.

"No," she slowly answered, as if her anger was coming out of her mouth in a leak.

"And even though last week, you were clearly defeated by Miss Laura?"

"That fat bitch got lucky!" Tina spat into Mikey's face as she inched closer to the camera. 
"She is going to pay for what she did to me and my sister! She is going--"

Everyone stopped what they were doing as soon as they all heard the rusty creak of the 
office door on the other side of the building. Ralph and Gus stopped their conversation. 
Mikey turned his camera off, and Tina tried to regain her composure from her heated 
answers. Nobody made a sound, as they all wondered if this was actually going to 
happen. Was Laura really going to go through with this?

The sound of the footsteps coming from the dark hallway were downright ominous, as 
the hall's acoustics amplified every pin-drop. It sounded like the walk of a prisoner being 
released from a murky dungeon. The light that was still coming from the office backlit 
her in such a way that it created a large, foreboding shadow across the floor of the main 
gym area.

Laura emerged from the dark hallway wearing a tightly closed red robe. She looked odd; 
sullen. She was clearly in a different state of mind than she usually was before a match. 
She took a quick glance at everyone as she walked toward the ring. She noticed Tina was 
guarding the locker room, her hands at her hips. Laura didn't care about the locker room 
at that point. She didn't want to use it anyway. She needed to be ready for this, and she 
didn't want to be distracted by some inane pre-match conversation.

Mikey, Ralph, and Gus all walked over to her. It was obvious that no matter what was 
going to happen, they all had her back.

"You don't have to do this," Mikey tried to reason.

"Yes, I do," Laura answered coldly. She didn't want to talk to anyone before the match.

"You sure you still want us here for this?" Ralph asked, concerned that he was going to 
make her uncomfortable by hanging around.

"Please stay," Laura responded, her voice still a bit detached. "All I ask is that no matter 
what happens, do NOT stop this match. This is mine to win or lose. You got me?"

"Sure thing, kid," Ralph replied.

"Don't worry," Mikey answered.

"I wouldn't know how to stop it anyway," Gus offered.

"Will you at least let me tape the match from the floor?" Mikey asked. "I know you like 
to use your own camera, but I need to do something--just to keep me a little distracted, 
you know?"

Laura nodded quietly. She knew they all cared about her one way or another, and she 
really needed them there, just so she didn't feel so alone right now.

Mikey pulled his camera back up and pointed it at Laura. "You won't regret this!" he 
beamed. "This will be the best-looking DVD you've ever sold!"

Laura smiled back meekly, not really concerned at the moment with DVD sales or 
anything. Tina was going to pay for the disc-burning and packaging expenses anyway, so 
Laura wasn't very focused on the production side of things this time out. She walked over 
to a corner of the ring and slipped in under the ropes. She stretched her legs a bit before 
removing her robe, revealing her usual red sports bra and boxers. She hung the robe on 
the outside of the corner pole and then walked over to the stationary camera at the side of 
the ring, turning it on. Laura turned her attention to the closed locker room door, her fists 
tightly clenched.

"She's ready," Tina called over her shoulder.

The door swung open, and out of the locker room came Ben. Ben was one of the first 
opponents Tina had set Laura up with, and she had easily defeated him after several 
minutes. Humorously enough, as a condition of his defeat, Ben also provided 
commentary for the eventual DVD release of the match. He was forty-five years old, 
stood 5'10", and weighed a chubby 200 pounds. As he came out in blue trunks, Laura 
noticed that his dark, receding hair had gotten a little grayer around the temples since the 
last time they met.

Then Jeff emerged from the locker room wearing black shorts. He was thirty (the same as 
Laura), 5'7", and was a somewhat scrawny 150 pounds. He was also one of Tina's 
contacts, and in fact it had been the match with him that made Laura seriously doubt how 
much she wanted Tina to help out anymore. The match itself had gone smoothly--with 
Laura defeating him with a bearhug--but it had been the whole nature of Tina springing 
an opponent on her out of the blue that Laura didn't like.

Scott walked out next, staring at Laura blankly the whole time. Scott was one of the first 
people Laura had arranged a match with through her web site. He was quite young, just 
eighteen--one of Laura's youngest opponents ever, in fact. Coming out in rather short 
maroon trunks, he looked relatively in shape for his age, standing 5'9" and weighing 135 
pounds. Scott had written to her going on and on about his fixation on professional 
wrestling, and though he had given Laura a nice challenge, she nevertheless was able to 
beat him by merely smothering him in her chest. Unfortunately for him, he had been 
expecting some sexual activity after the match that was never in the cards as far as Laura 
was concerned.

Behind Scott was a slightly taller, slightly older-looking man--Laura figured a brother or 
uncle or some other relative. He was fully dressed, so clearly he wasn't there to wrestle. 
Instead, he walked over to the side of the ring, where a couple of rows of metal folding 
chairs were lined up, and took a seat in the back row.

Laura then saw Chuck walk out of the locker room in white boxers. Oh no, Laura thought 
to herself wistfully, not Chuck--please tell me you didn't get roped into this. She started 
to feel ill inside, like she was getting an incredible sense of how alone she really was in 
this world of hers. Laura had squared off against Chuck after reading a very heartfelt, 
very sincere e-mail from him about how he had always had a lifelong wrestling fetish but 
was too embarrassed to dare tell another person about it. She felt sorry for him and 
agreed to show him the ropes. The match itself became increasingly intense, especially 
after the two were reduced to merely punching each other in the stomach back and forth. 
Laura really thought that she had found a kindred spirit of sorts, and now she was almost 
ashamed of him for going along with this half-baked idea. She didn't necessarily think 
she was better than him per se, but she was hoping that if he was going to pursue this 
fetish, this hobby, this whatever, then at least he would follow a somewhat purer route 
than she was right now.

Chuck didn't seem to have changed too much since they had first met all those months 
ago. He was still thirty-five years old, was still 5'9", and still looked like he was around 
220 pounds. But Laura did notice that although he did still have a bit of a gut on him, his 
arms were now a little more muscular than they had been. Clearly he had started working 
out a bit since they fought, using dumbbells it looked like--adding muscles to his arms for 
his next stomach-punching match. As Laura checked him out, she remembered the highly 
erotic aftermath to their match, in which she repeatedly rammed her body into his--
among other activities. It was one of the very, very few times she had been unfaithful to 
her husband, and as the memories started flooding back Laura couldn't help but feel a 
growing tingle between her legs. Settle down, she thought to herself, you HAVE to focus 
on this match.

Laura was so busy trying to get her mind out of the gutter that she barely noticed Wayne 
exiting the locker room. Wayne was a thirty-nine-year-old family man who stood 6'1" 
and was a rather muscular 200 pounds. As he stood there in gray trunks, Laura recalled 
their match. Though it had been a close call, and quite a pleasant challenge at that, she 
was able to literally slam him into submission.

Tina casually strolled in front of the men, hands still on her hips, and glared at Laura.

"Six opponents," she cheerfully announced.

Laura did a double take before stating the obvious.

"There's only five," she calmly replied, just a hint of defiance in her voice.

Tina quickly turned around and counted for herself, muttering under her breath.

"Come out here!" she called back into the locker room.

"I'm coming! Sorry!" came the voice just as a large form emerged in the doorway. It was 
Tom.

Laura immediately became petrified. Not Tom, she thought, dear god, please not Tom. 
Laura used to meet with him regularly shortly after she graduated college. He had shown 
her a lot in the ways of not only wrestling but also of a sexual nature. Laura had truly 
regarded him as a mentor, that is until the one night he lost a match to her and proceeded 
to spend the next half-hour brutally beating her. After a decade, they had met again only 
recently for a match, and Laura barely won within an inch of her life. She honestly 
thought she was never going to see him again, most definitely not in the context of any 
silly stunt.

But there he was, standing nonchalantly in blue boxers, as if there had been no history 
between them--as if she was just another wrestler, not one he had slept with or had 
abused. He was now forty-five years old, stood 5'11", and looked to still weigh a dumpy 
205 pounds. Laura tried to conceal a smile as she noticed he was still dying his hair jet 
black. His comical attempt at hiding his age was the only bit of enjoyment Laura got out 
of this moment. Otherwise, she was really nervous, partly because she didn't want 
someone involved with this who knew her so intimately but also because Tom presented 
a wildcard element to the proceedings: instability. He was vindictive, vicious, and he 
clearly couldn't control his emotions or hostility. Tina was a fool to involve him, Laura 
thought, wondering how she had even approached him. For the first time since Tina first 
suggested it, Laura was starting to have doubts about this whole endeavor.

Tina had first pitched the idea to Laura a week before, shortly after Laura defeated her in 
a fierce match between the two of them. Tina promised to pay for all of Laura's DVD-
manufacturing expenses, allowing Laura to collect nothing but profit--that is, on the 
condition that she won.

"What's the challenge?" Laura reluctantly asked, feeling ashamed of herself that money 
essentially became the deciding factor.

"Six opponents," Tina smiled smugly as she leaned back along the locker room bench in 
a white bathrobe.

"What do you mean?"

"You give me a list of all the people you fought this past year, my sister and me 
excluded. I'll arrange to have six of them come here, send them out to you one after the 
other, and if you beat all six, you win."

Mikey was in the locker room with them at the time, as he was asked to tape the offer. He 
couldn't help but zoom in on Laura's face, just to get an idea of what was going through 
her mind. A bead of sweat started to trickle down the side of her forehead. Mikey 
couldn't tell if she was tired from the match, afraid of the challenge, or what.

"Tell me you don't like the sound of that," Tina taunted.

Laura stood there, her lips shut tightly. She so wanted to reach over that bench and just 
strangle that cutesy-cute head right off her. Laura was less upset over Tina's abrupt 
challenge than she was over the fact that Tina did in fact have her number and knew how 
to manipulate it. Laura would love to have a challenge like that--face insurmountable 
odds, have a string of opponents come after her one right after another. Even if she lost, it 
would be the biggest thrill she would have had wrestling in quite some time.

Tina was getting impatient. She knew Laura was thinking it over, going over every 
possible outcome in her head. She didn't want her to stand there considering every 
contingency. She wanted an answer, and she wanted it now.

"Well, Miss Laura??" Tina asked, stressing the name as if Laura didn't really deserve 
such a commanding title.

"I'll do it," she hastily responded.

"Next week. Right here."

"I'll be here."

"So will I," Tina smirked.

As Laura drove home she considered what she had gotten herself into. What exactly was 
she thinking? Next week? She barely had enough strength to drive home let alone prepare 
for a six-part wrestling tournament just seven days later. She had been dying to take a 
break for several weeks, and the last thing she need to do was push herself to her physical 
limit.

But then she thought about the match itself and the possibility of her actually winning it. 
Her mind went wild thinking about besting six opponents all in a row, beating men down 
again and again, and declaring herself "Queen of the Ring." The idea was beginning to 
turn her on something fierce. She started telling herself that she could very well do it, and 
before she was even halfway home she had herself convinced. The thrill of the fantasy 
was so much for her that she needed to pull off to the side of the road and masturbate.

Her husband, Dan, wasn't nearly as convinced or aroused by the idea. He had usually 
stayed out of things regarding Laura's wrestling, but he was genuinely afraid for her 
safety. He had their two-year-old daughter to think about--he didn't want her growing up 
without a mommy or with one who was confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life.

Laura ignored such pleas and spent the next week preparing. She jogged around the 
neighborhood every morning and then went for two long walks later each day, a feat in of 
itself with the amount of snow on the ground. At night she worked with her dumbbells 
for a half-hour or so in order to get her arms ready. When she wasn't doing mild 
exercises, she locked herself up in the bedroom and watched her old matches. She had no 
idea which six opponents Tina was going to be able to round up, so she paid less attention 
to whom she was fighting than which moves they made and how she blocked or 
responded to them. She wanted to leave no surprise attack to chance.

On the night before the match, Dan made one last, halfhearted attempt to talk her out of 
it. He tried everything he could think of: reasoned with her, bargained with her, even 
made veiled threats about the future of their marriage. He pulled out all stops hoping that 
something would reach her.

"I have to do this!" Laura finally yelled.

"No, you don't," he responded, "and that's the point!"

"I already agreed to it. I can't back out now. It would look bad for me. This is my life!"

"WE'RE supposed to be your life! How bad would it look for all of us if you get hurt or 
worse??" he pleaded.

Laura was so ready to turn their argument into a full-blown screaming match, and she got 
right up into Dan's face. But at the last second she cooled down, realizing that he had a 
point and that he was just concerned for her safety.

"Look," she finally said, "it's important for me that I do this. I need to prove to myself 
how good I am. But I'll tell you what, if I do end up losing, no matter how badly, I'll stop 
wrestling for good."

"You promise?"

"I swear on our daughter's life."

Laura wasn't sure at the time if she was going to keep that promise or not, but it was 
enough to settle Dan down for the night, which was all she wanted. Laura, meanwhile, 
could barely sleep a wink that night, which certainly didn't help the general exhaustion 
she had been feeling for the last several weeks. As soon as this match was over, she told 
herself, she was going to pack up the family and just drive away somewhere for a week 
where absolutely nobody could reach them.

But as for right now, the only thing on her mind was this match and how she was going to 
win it. Her eyes slowly surveyed the six men standing outside the locker room door. She 
had defeated all of them before, but can she do it again? Her attention kept going back to 
Tom. She really didn't know what to expect, and deep down she was hoping to deal with 
him first--just to get it out of the way. She suspected the entire match was going to come 
down to how she handled Tom, so if he does (god forbid) beat her then at least it would 
be early enough that she wouldn't have to deal with the other five. And on the other side, 
if she was able to defeat him right off the bat, then it would just be all downhill from 
there. She was already starting to feel a little weak in the knees over the challenge. How, 
Laura thought, did Tina get him involved? How??

"You can still back out now if you'd like," Tina sneered from the floor. "We'll have to 
call it a forfeit, but--"

"Bring it on," Laura grumbled back.

Laura approached the center of the ring to await her first opponent. This is it, Laura told 
herself, the match of your life. No playing around, no taunting, no teasing, no bouncing 
back and forth on the ropes, no putting on a show, no nonsense. This is as close to 
"playing for keeps" as you'll ever get. You need to put these fuckers down and put them 
down fast.

Ben climbed into the ring first. Shit, Laura thought, hoping for Tom. As Ben got to his 
feet and moved to the center of the ring, Laura tried to vain to recall their previous match 
together. She did review the match during the past week of preparation, but she was 
concentrating less on her opponents' individual styles than she was on moves and how 
she handled them. With the adrenaline already starting to pump through her body, she 
could barely focus on her last match with Ben let alone what exactly he did during it. All 
she could remember was that it was a fairly average match for her and that she took care 
of him rather simply, but who knows what he had learned in the meantime.

"Nice to see you again," he smiled as he started to slowly circle her.

"Likewise," she responded coolly as she circled him in return. "Thank you again for the 
commentary."

"My pleasure. You're not going to get one out of me this time, because I'm going to 
win."

"We'll see." Will this guy shut up already, she thought to herself.

"You're not going to toy with me this time," he said before finally leaning in, grabbing 
onto Laura's arms. Laura responded in kind, and the two pressed into each other, each 
struggling to push the other back. Both wrestlers refused to budge, creating an intense 
amount of pressure between them. Finally Laura shifted her weight into her left arm, 
causing them to spin into the ropes.

Laura was already feeling embarrassed. That was dumb, she thought. After a solid week 
of preparing and training, so much so that she went without sleep a number of nights, her 
first big move was practically a pratfall. She kept telling herself that she needed to get 
this over with quickly; Ben was right, she wasn't going to toy around. She had to build up 
a momentum and keep it going, neither of which was going to happen if she kept 
stumbling across the ring.

Ben wasn't going to give her a chance to build such momentum, as he let go of her arms 
and wrapped his own arms around the lower half of her torso--practically her stomach. 
He pulled her in and, as far as Laura could tell, seemed to be trying to do some very 
uncoordinated bearhug. Unfortunately for him, he didn't know what he was doing--his 
arms were merely too low on Laura's body, while he foolishly didn't think to restrain her 
arms in any way.

Laura wasn't worried at all. Even if Ben had positioned his arms a better way, Laura was 
still too big and Ben didn't have enough muscle in his arms to successfully squeeze her. 
If anything, it felt like a very close, very intimate hug. Ben scooted his hands up Laura's 
back and pressed his palms into the back of her sports bra, but it was of no use. In fact, 
Laura actually found it to be a bit enjoyable, as at least two of Ben's fingers happened to 
be digging into pressure points on her back. Laura humorously wondered if Ben's plan 
was to merely relax her into submission. Laura then glanced out of the ring to her other 
opponents, and she recalled a match she had with Tom years ago where he got her to 
submit by fingering her--standing up, no less.

But Ben's sad attempt at a bearhug--or really, just a "hug" at this point--quickly started to 
bore Laura, so she clamped her hands onto his shoulders and charged them across the 
ring. Ben barely knew what was happening before his back rammed into the corner.

"Aaaaaghh!" he howled in pain. Ben hadn't wrestled at all since the last time he saw 
Laura, almost a year ago. He had forgotten how tough she was and how hard the blows 
hurt when she landed them, as she often did when they last squared off. He had barely 
been in the ring a full minute and he was already regretting signing up to go first.

As Laura continued to press Ben into the corner, a smile curled up the side of her mouth--
almost involuntarily. She was now in the match, and everything that was bothering her 
before this moment--her fight with Dan, the doubts she had felt about winning, the 
anxiety of seeing Tom again--had merely disappeared. She was sure they didn't go away 
completely, as she was sure that she wasn't that manic depressive. But for right now, her 
focus was solely on the match at hand. She was in her element. Laura had gone on break, 
and Miss Laura had taken over.

Laura clasped her hands onto Ben's shoulders and pinned him against the corner pole. 
She took a step back and rushed back up to him, driving her right knee into his soft gut.

"Uuggggh," Ben groaned deeply. He so wanted to just fold over and protect his stomach, 
but Laura was pressing her equally large body up against his, preventing him from 
making any movement. He had to get her off him. Desperately, he raised his right arm 
over their heads and slammed it down onto Laura's left shoulder.

"Uuuhn!" Laura grunted as she slumped down Ben's body, her hands clasped over his 
nipples. She staggered backward and grabbed her shoulder, allowing Ben enough room to 
finally double over and rub his sore belly.

From outside the ring, Tina couldn't help but find amusement in the moment, seeing two 
overweight people crouching down in pain.

"They look like they're sharing a heart attack," she muttered under her breath.

Ben glanced up to see that he had hurt Laura, even if only minimally, and decided that he 
needed to keep the momentum going--even though he was more than ready to give up at 
this point. He charged forward and tackled into Laura, driving her backward.

"Ooooh," Laura groaned as she felt Ben's chubby body knock into hers. She grabbed 
onto him as he pushed her back, and he grappled back in return, making the two of them 
look more like lovers engaged in rough sex than people in any sort of combat. It was 
clear that Ben was trying to drive Laura into the opposite corner, and Laura knew she 
only had seconds to react or her back would be crushed. Fortunately for her, she knew 
that ring better than any other person in that building--even Ralph. Over the course of her 
many matches, her feet had pressed into every square inch of that slightly padded canvas 
beneath her. She knew every recession in the surface, every tear in the fabric--much like 
how a ballplayer may know every imperfection in his home field or a beat cop may know 
every pebble or crack on the sidewalks he patrols. This intimate, almost obsessive 
knowledge of the ring allowed Laura to time every one of her moves perfectly, especially 
if she was flying across the ring, no matter who was in control. At just the right second, 
Laura locked her hands onto Ben, twisted her body around, and whipped him past her, 
throwing him right into the corner that was intended for her.

"Uhhhnn!" he winced as his left shoulder and side hit the corner hard. His elbow was 
starting to feel numb, which worried him to no end about what kind of damage had been 
done to him.

Laura wasn't going to give him time to lick his wounds, as she immediately rushed 
toward him, driving her head and shoulder into his exposed, unprotected right side. A 
tackle for a tackle, she thought to herself.

"Yaaaahh!" Ben howled in pain. He felt he was being put into an industrial compressor, 
with this big block of woman grinding him into the corner of the ring. He was starting to 
have trouble breathing, with his breath coming in and out in a choppy wheeze. Dear god, 
he thought, did she break my ribs??

Laura took a step back to survey the damage she had done. Ben was practically painted 
onto the corner pole, his arms pinned to his sides to protect himself. A smile slowly 
appeared on her lips as she stepped back toward him.

"Stop!" Ben pleaded. "I give! I give!"

Thank god, Laura thought. One down, five to go.

Tina scowled as she stepped forward. She wanted this ordeal to be done with by now.

"Bring on the next opponent," she announced, sounding like a carnival barker. Laura 
momentarily recalled a family vacation she took with her folks to Orlando when she was 
sixteen. There was a theme restaurant down there called King Henry's Feast--a sort of 
Medieval Times rip-off with fencing and a trapeze artist instead of jousting or Jim Carrey 
overacting. Before every course, the patrons all had to announce in unison, "Bring on the 
first remove," or whatever the course number was. Laura wasn't sure if King Henry's 
Feast still existed, but she was sure that Tina would have been able to find ample work 
there.

Scott enthusiastically ran up to the ring and crawled in under the ropes. He kept a good 
amount of distance from Laura and crouched down slightly, his hands out in front of him.

"Before we begin," Scott said, "I wanted to let you know that I brought my brother, 
Brian, with me." He nodded off to the side of the ring in the general direction of the other 
man who came out of the locker room with him.

Laura glanced out of the ring to see Brian sheepishly wave at her. Laura nodded back in 
acknowledgment.

"He was the one I wrote to you about," Scott continued. "The one who got me interested 
in wrestling. I hope it was okay for him to come and watch."

Laura nodded uninterestedly before checking out Brian once again. Very cute guy, Laura 
thought, and I definitely wouldn't mind rolling around on the mat with him half-naked. 
That light tingle between her legs started up again, a little more intense than before, 
reminding Laura to get her head back into the game.

The two slowly circled each other, and it became clear that Scott wasn't going to make 
the first move. Laura suspected that he was trying to use that to somehow control the 
match. She wasn't going to give him such power. Besides, she was already getting tired, 
and she didn't want to be in this ring all day.

"Come on," Laura taunted, "little boy afraid to wrestle the grown woman?"

Scott sneered before charging toward Laura, a growl coming from his throat. Laura 
sidestepped him and grabbed the back of his head, throwing him roughly into the ropes. 
As Laura turned back toward him, she was surprised to see that he didn't merely hit the 
ropes but bounced off them as well, as he was racing back toward her. Scott had just 
enough time to stick out his right arm and clothesline Laura across her ample chest.

"Ohhph!" Laura sputtered out as she stumbled backward, her hands clasping over the 
cups of her sports bra. The attack felt like a sort of payback, no doubt for the way Laura 
defeated Scott the last time they had met. The force was so great that she felt her left 
breast almost jump right out of her top. "Pop-outs" were extremely rare for her, both 
because of her chest size but also because of the style of bra she wore. This red sports bra 
and she had been through a lot together. She couldn't imagine going into a ring wearing 
anything else on top.

Scott barely gave Laura enough time to check herself out, as he came up from behind and 
wrapped his arm around her neck, putting her in a sleeper hold.

Laura gagged more in surprise than any sort of pressure being applied. It had been a 
while since anyone tried to put her into one, and only once in her life had she ever been 
taken down by one. Her neck was simply too meaty for anyone to adequately press in 
deep enough to cut off her oxygen.

But that didn't stop Scott from trying, as he tightened his arms and yanked Laura back 
slightly, causing her still-sore chest to stick outward like it was pointing at something.

From outside the ring, Chuck couldn't keep from staring at Laura's breasts, jutting out in 
the sports bra. He remembered the off-the-record fun they had after their match together, 
and he could feel himself harden from the memory of feeling her bare tits smack into his 
face. Seeing her now in her current predicament, though, especially being taken by a 
much younger man, was almost too much for Chuck. It was all he could do to stop 
himself from coming right there in his boxers.

Laura grabbed onto Scott's arms desperately. There were probably a million ways for her 
to get out of this hold, but something was wrong. She was actually getting tired. She tried 
to chalk it up to her already exhausted state, compounded by the fact that she had gotten 
very little sleep in the past week in preparation for today, but she was only kidding 
herself. It was clear that this kid knew what he was doing, and that realization started to 
fill Laura with panic.

"You're going down, bitch," Scott hissed into her left ear.

That did it. Laura wasn't playing around anymore. She could take almost anything--kick 
her, punch her, squeeze her breasts, bodyslam her--but this kid, this little shit, calling her 
a "bitch" was the breaking point. Who the fuck did he think he was anyway? It was all 
she needed. She was mad.

Letting out a strained battle cry, Laura rushed backward.

"Hey!" Scott gasped. "What the hell??"

Laura knew exactly where to go. She rammed Scott back into the corner of the ring.

"Unnng!" he groaned as his back collided into the pole. It felt like his spine shattered. 
Hanging onto Laura around the neck was the only thing keeping him on his feet at that 
moment.

Laura was annoyed that he didn't release the hold on her. The outcome was apparent 
now; he was going to lose. He could at least have the decency to give up this charade that 
he was still in any sort of position to dominate. She decided to compound the attack by 
driving both of her elbows back into his stomach.

"Oooohhh," Scott moaned deeply as her elbows dug in. His arms finally relaxed around 
Laura's neck and hung lazily over her shoulders. Laura turned around to face him and 
wrapped her arms around his waist. She twisted her body back in the other direction, 
pulling him with her, and promptly slammed him down onto the mat.

"Uhhhph!" he grunted as his body flopped down against the canvas. All of his limbs had 
gone limp, and he no longer had the physical or mental energy to even figure out how to 
get this large woman off him. He would later curse himself for being unable to do 
anything the one time she was actually laying down on top of him.

Laura hopped back up onto her feet and proceeded to climb up the ropes. Scott was still 
in a bit of a daze and still wasn't sure what was going on. By the time he was able to 
focus his attention on Laura, she was already up on the top rope. His eyes bugged out in 
terror. He knew what she was going to do.

"I'm done!" he screamed, begging for mercy. "I submit!"

Too late. Laura had already leapt off the ropes and was sailing down toward Scott. As she 
landed, she aimed her left elbow right at his stomach.

Scott bellowed in agony. His body twitched uncontrollably from the impact. Laura 
climbed back up to her feet and watched him clutch his stomach. After a moment or two 
of writhing on the mat, he finally rolled to the side and continued until he slipped out of 
the ring.

Laura let out a very quiet, but very long, sigh. Two down. Four more.

"Next," Tina called out, seemingly to no one in particular. She was pissed, hoping for 
Laura to be mincemeat by now. Why that was supposed to be a reasonable expectation 
considering Laura's level of skill and the caliber of opponents she had assembled--
especially after only two of them--remained a mystery.

Wayne approached the ring next. As he started climbing in over the ropes, Laura looked 
him over again, remembering how tough her last match with him had been--and that was 
without the added hardship of going through two other matches right before it.

Laura wasn't going to give him any chance. As soon as Wayne got into the ring and was 
firmly on his feet, Laura tackled into him and charged him back, ramming him into the 
corner.

"Aaaahh!" he screamed, more in surprise than the actual pain. He shot Laura a dirty look. 
He would never say the word aloud, as he thought it was the crudest thing one could say 
to or about a woman, but it was clear from his eyes exactly what he was thinking of her. 
He grabbed onto Laura's shoulders and charged her back in the other direction, clearly 
aiming for the opposite corner.

Laura thought she could handle that, as she had been so used to stopping this in the past, 
either by changing directions or by simply putting on the brakes. But as they passed the 
center of the ring, something seemed wrong. They were picking up speed, despite Laura 
practically digging her heels into the mat. Oh god, she thought, I can't stop it--he's too 
big, too strong, and I'm too exhau--

"Aaaagghhhhh!" Laura howled as her back crashed into the corner. Her shoulders bent 
back, almost hugging the pole. Her face scrunched up into a pained wince. All she could 
do was reach out and lazily paw at Wayne's chest.

Outside the ring, Tina watched with great amusement.

"Serves her right," she said in a half-whisper. "She's done." The thought of Laura losing 
before her eyes aroused her to no end, and it was all she could do from reaching down 
and start playing with herself.

"Excuse me, ma'am," Gus began, "but I think you're underestimating Miss Laura."

Tina turned to him with a puzzled look on her face. Who is this old black guy, and who 
the hell cares what he thinks?

"We shall see."

Wayne loved the feeling of hurting Laura, especially since it was the first time in this 
whole ordeal that she had really been in pain. And he also loved the feeling of Laura's 
hands swatting at his pecs. It really turned him on when women played with his chest. 
When he made love with his wife, Lisa, he always insisted on being on the bottom--partly 
because he greatly enjoyed the sight of her riding him and bouncing up and down on him 
with her motherly breasts, but also because he loved her reaching down and planting her 
palms on his broad chest.

"Not so scrappy now, are you?" he smiled as he stepped in closer, hoping that Laura 
would press deeper against his chest.

Laura locked her hands onto each of his pecs and charged forward quickly, racing them 
both across the ring and driving Wayne back into the original corner.

"Uhhhnnn!" Wayne winced as the subsiding pain in his back suddenly amplified. His 
head hung back over the pole, desperately hoping the stars would clear out of his vision.

Laura wasted no time and quickly pulled his dazed form around her, reversing their 
positions. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she let out a growl and charged him back 
in the other direction, ramming him into the opposite corner--the same one he had driven 
her into.

"Aaaaghh!" he screamed in pain. Laura took a step away from him, allowing him to drop. 
There was something satisfying to Laura about being able to bring this taller, more 
muscular male to his knees. She stepped in closer and grabbed him by his hair, yanking 
him back up to his feet.

Wayne let out a nasally moan as he felt himself hoisted back up. Oh god, he thought, now 
what?

Laura lightly shoved him back into the corner and closed in on him. She wrapped her 
arms around his waist and slowly lifted him up, getting his feet onto the bottom ropes.

Wayne was feeling a little too punch-drunk to fully understand what was going on. He 
felt as if he was somehow getting taller, but he had no clue as to the how or why.

Laura tightened her arms and lifted him up again to get him onto the middle ropes. Damn, 
he's heavy, she thought to herself. She would normally have lifted her opponents up onto 
the top ropes, but Wayne was already teetering a little too precariously over her--not to 
mention the fact that Laura was starting to tire out. She needed to end this now!

After taking a deep breath, Laura leapt backwards, pulling Wayne with her. All Wayne 
could do as he flew through the air was shriek. Both of their bodies hit the mat with a 
loud, hard thud.

Laura tried to arch her back and shoulders a bit before they landed, but it was to little 
avail. Her entire backside ached with a dull throb. She doubted she would ever get used 
to that. She slowly crawled over to the ropes and pulled herself back up to her feet. As 
she glanced back over to Wayne it was clear who the winner was, as he was laying face 
down on the mat and didn't budge. He was out.

Three down. Halfway done.

Ben crept back into the ring and grabbed Wayne's left arm, dragging him under the ropes 
and out of the ring. Laura watched this and couldn't help but feel aroused. She couldn't 
remember the last time she had actually knocked an opponent out, and the fact that this 
time it was Wayne--this bigger and stronger male--satisfied her to no end.

"Next!" Tina shouted, her voice piercing into everyone's ears like nails on a chalkboard.

Jeff slipped into the ropes on the other side of the ring with mixed feelings. He had just 
seen three men of different sizes get bested by the woman he was about to face, so he was 
just a little hesitant. But at the same time, she had just been through three straight 
matches, so by now surely she had to have been tired and worn out. As he came closer to 
Laura, a rather confident feeling started to swell up inside him. He started to think that 
maybe, just maybe, he actually had a good chance to defeat her.

That feeling quickly faded away as Laura approached him, grabbed his right arm, and 
roughly pulled him across the ring.

"Hey!" Jeff shrieked.

As they raced over the mat, Laura placed her free hand on the back of Jeff's right 
shoulder. With a grunt, she hurled him forward, throwing him right over the ropes. Jeff 
let out a girlish squeal as he flew over them and landed hard outside the ring on the cold 
gym floor, barely missing Tom by a couple of inches.

Laura waited for Jeff to get up--and waited. She couldn't see the gym floor where she 
was standing in the ring, so she had no idea if he had gotten back. For a split second 
Laura actually thought that Jeff was going to come around to the other side of the ring 
and try to sneak up on her. Oh lord, she thought, that will be the day when someone gets 
the jump on me like that.

Finally, she saw an arm rise up from the floor and grab onto the bottom rope. As Jeff 
slowly pulled himself up off the ground, it was clear that he was out of it. His eyes looked 
unfocused, his hair was mussed up, and a slight trickle of blood was even coming from 
his nose. Laura was actually surprised that she was apparently able to do that much 
damage on him.

Jeff painfully staggered back into the ring, trying to shake his head clear.

"You're gonna pay for that," he mumbled.

Laura merely looked back at him coldly, waving her hands toward herself in a "come and 
get me" motion.

As Jeff approached her again, Laura wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to stay 
on his feet. Every step he took looked like it was a careful, calculated move, as if he 
needed to test the stability of the surface before planting his foot down with all of his 
weight. Just when he finally got within Laura's range, he crumpled down onto his knees, 
his face almost brushing against Laura's bra.

Laura couldn't help but snicker. I guess that was it, she thought.

"Had enough?" she asked, a slight tinge of sarcasm in her voice.

Jeff responded by punching his right fist into Laura's belly.

"OH!" Laura moaned loudly, even creating a bit of an echo in the gym. She was more 
surprised than anything else, but sweet jesus, it did hurt.

Laura tried to double over, but Jeff rose back up to his feet and was keeping her upright. 
As if show that he was in control now, he drove his knee up into her still-throbbing 
stomach.

"Ohhp!" Laura grunted. She pressed against Jeff even more. This was all getting to be too 
much for her. After four different guys attacking her in various ways, she was showing 
more and more signs of fatigue. They were quite successfully wearing her down, a 
realization that started to bother Laura.

"Had you going there, huh, bitch?" Jeff taunted as he held her up. "I took a semester of 
drama back in college."

Laura glared at him. Not only was this the second time this afternoon that someone called 
her that, but she was pretty sure that Jeff had said something similar to her the last time 
they wrestled. A fire was growing in her eyes. Just what is it with these little shits 
thinking it's okay to address a woman like that?

Laura wasn't going to waste time analyzing Jeff's female issues. Instead, she merely 
stomped down onto his right foot.

"Oww!" he yelped, his voice going up an octave.

Laura grabbed onto his hips and charged them back, throwing him roughly into the ropes. 
Jeff hit them with a grunt and bounced back, stumbling uncontrollably. Laura spun her 
body around and threw her leg out, kicking him across the torso.

"Uhhhhg," he groaned as he folded over Laura's leg. Laura grabbed the back of his head 
and literally pulled him over, throwing him down onto the mat. Jeff laid there face-down, 
gasping for air as he rubbed his chest and stomach. Laura bent down toward his ear.

"I took three years of wrestling in college, 'bitch,'" she whispered coldly. "Want to see 
what else I learned?"

"I'm done," Jeff panted. "I submit."

Four down, Laura thought as Jeff crawled out of the ring. Holy shit, four down. Laura 
was starting to get a renewed sense of confidence about this whole mess. She could 
actually win this. She started to feel a tingle between her legs again. At first she was 
going to curse herself for letting her mind wander like that again, but damn it, it was an 
arousing thought! To beat six grown men in combat--surely this DVD was going to be 
her biggest seller ever, and the sheer spectacle of it was sure to get her more attention 
than she ever had before. This was everything she ever wanted: overcoming an 
impossible challenge and becoming a success doing what she loved. She had every right 
to enjoy this. She was almost wet by the time Chuck staggered into the ring.

Chuck was enjoying the moment as well, but for different reasons. It had been months 
since he last saw her or even e-mailed her. Ever since that match, and the aftermath, he 
had wanted her so badly that it was driving him bananas. To just be able to touch her pale 
white skin, squeeze her soft flesh again--hear her moan again. The anticipation was so 
great for him that he had been trying since Laura's match with Wayne to get his mind off 
the raging erection he had in his shorts. Thankfully, it finally subsided somewhat.

"I'm so glad to see you again!" Chuck beamed as he started to circle her.

"Likewise," Laura replied, perhaps a little coldly.

"Don't worry, I didn't say a word to anybody about what we did for that other DVD you 
sent me."

"Thanks. I appreciate that."

"Maybe after this is all over, we can get together in private and have another punching 
session."

"Maybe." She didn't have the heart to tell him to fuck off and that in twenty-four hours 
she would be on her way vacationing with her family.

"This will be fun," he smiled warmly--perhaps almost naively.

As they continued circling, Laura wondered if Chuck understood just how important this 
whole match was to her. This wasn't playtime for Laura; she wasn't there to engage in 
another "battle of the stomach punches" or to playfully ram into him. This was about as 
un-erotic as her wrestling matches got. This was another reason why she wished Tina 
hadn't invited him to participate: there was too much line-blurring between wrestling and 
what Laura and Chuck had done last time. Did Chuck know that? Did he understand that 
he was no longer in the ring with playful, sensual Miss Laura but rather aggressive, 
tough, beat-your-ass-and-then-mock-you Miss Laura?

Laura stepped in and tried to grab onto Chuck's left arm. Her plan was to get behind him 
and twist his arm back. It was routine for her, sure, but at this point in the match, she was 
running out of ideas. She figured it would be best to stick with her tried and true--the 
moves she knew she could depend on: the arm-twisting, the ramming, the bearhugs. But 
as Laura grabbed onto his left hand, she could feel Chuck's right clamp onto her shoulder 
and squeeze.

Laura let out a deep moan of pain. His hand felt like a vise. She immediately reached for 
it and tried to pull him off. As she struggled, he grabbed onto her shoulder and started 
rushing them back. Oh shit, Laura thought, what was he doing?

As Chuck charged Laura back, she tried to grab onto his arms to pry him off her. She was 
momentarily amazed at how well developed his arm muscles had become, so different 
from the fatty stumps he had the last time they had met. They were now hard, flexed, and 
impossible to move. Laura was rarely impressed by muscles, but considering how out of 
shape he was when she last saw him--and still was to an extent throughout the rest of his 
body--she wouldn't have minded meeting him at some point in the future merely to 
massage his biceps. She was in the middle of this momentary fantasy when the corner 
came smacking into her.

"Ohhhhh!" she groaned, her back throbbing in pain--not just from the current attack but 
still from the abuse Wayne had caused earlier. In her agony she made a mental note to 
remind Ralph to add some actual wrestling turnbuckles to these corners.

Chuck kept her pressed into the corner. He loved not only seeing her in pain but also the 
feeling of power that swept over him as he kept her pinned against it. He had been such a 
fan of Laura's--to see her like this now, in such a state of pain, and to know that he 
himself caused this. It was almost too much for him to take. He truly did love her, both in 
a fanatic sense and also in a very romantic sense. If there weren't so many people around, 
he would have gladly pulled her shorts down and slid himself in, pinning her to the 
corner with his arms as he pumped. It probably would have been considered as rape, but 
he didn't care; he just wanted to be inside her again. He knew it was a silly thing to 
imagine, but the mind goes to some deep, dark corners when one is extremely horny.

Laura's shoulders were beginning to ache as Chuck pushed into them. She honestly 
didn't know how she was going to get out of the corner. Her mind started to wander. She 
could always reach down and rub Chuck's crotch in order to distract him and--no! She 
wasn't going to go there. No tricks, no cheating--she was going to win this whole fucking 
match legitimately; no questions about technique or anything. She had gotten this far, and 
she would be damned if this online loser was going to be her undoing.

Summoning up every last remaining ounce of strength she had in her, Laura grabbed onto 
Chuck's arms, pressed forward, and charged them backward into the other direction. She 
barely had enough in her to even aim them into the corner properly, resulting in a very 
lazy, very uncoordinated run. There was no skill or strategy to it; she was operating on 
brute force alone.

"Unnng!" Chuck grunted as his back hit the corner. Laura softly collided into him, their 
large bodies pressed together in the corner. Laura was spent, so much so that tears were 
forming in her eyes from all the strain. She rested her head on Chuck's shoulder. Surely 
he was as worn out as she--

Laura let out a loud gasp as she felt herself rushing backward. Oh god no, she thought. 
Chuck not only wasn't ready to give up, he was actually being more forceful. A grimace 
was forming at the corner of his mouth while a new fire was in his eyes as he glared at 
her. Laura was in a panic. I can't stop him, she thought. All she could do was brace 
herself.

The pain as the corner hit her was intolerable. She was unable to make a sound, her 
mouth hanging open in a silent scream. Her head rocked back with such force that she 
was lucky she didn't get whiplash. Her soaked hair flung back, with the sweat flying 
outward as it did. Mixed with the tears that were in her eyes, her head practically looked 
like a lawn sprinkler at the moment of impact. Chuck had let go of her, mostly to avoid 
feeling any of the impact but also to watch her writhe in pain. It was definitely turning 
him on. He thought, I want to rip that top right off you and start fucking your large tits.

Laura tried to shake her head clear, but it was of no use. Her vision was still blurry, and 
even worse, it was starting to flutter. She was losing consciousness. She couldn't 
remember the last time anything like that had ever happened to her--not to say that it 
never did, but she couldn't begin to figure out when it could have been. She was able to 
make out Chuck's doughy form through all the stars and blurriness. She took a step out of 
the corner and her legs felt like jelly. She stumbled forward and fell toward Chuck, who 
caught her with his waiting arms. He cradled her gently, allowing her to get herself 
upright again.

And that's when he started tightening his arms around her.

"What??" Laura gasped as she felt Chuck's developed arms flex against her, pulling her 
in close to him. She tried to wiggle her way out, but it was too late. He had her. He was 
now doing what Ben had previously only thought he knew how to do. He had the great 
Miss Laura in a bearhug.

Laura couldn't help but wince as the muscles in Chuck's arms tensed around her. Sweat 
and tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she refused to make a sound. Bearhugs 
were her move, damn it, and she wasn't going to be defeated by one. She couldn't. To 
Laura, that would have been a worse defeat than merely losing this whole ordeal; to be 
beaten with something she had depended on for so many years. It would have been 
nothing short of a betrayal on the most cosmic of levels.

Chuck watched her as she struggled. She even made an attempt to tense up her body to 
make it harder for him to carry around the ring if he so desired. He was squeezing her so 
tightly that her chest was blossoming up between them. If he wanted, he could easily lean 
his head down and lick along her inviting cleavage, but he ultimately decided that was for 
later. Oh yes, he thought, I will have her again when this is all over. As if to somehow 
stress this point to himself, he sharply tightened his arms.

"Ack!" Laura let out, cursing herself for doing so. She didn't want to show any pain or 
weakness. She certainly didn't want to scream. She didn't want to give anyone--not 
Chuck, not Tom, certainly not Tina--the satisfaction. Her body clearly wanted to give up, 
and that only made her mad.

As best as she could considering her restrained position, Laura drove both of her fists into 
Chuck's sides.

"Arrrgh!" Chuck grunted loudly, obviously taken by surprise after thinking that he had 
this match in the bag. He immediately let go of Laura and stepped back, rubbing his 
sides.

At a time in which most wrestlers would steal a moment to at least take a deep breath, 
Laura instead rushed forward, driving her right knee into Chuck's stomach.

"Oooohhh," he moaned deeply as Laura dug her knee in. There was something satisfying 
about that to Laura, hearing this overweight man in pain. She didn't have time to 
contemplate why, though, as she kneed his belly again.

"Ugggh!" Chuck groaned again as he doubled over against Laura. Laura didn't want to 
give him time to recover, so she grabbed onto him and threw him roughly into the ropes. 
As Chuck bounced off them lazily and stumbled back toward her, Laura charged forward, 
ramming herself into him.

"Uhhnnn," he whimpered out. It was all too much for him--too much pain, too much 
running around, too much force. He was practically in a daze, and his legs wobbled 
underneath him. He fell forward and landed on his knees, his eyes glazing over but still 
trying to focus.

Laura watched this man crumble before her, and it was starting to turn her on. She was 
spent in all ways possible, yet she was still able to defeat this rather large male. There 
was something incredibly arousing about that. She was almost starting to feel like a 
superhero--let's face it, even if Superman was de-powered, he would still be able to kick 
Lex Luthor's ass.

She reached down and grabbed Chuck's hair, slowly yanking him back up onto his feet. 
Strangely, Chuck didn't make a sound or even wince; he just submissively rose like a 
slave. Laura thought the notion was amusing considering her ring name.

Chuck tried to clear the cobwebs from his brain, or at least get his eyes back in focus, but 
it was all to little avail. He was being "manhandled," no doubt about it. He had barely 
begun to figure out his next move when Laura pulled him in close to her, wrapped her 
arms around him, pinned his arms to his sides, and squeezed tightly.

"Aaaaghhh!" Chuck howled. Laura couldn't help but smile--and smile widely at that. 
Aw, she thought, does the bearhug bother you? She tightened her arms around him, 
feeling his limbs go limp against them. She was practically squeezing the energy right out 
of him.

Chuck tried to hold out as long as he could, but the pain in his ribs was unbearable. One 
thing was sure, it finally took his mind off the erection he had been developing all 
through the match. He would later curse himself for not having his head fully in the 
match. There is a time and a place for everything, he would tell himself.

"I give!" Chuck finally sputtered out. "I give! It's too much!"

Grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary, Laura quickly let him go. Chuck 
breathed loudly as he hurried out of the ring.

Laura just had enough time to take a deep breath of her own before Tom came up behind 
her and grabbed her by the back of the head, yanking hard on her hair.

"Gaaah!" Laura yelled as she felt her head pulled back.

"Fucking cunt!" Tom hissed into her ear. With a heave, he threw her headfirst into the 
nearest corner. Laura let out a deep, almost primitive-sounding grunt as her head clunked 
into the pole. Her hands desperately grabbed onto the middle ropes for support--anything 
to keep her from slumping down to the mat. Nobody had ever brought her to her knees 
before, and she was hellbent to prevent that. Not now, not for some stupid stunt match, 
and not in front of Tina. She wasn't going to let that happen, and she would have been 
damned if Tom was going to be the one to do it to her. But there was no doubt about it 
now: she was really starting to black out. Her eyes couldn't stop fluttering out of focus, 
begging and pleading with her to go to sleep. She couldn't--not now, not when she was so 
close near the end of all this. Sheer will was the only thing keeping her awake and on her 
feet right now.

Tom rushed up behind her and grabbed the back of her head again, yanking her upright. 
All Laura could do in protest was wheeze painfully.

"We have some unfinished business," he whispered seductively.

"You're right," Laura hissed loudly before driving her right elbow back into his chest.

"Aaarrr!" Tom howled as he stumbled back, his hands cradling his chubby pecs for 
protection. His chest felt like it was burning.

Laura quickly got away from his reach and began circling him slowly. She tried to keep 
as much distance as possible without making it look obvious that she was in fact avoiding 
him. As Tom circled Laura in return, a slight, eerie smirk started creeping up the corner 
of his mouth.

"How did Tina rope you into this anyway?" Laura finally asked.

"She and her sister offered to blow me."

Laura felt her stomach start to turn, sickened at the thought that she ever felt attracted to 
this creepy, leering, sleazy old man. Everything she had been feeling up to that moment--
the fear, the anxiety, the hesitation, the dread of facing Tom--quickly dropped into her 
bowels. Now, she just felt sick. She wanted to end this, and she wanted to end this now.

She finally approached Tom and tried to grab at his arms. Tom in turn stepped in and 
backhanded his left hand across Laura's chest.

"Ahh!" Laura shrieked more out of surprise than anything. As her breasts bobbled softly 
from the impact, she did nothing but glare at him. She could count on one hand the 
number of times a male opponent had dared to try to attack her chest. That was it for her. 
She was done playing around. Ever since that night all those years ago Laura had been 
afraid of him, even after soundly defeating him very recently. Just who the fuck did he 
think he was anyway? Whether it was all this rage bottled up inside her, or whether she 
was just simply too exhausted to physically attack him--whatever it was, Laura was going 
to try something different; something bold; and at least for her, something daring. She 
was going to psyche him out.

"Pig," she muttered out.

"You know you like it," Tom sneered back.

"That's all you've ever been. Nothing but a pig. An old, fat, sleazy creep preying on 
young women."

"Shut up." The sneer quickly disappeared.

"Is that the only way you can get it up? Hurting someone younger than you? Is that why 
you live near a college? What, did all the mommies and daddies in the neighborhood 
catch on and wouldn't let you near the children?"

"Bitch, you better--"

"What? Put on a Sailor Moon outfit and call you 'Grandpa?'"

"I'm warning you...."

"Oh, and your hair looks ridiculous."

That did it. Tom charged forward, screaming.

Laura merely waited. As soon as he was close enough, she backhanded Tom across the 
face.

"Uhhn!" Tom grunted as he felt the sharp sting along his cheek. It stopped him dead in 
his tracks.

Laura always liked the sight of that, a determined opponent having all the momentum just 
sucked right out of them. It didn't matter how big you were, how strong you were, or how 
skilled you were. Someone--anyone--can stop you cold and render you helpless. The 
thought actually aroused Laura some, especially in this case where it was someone who 
thrived on intimidating other people. Laura took a second to enjoy the sight before 
spinning around and kicking Tom in his right side.

"Aaaah!" Tom yelled as her foot sank into his ribs, knocking him toward a corner. He 
desperately tried to grab onto the ropes in order to stay on his feet. He was quickly 
becoming disoriented; he had no clue where he was in the ring or, more importantly, 
where Laura was. He barely had time to turn around to face her when Laura came rushing 
up, tackling into him.

"Ooophh!" he sputtered as she pressed him into the corner. The weight against him was 
unbearable, as she felt like a mountain. He had to get out of this. In a panic, he grabbed 
onto her shoulders and clawed his fingernails across them.

"Yeow!" Laura shrieked in surprise. As she stepped back she couldn't believe what had 
happened. She wondered, what the hell did he just do?? She quickly reached for her right 
shoulder to check if it was bleeding. Of all things, she thought, he would try doing--he 
was going to try to turn this into a catfight??

"What are you?" Laura finally asked aloud. "Some kind of femme?"

Enraged, Tom lazily raced out of the corner toward her. Laura was ready, sending her left 
fist right into Tom's jaw. Tom let out a low groan as his body spun around comically, 
landing face-first back into the corner.

"Okay," Tina shouted from outside the ring. "He's had enough!"

"No, he hasn't," Laura spat out over her shoulder, which by now had three dark pink 
scratches along it. She got right up behind him, grabbed his dyed head, and threw it 
forward into the corner pole.

"Uhhhnnnn," Tom groaned as his forehead smacked against it. Ralph primarily used the 
ring for boxing matches and training, so the corners were just that--poles. They weren't 
ever intended to be used for anything more than merely holding the ropes up. Ever since 
Laura had started using the ring for wrestling, though, he did finally put a thin layer of 
foam padding around them, but it was more out of courtesy than anything else. It 
certainly didn't function as padding in any usable way. Getting hit in the shin with a 
crowbar covered with marshmallow is still getting hit in the shin with a crowbar.

Laura stepped out of the corner to create some distance, in part because she didn't want 
him to resort to any more dirty tricks. Tom turned around, revealing a bright red mark at 
the center of his forehead. Laura couldn't help but feel good about that.

Tom slowly stumbled from the corner toward Laura, clearly looking as if he was trying to 
fight through the fog he was now in and launch another assault on her. Laura reached up 
and grabbed him by the neck, yanking him down into her sports bra. She wrapped her 
arms around his head, flexed her biceps, and tightly squeezed.

"Mmmphhh!" Tom sputtered as he felt himself smothered in Laura's 42DD bust. He was 
totally unprepared for this kind of move, mostly because it was something Laura had 
never dared try on him when they were younger; she had been far too modest about her 
body back then. He tried to twist his head away from the soft, spandex-covered mounds 
of flesh, but he couldn't. Her arms were too tight around him.

As Laura kept her arms firmly locked around Tom's head, she could feel his struggling 
start to lessen. There was something incredibly pleasing about that. Right after college, 
Tom had shown Laura maybe not all but a considerable amount of the ropes both in 
wrestling and sexually--in any case, he had touched her breasts, both covered and bare, 
countless times. And here she was now, using them not only as a weapon but seemingly 
as the weapon that was going to defeat him.

Tom could feel his head get warmer, but he wasn't sure if that was because of the close 
proximity to Laura's body or because of the increasing lack of oxygen getting to him. He 
tried to suck in as much air as possible, literally causing Laura's bra to suck up into his 
nostrils with each desperate, labored breath. He couldn't stand it anymore. He was losing 
consciousness.

"Had enough?" Laura asked in a mock-sweet voice, giving her arms a slight tighten as if 
to punctuate the question.

Tom let out a phlegmy cough into Laura's chest, causing Laura to momentarily wonder 
what his "death rattle" would sound like when he finally dies in thirty or so years. Laura 
kept him in place with her right arm and slowly rose her left over her head. She swung it 
down sharply, ramming her fist down onto Tom's shoulder.

"Unnngg!" Tom grunted as he dropped to his knees. Laura grabbed the back of his oily, 
dyed head to keep him relatively straight. With a heave, she shoved his body, plopping 
him down onto the mat on his back. He was out.

Laura stood there in the middle of the ring, her knees bent and her feet turned slightly 
into each other. She stared up at the overhead lights and took a deep breath. She was 
dripping with perspiration. Her sports bra was so soaked and absorbed with sweat that it 
was practically fused to her chest like a thoroughly used wet suit, giving everyone a sense 
of the shape of her nipples as they protruded against the material. Her hair was washed 
against her temples and cheeks like a wet mop, with the hair tie in the back drooped down 
and barely hanging on to the bottom. All the sweat turned her hair from its usually fiery 
red to almost a muddy maroon. She was sore, physically drained, mentally and 
emotionally exhausted, and her muscles were all on fire. She was ready to collapse. 
Thank god, Laura thought, it was over.

"Now!" Tina called out.

Laura had no idea what she was yelling about. Now, what? She saw Ben climb back into 
the ring, figuring that he was going to help Tom as he staggered up. But instead, Ben 
started walking toward her, and Tom joined him as soon as he was back on his feet. 
Laura thought to herself, what the fuck?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Laura called out to the floor. "Time! I never agreed to this."

Ralph stepped over to Tina to ask, "Is that true?"

"You agreed to six opponents," Tina smirked, ignoring Ralph. "I got you on camera 
saying so."

"That's not what we meant and you know it!" Laura noticed that Ben and Tom had not 
stopped, and in fact a sneer started to come back onto Tom's face. Laura made her way 
toward the ropes on the other side of the ring, but Chuck started climbing up them to get 
back in.

"Is the great Miss Laura going to forfeit a match on camera?" Tina asked loudly, a clear 
note of snark in her voice. Laura glanced over at Mikey, who was standing near one of 
the corners of the ring, his camera focused right on her. Laura thought, why isn't anyone 
doing anything to stop this? Damn it, forget about what I said--help me!!

She tried to edge over to another side of the ring, but Wayne was already slipping in 
under the ropes. Laura started to feel like she was in a zombie movie. She spun her head 
around to check out other possible exits, seeing Jeff and Scott enter at different points. 
There was no way out.

"Oh my god," Laura whispered to herself, "this was a trap!"

Laura had only a second to glance over at Tina, who was grinning deviously right at her. 
All she needed was a handlebar mustache to twirl. This was what she had in mind all 
along. Those last six bouts were meaningless; just meant to wear Laura down. She really 
wanted her defeated this way, beaten within an inch of her life. And it wasn't about 
giving her a challenge or a spectacle. It was all about pain.

Laura turned her attention back toward the six men who were slowly advancing toward 
her from all sides. Most of them were big, sweaty, and they all looked mad. Laura could 
feel herself backpedal toward one of the corners. She hated showing signs of weakness to 
the camera, but this was an exception. She needed a plan, and she needed one now! Her 
heart was racing, practically jumping out of her soaked bra. She was nervous, focused, 
excited, aroused, and terrified all at once.

"Get her!!" Tina yelled.

All six men rushed at her. Laura brought both her fists up in front and took a fighting 
stance. She was ready.



TO BE CONTINUED

(If you enjoyed this story and want to see more of Miss Laura in the future, please send 
feedback to the address at the top.)