Miss Laura: The Gauntlet part two by Miss Laura, mk92787@hotmail.com It's six against one as Laura is tricked into the toughest match of her life. FAIR WARNING: Before you read another word, make sure you have already read the previous Miss Laura story, "The Gauntlet part one": www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc28/misslauragauntlet01.txt One thought crossed Laura's mind. "How the hell did I get myself into this?" She thought she was done. She had just defeated six men in a row--one right after another, with no time for breaks or to even catch her breath. It was perhaps her greatest accomplishment in all of the years she had been wrestling, both as a hobby and as a "career" in her guise of Miss Laura. But that triumph was about to be shattered, as all six men were slowly advancing toward her in the ring. Granted she had agreed to a ridiculous proposal--to wrestle six past opponents one right after another--but she felt she was more than capable to accept that challenge. Beat all six one by one and she was done, right? Not at all, as it turned out. Tina, her former friend who had facilitated all this, prolonged this whole affair through a manufactured loophole. "I'm stopping this," Mikey said from behind his camera. He was already back on the gym floor, away from the central wrestling ring. Mikey rarely took such an active role in Laura's matches--he preferred to think of himself like a nature show host, one who doesn't interfere when a predator goes after a weaker animal, despite his own morals--but as far as he was concerned, Laura had already won the official match. Everyone else in that gym--Ralph, Mikey's father and the gym's owner; Old Gus, the kindly old janitor; heck, probably even that one opponent's brother sitting on the opposite side of the ring--saw that Laura had won. As far as Mikey could see, there was nothing else to do but end it. This was insane. Semantics is perhaps the stupidest reason for a fight between six men and a clearly exhausted woman. "Oh!" Tina called out in a faux-surprised voice as she walked over to Mikey. "Are you throwing in the towel for her, little boy?" "Look, lady," Ralph began as he approached her, both in defense of his own son and in defense of Laura, "she accepted your challenge and she won, case closed." Ralph was another one who didn't like to interfere with matches, even though it was his own gym. His attitude was that as long as people played by the rules, kept arguments to a minimum, and didn't try to destroy his property then it wasn't his place to stick his nose in. Unless someone was planning to box or wrestle professionally, people often partake in these kinds of sports for very personal reasons, whether it was for exercise or to work out issues with aggression or whatever. Regardless, Ralph had always figured that the last thing a person needed or wanted in the ring was for an old man to be lurching over their shoulder and breathing down their neck--without invitation, that is. But in a sort of inverse of "like father, like son," Ralph was also starting to smell a rat. Laura had clearly won the match and, as far as he knew, she had never agreed to this insane-sounding aftermath. Even though he couldn't begin to imagine where else she would have gone, he doubted he would have even let Laura hold the match at his gym if this had been a part of it all along. Tina had to have been keeping this bit of information from everybody from the start, and that was more than enough for Ralph to step in and intervene. "She agreed to six opponents!" Tina responded, a clear note of hostility growing in her voice. "And she beat them!" Mikey barked back. He was getting pissed now that she had the gall to try to argue this. "It's over!" "It's not over until I say so!" Tina leaned in closer, trying to get into Mikey's face as much as she could with his camera in the way. Ralph stepped in and roughly pressed his hand against Tina's chest to stop her, trying to be as much of a gentleman as possible and avoid her breasts. "This ends now," Ralph ordered coolly. "Get your fucking hand off--" "Stop it!" the shout came from slightly above. All eyes darted back up into the ring, where Laura was overlooking them, giving all three a look that could kill. "I'm going to do this," she finally decided after a long pause. "What?" Mikey began, stunned. "You don't have--" Ralph started, less surprised than his son was but nevertheless concerned. Laura was only a friend and in part a student, but she was still in a way family to him. "I can do this," she said a little stronger, half in a sort of reiteration but more as a confirmation to herself that she had nothing to worry about. "Are you sure?" Mikey asked again, trying hard to hide the pleading in his voice. "Just keep taping," she said calmly. "I already won the match. This is just playtime." Everyone would later agree that there was something in her tone that didn't jive with that statement. There was no element of fun to her voice, not even a faint vibe of sexiness. That last word came out of Laura's mouth sounding as grim as someone testifying about Nazi atrocities. Laura slowly turned back toward the ring. She was relieved to see that her six opponents stopped advancing on her; that little ringside scuffle pretty much got everybody out of the mood for the moment. She definitely needed that minor distraction, if for nothing else than to give her battery a quick recharge. Despite her determined voice a moment or two before, she really wasn't sure of herself at all. CAN she do this?? Her mind quickly recalled the number of times she faced more than one opponent in any capacity. It was rare for her, but she had done it before. She had done a two-against-one match long ago--long before she started wrestling "professionally" and long before she started calling herself Miss Laura in the ring. It was against a guy and a girl; nothing too strenuous, just for fun. She might have won that one--it was so long ago and it was doubtful any member of the party was looking at it in a win-or-lose way. And of course, she remembered the time she had actually gotten involved in a bar brawl shortly after getting married. Of course, she wasn't fighting against every person in the bar, and of course not all at once, but for the most part she held her own. But this was different. These were six men she had just soundly beaten--nay, humiliated in most cases. Each one of them would like nothing more than to tear her limb from limb. To forget that she was a member of the "fairer sex." Every single one of them to kick the ever-loving shit out of her; for at least one or two of them, probably even literally. Laura did a quick survey around the ring to see where everyone was positioned. All different ages and sizes, all with different levels of skill and fitness. There was Ben, forty-five years old, standing 5'10" and weighing 200 pounds. Jeff was thirty, 5'7", and 150 pounds. Scott was the youngest at eighteen, 5'9", and 135 pounds. Chuck was thirty-five, 5'9", and the biggest among them at 220 pounds. Wayne was thirty-nine, the tallest at 6'1", and 200 pounds. And then there was Tom--the last person Laura wanted to see there, given their history together--forty-five years old, 5'11", and weighing a stocky 205 pounds. Laura's own stats were practically the median of all of theirs combined. She was thirty years old and stood 5'5". Her biggest advantage in the ring, besides her own skill, was her bigger frame. Though 175 pounds was hardly a health- endangering weight, it seemed to have always been enough for douchebags throughout her life to classify her as "fat." No doubt one reason she had turned to wrestling in the first place was to work out some of those self-image demons she had been struggling with every since she stepped foot into a public school. But at least fortunately, she used her weight well when she wrestled, making her a rather intimidating opponent. And her 42DD-38-44 measurements were usually curvaceous enough to distract most of the males she squared off against; at least, for a moment. But mere feminine distraction wasn't going to be enough to win this endeavor. She had just defeated each one of these men individually in a series of grueling, exhausting wrestling matches. She pretty much used up her entire bag of tricks throughout the six matches, so there was very little she could do to surprise any one of them. She had to rely on her skill, her strength such as it was, and her quickly dwindling supply of stamina. To hell with those six individual matches; that was all child's play. This was the real test for Laura- -a test of endurance. And that was why she wanted to go ahead with this. She wanted to know without any shred of doubt that she was the best one out there. She wanted to know she was the best there is, period. "I WILL do this," she finally muttered to herself under her breath. She wasn't even really sure if she did in fact say it aloud. All six men started to advance again. It wasn't in the same creepy "zombie walk" way that it was earlier. Laura had been so entirely caught off guard by the whole notion that their silent, leering creeping toward her just amplified the uneasiness of the situation. She wasn't going to let them back her into the corner as they had tried to do before. She was going to walk right up into the lion's den. Holy shit, she thought to herself, what do I do? Laura casually walked up to Scott, who was the closest--and thankfully, the lightest--to her. She nonchalantly reached up to her hair, looking as if she was about to twirl it nervously or at least retighten the band tying it in the back. But instead she turned back to him and shoved, plowing him back into Ben. Both still-exhausted males stumbled backward into the ropes. It was on. Trying to keep the small bit of surprise going, Laura turned to her left and saw Wayne. Wanting to take the tallest one of them down quickly, she spun her body around and sent a leg into his side. "Uhhnnn!" he grunted as he bent into her leg. His back and front were still throbbing from the one-on-one match he just had with Laura. Now she was attacking his sides. Good god, he thought, what part of me has she NOT hit yet? Laura was so busy trying to shove Wayne off to the side that she was barely aware of where the other men were. A horribly bad move, she would later admit. She could already hear Ralph's voice in her mind. "Always be aware of your surroundings," he used to tell her early on when she first started working out at his gym. She assumed he was already thinking that while watching from the floor. Chuck was able to get her from behind, wrapping his arms around her head and neck and getting her in a rather lazy, but firm, headlock. Laura immediately reached for his arms, trying to pry them off her. It gave Wayne just enough time to rush back over to her and drive his knee up into her stomach. "Ohhhph!" Laura grunted, being unable to double over as Chuck had her locked upright. She instinctively reached down to cradle her belly with one hand, her other still at Chuck's lower arm. Wayne was still close by, leaning in to get right in her face. "How does that feel, bitch?" he hissed. In response, Laura quickly let go of Chuck's arm and drove her fist right into Wayne's nose. "Aaaghh!" he shrieked, his hands going up to cover his face. He backpedaled submissively, practically wilting right before her. Laura wasn't satisfied. She wanted to make a point. While Wayne was still within reach, she sent her foot out and kicked his left shin. She barely had time to see Wayne drop to his knees before she charged backward, driving Chuck back into the corner of the ring. Chuck groaned deeply as his back hit the corner, his arms relaxing around Laura's head and draping limpidly over her shoulders. As soon as she felt herself free, Laura charged forward, driving her shoulder into Jeff's thinner frame. "Ahh!" he yelped, sounding almost surprised by the attack. Laura momentarily noticed how a lot of the sounds Jeff made were rather girly in nature. The small chuckle she wanted to share over that thought had to wait, though; she was too busy charging him backward. With a heave, she was able to throw him back into Tom, who caught him easily and tossed him aside. More than anything, Laura was trying to create some space around her. She didn't get any momentum from rushing Jeff back. That burst of energy she showed a minute or two ago wasn't going to be enough. It was becoming abundantly clear to her that she was starting to tire out again, but first she had to make sure every single male in that ring knew she meant business. Laura and Tom approached each other with slow and labored steps, each for different reasons: one person was thoroughly exhausted and was taxing every remaining ounce of energy she had left, while the other was merely older and more out of shape than he was in his wrestling prime. The tension between them was electrifying, but it was doubtful that anyone else in that gym could pick up on it. But as these two quasi-athletes knew, this wasn't just a mere exercise or sparring match. This was a battle of strength and skill between a teacher and a student, two former lovers, and two rivals all rolled into one. Laura could tell immediately that Tom was well aware of the weight of this moment, as all she had to do was glance down and see the raging erection under his shorts. If Tom had been expecting a similar reaction from Laura he would have been both mistaken and disappointed. Despite the initial titillation she had felt pondering the match when it was first pitched to her, there was nothing particularly erotic about the situation to her anymore. She was no longer in it for fun and games; she wanted to win. "Here we go, little girl," Tom began with a sneer as he leaned in. "The main event." Laura was simply too tired to think of any kind of response, witty or otherwise. All of her flash and style was spent long before the six-against-one portion of this ordeal had begun. At this point, it was moot exactly how verbose she was. She wasn't going to win this match on a sly technicality or bon mot; "pronoun trouble" was not a valid wrestling move. This was a test of skill, and she was determined to pass it. The two meaty wrestlers reached for each other and locked in tightly, with Tom's hands clamped onto Laura's biceps and hers hooked onto his shoulders. Tom was focused on squeezing her arms, while Laura was more interested in using her weight to force him back into the corner. Pressure slowly started to build up between them. "You...don't really...think you'll...make me budge...do you?" Tom grunted in spurts. Laura couldn't tell if he was putting her on or if he really was feeling that much of a strain from her shoving. She certainly wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of answering, whatever his motives were. She merely continued to grind her palms against his shoulders, almost feeling his body give and scoot backward. Tom responded by giving the sides of her arms a sharp squeeze. All Laura could do was wince. A very light squeak oozed out of her lips, but she adamantly refused to make any clear signs of pain. He didn't deserve it; in fact, none of these bastards did, she felt. Her will was too strong. There was nothing any of them could do to put her off her guard. And that was when Tom leaned in and brushed his pecs against Laura's sports bra. Laura couldn't help but let out a loud gasp, while her eyes bugged out a little. What exactly did he think he was doing? At this point it seemed like a lifetime ago, but it couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes when Tom, in desperation, backhanded her across her breasts. They were probably still stinging, but all Laura was focusing on was the match at hand--or, at least, its current incarnation. She started to wonder exactly what was men's fascination with bigger chests. It wasn't like she could turn a lot of heads without one. Fat girls were considered "ugly," but big tits were apparently considered "sexy"; and as far as most men are concerned, "sexy" is equal to "easy." Tom tightened his grip on Laura's arms as he continued to rub his chest across hers, with his somewhat coarse "old man" chest hair getting hooked onto the wet spandex of her bra. Laura attempted to nudge him away, to little avail. There was something warm and gentle about the movements; almost tender. She was doing everything in her power to stop her body from betraying her, trying to mentally prevent her nipples from stiffening up at the sensation. "Yeah, you like that, don't ya?" the words oozed softly into her right ear. The breath coming from Tom's mouth felt strangely hot on her ear lobe. "NO!" Laura screamed as she gave Tom one big, final shove. She became all the more amazed when he actually relented and stumbled back at the push. This only gave Laura but a second to figure out why all of a sudden he gave up, but the answer became clear when Tom reached for her shoulder and lightly spun her around. From across the ring, Ben and Scott were charging toward her. They had extended their arms out between them, holding their hands together. Laura imagined that they were attempting to do a double clothesline; because surely her chest hadn't been through enough already. "This is what you get for not paying attention to your surroundings," Tom hissed before shoving into Laura's back, causing her to stumble forward toward apparent danger. Laura was less focused on the attack that was facing her than she was the eerie feeling of how Tom's taunt sounded like something Ralph would have said constructively. "Oo, be careful there, Miss Laura," Old Gus said aloud to nobody in particular. "He really buys into the whole 'Miss Laura' thing, doesn't he?" Tina asked, a little condescendingly. "Where do you think she got the name from?" Ralph shrugged. Ben and Scott didn't really have that much of a plan apart from just knocking her down. Scott of course imagined the feeling of his arm smacking into Laura's ample bosom--maybe even to the point of popping a breast out of her bra?--but he wasn't sure what his next move was going to be. They were more concerned with merely showing her up. Seeing how little time and room was left before she collided with them, Laura did the only thing she could think of: turn on the gas. Neither Ben nor Scott could believe what they were seeing. They thought they had this attack in the bag, but here was this large, aggressive woman coming at them. And she looked pissed. With a light growl, Laura grabbed onto the two men's extended arms as she rammed into them, shoving them backward as she continued to charge forward. Scott was letting out a light squeal, while Ben was pleading with her to stop. Sorry boys, she thought to herself, you shouldn't have tried to come after me if you weren't prepared to face the consequences. Both men's backs hit the ropes hard as Laura rushed them into them. With a high- pitched groan, Scott flipped over the top rope and crashed down onto the gym's cold, hard floor. Ben meanwhile merely collapsed right there on the mat, clutching his back in pain. The force from Laura's body was the only thing keeping either of them from bouncing off the ropes and back into the action in the ring. With a glare, Laura slowly turned back to her remaining opponents. Chuck, Wayne, and Jeff were already back on their feet and slowly advancing toward her again. But her eyes were locked on the proverbial prize. As soon as she took care of him then the rest of this bout really would be playtime, as she had promised to everyone at the start. With perhaps a bit of careless tunnel vision, she zeroed in on Tom and charged across the ring for him. She wasn't even anywhere close to him when Chuck's leg shot out and caught her across the stomach. "Oooooohgg," Laura groaned deeply as her body folded over Chuck's leg. She couldn't believe she had done something so stupid. "Watch your surroundings!" she imagined Ralph yelling at her. Heck, she was also starting to hear that in Tom's voice now, as sick as the idea made her that he was "guiding" her in any way. She could feel Chuck's arms try to hold her in place over his leg, but she wasn't going to let him. She wasn't playing around, and the force and ferocity with which she was pulling his arms off her was even surprising Laura herself. She felt as if she was just about ready to stand upright again when Wayne came up from behind and drove his left elbow into the back of her head. "Hrahh!" she shrieked as stars quickly flooded the inside of her head. For a moment she couldn't figure out which of her opponents did that, even though by process of elimination it obviously wasn't either of the two men standing in front of her. Perhaps even more terrifyingly, she briefly couldn't even remember how many people she had been squaring off against. The sharp pain in the back of her skull was enough to make her keep losing count each time at two. Chuck felt a little sick to his stomach to see her like that. There was something wrong about that move. He felt it was a cheap shot, but he quickly shook off any sense of regret upon the realization that his side could actually win this match (not that he had that much doubt in the first place considering the odds). He didn't try to stop Laura from reaching back to hold her head in pain, mostly because he was growing hard at the sight. "Fucking bitch," Wayne muttered as he grabbed Laura's round ass and shoved her forward, causing her to fall over Chuck's leg and plop down face-first onto the mat. The sound of her heavy body dropping echoed throughout the gym like thunder, while the ring was still shaking from the impact even as Scott was painfully trying to climb back into it. Laura's face rested flat against the canvas of the mat. She was barely aware of her surroundings, let alone her position or current predicament. Bright colors swirled toward her as she tried to force her bloodshot eyes open, with her right refusing to focus. She was out of ideas. Even if she could think of a way to turn the tide of this match, she wasn't sure that she had the energy left in her to play it out. Her limbs felt heavy and her head throbbed in intense pain, convincing her that she was spent, exhausted, beaten. Laura wanted to give up. The words would not come out of her mouth, though. Whether or not she was even really trying to speak, she couldn't tell at this point. Her throat didn't seem damaged, so she wondered if maybe she simply had no energy left to invest in speaking right now. All she could manage was a raspy sigh, which she could have sworn triggered one of the men standing over her to chuckle in contempt. As she lifted her aching head up, she could see Mikey outside the corner of the ring, pointing his camera right at her. She wanted nothing more than to scream at him to turn it off, look away, anything. She just wanted out: out of this match, out of wrestling, out of her whole fucking life. Given her situation and current state, there was only one way to get out. She was going to crawl out like an injured animal ready to be put down. Her body still felt limp and heavy as she slowly got up onto her hands and knees. The corner where Mikey was standing seemed like a million miles away from the center of the ring. As she started to weakly crawl, her mind began to wander. She imagined that this was the part in the movie where the somber, depressing music would begin; lots of church bells and cellos. The hero is down. "Anguish Suite" is what she imagined the piece would be titled on the score soundtrack. The six men watched her try to advance across the ring, with the mild chuckling erupting into a shared sinister laughter. Tom could feel himself harden as he watched Laura move, especially when she tried to shake her head clear as she crawled. Scott couldn't take his eyes off her massive chest, which hung heavily between her arms, her sports bra clinging to her breasts like body paint. The others were casually walking around her crumpled form, jockeying for position. Wayne was the first to step in, kicking Laura in her left side. "Uhhnn," she groaned as the foot slammed into her ribs. Laura had been so concerned about keeping off the mat and making her way out of the ring that she didn't even think about protecting her sides. She was too tired to think about that; too tired to even try defending herself. She just wanted out. Chuck closed in next. A smile slowly crawled up the right side of his mouth. He knew exactly where he wanted to aim. He pulled his foot back and drove it in quickly, kicking Laura sharply in the stomach. "Ooooff!" she sputtered. She so wanted to just drop down onto the mat right there and cradle her sore belly, but something inside was keeping her from doing so. She knew what these guys--these pigs--were going to do to her. They just wanted to humiliate her; they couldn't possibly do anything more, not with all these people here watching--and certainly not on camera. Nobody would be that stupid. She decided that she would let them take their cheap shots, but she would be damned if any one of them was going to bring her down to that mat. Laura stiffened her arms as a way to sort of psyche herself up into believing that she had a will that was stronger than these assholes could kick. As Laura continued crawling across the ring, Jeff came up from behind and kicked her side, his foot catching her just behind her left breast. Laura's face twisted into a pained wince. She was starting to get pissed at these free kicks they were all taking, but she was too worn out to really react- -too exhausted. She could barely get on her feet at that moment, let alone launch another assault on six people. Scott liked seeing Laura so vulnerable and wanted to take his turn. Swaggering up to her side and throwing a sort of "gee, this looks difficult" glance at the other men, he swung his foot out toward Laura's right ribs. But this time, Laura was ready, as she grabbed his foot with both hands and started to twist. "Yaaah!" Scott shrieked, sounding like a teenage girl who saw that her sweet- sixteen wish of getting a pony had just come true. He was still tired and in pain from his match with Laura, so he wasn't expecting to put much effort into this attack--and he certainly wasn't expecting her to fight back in any way. "Get this bitch off me! Get her off me!!" Chuck and Wayne both approached Laura from the other side. Wayne stomped his right foot down onto her lower back. "Auuuuuuhh!" Laura howled. The weight of his foot was enough to finally force her down onto the mat completely. She reached back with her left arm to attempt to grasp her back in pain, still holding onto Scott's foot with her other hand. Seeing that she still had some fight in her, Wayne started kicking into her side. Chuck soon joined in. From the other side of her body, Jeff and Ben began kicking her as well. Scott was finally able to worm his foot out of her grasp and took a step back, checking to see if she had done any permanent damage. After about a second, he stepped back in and began kicking at her with his good foot. Laura felt feet everywhere, as if they weren't going to leave any square inch of her body alone. She felt the blows in her sides, on her hips, her arms, and she was sure that Chuck was trying to aim his kicks at her breasts. It was a nightmare. Tina stood there outside the ring, watching this spectacle in amazement. Her mouth literally hung open. She remembered how Laura had first humiliated Tina's sister, Missy, in that very ring two weeks ago--and then how she had proceeded to defeat and humiliate Tina herself a week later. Tina was starting to grow incredibly wet between her legs watching Laura receive some form of payback; seeing this big behemoth finally bested. Was it fair? Was it a match that any one person could possibly win? Tina didn't care about the answers. She just wanted Laura in pain. Her mind then wandered, imagining Laura having to explain to her husband where all the bruises came from; what all the men did to her. She wanted Laura beaten, humiliated, and ashamed of herself. The titillation was too great for her; she unconsciously started rubbing herself over her jeans. As Mikey watched this attack through the screen of his camera, he started feeling sick inside. It was brutal. Laura had long since stopped responding at this point, just taking the kicks as they came; her body shuddering each time was the only indication that the kicks were connecting at all. Mikey didn't usually watch too many wrestling matches--he really only hung out at his father's gym whenever Laura needed his help--so he had never really seen a person take so much physical abuse before. He wasn't even sure if this was still considered "wrestling" at this point; it was five men essentially beating up a woman. There was no sport to this. It was ghetto stomping; just savage aggression. He wanted to stop this. He wanted to just jump in there, push them all off her, and take care of her. It killed him inside to see Laura subject herself to such torture. But she had asked him not to interfere; just keep taping this match, no matter what. He just needed to focus on what he was asked to do, no matter how much it was turning his stomach. Laura's hair tie hung onto the bottom of her long, red locks, looking like it had been applied as an afterthought than out of any function. In a final show of dominance, Ben reached down and roughly yanked the tie off her, tossing it across the ring to a corner. The few remaining strands that had been restrained by it, and were not currently soaked with sweat, fell onto her shoulders in a slow, lazy manner; almost as if the hair had been defeated as well. The rest of her once-beautiful mane slicked down the middle of her back in a long clump, looking as if she had just gotten out of the shower. All five men gradually stepped away, revealing Laura's body lying there in the center of their circle, seemingly motionless. As they stood around her and gazed at her beaten form, bizarre thoughts started to fill each one of their heads. Scott wanted to spit at her. Jeff wanted to pee on her. Ben wanted to pull down her boxer shorts and stomp on her bare ass. Chuck wanted to masturbate over her and ejaculate onto her back. Sick thoughts from sick men. Beating a woman up wasn't enough for them; they each wanted to deprave her even more in their own perverted ways. "Well," Tina called out as she walked closer to the ring, "it looks like the great--" And that's when the low groan started. There was only one place such a noise could be coming from, and all eyes darted to Laura. The chubby, beaten lump in the middle of the ring--the one that looked as if it had been literally pounded into the mat--started to stir. A leg twitched sharply. Her head shook. Finally, she reached out with her sore right arm and gripped onto the canvas of the mat. "Holy shit," Chuck said, rather loudly. "She's not out!" With everyone watching in utter amazement, Laura slowly got back onto her hands and knees. She was in agony. Her hair was a mess and was hanging down all around her head, preventing her from seeing. She crawled laboriously, with each movement looking like it was the most painful thing in the world. More than one person watching her at that moment thought she looked like a zombie who had just come out of their grave and was on the prowl for human flesh. They weren't too far off, as Laura did feel like the living dead. Though she didn't think anything was broken--these guys weren't that brutal or skilled to really do any serious damage--she nevertheless ached everywhere. She had actually been hurt much worse in the past, once or twice so badly that she did have to stay in a hospital for observation. But this--this was just a nightmare only because of the numbers. It was a dogpile, the wrestling equivalent of a gangbang. She just wanted to slip out of the ring, go home, and sleep for a week. She knew she was getting closer to the corner of the ring; closer to freedom, to home, to rest. She clamped her hand down to pull herself forward, but it landed on something. It wasn't the mat, and it wasn't one of the ring's ropes. It felt like skin. Laura brushed her hair out of the way a little to see what she had come across. It was a foot, and she knew exactly who the foot belonged to. It belonged to the one guy who didn't partake in that ridiculous, testosterone-fueled display a couple of minutes ago. "Going somewhere?" Tom asked, a distinct sarcastic tone to his voice. No, no, no, Laura thought. They're not done? What the hell did these assholes want from me?? Tom grabbed onto Laura's wet, tangled hair and yanked upward. Laura could only wince. "Up!" Tom ordered. "Up!" Laura wanted to tell him to go to hell. She wanted to knee him in the balls and somehow cram that demand right down his waddled throat. But she was too exhausted to act defiant; too tired to fight back. She merely let him pull her up to her feet. At this point, she needed all the help she could get to get up off the mat. Tom roughly pulled her closer to him. She wasn't sure, but Laura could swear she felt Tom's thumb brush against the side of her left breast. "When this is all over," Tom whispered into her ear, "I am going to fuck you up in every possible way." Laura leaned back, glared at him, and weakly took a swing with her right fist. Tom easily caught it, pulled her arm behind her, and shoved Laura toward Wayne, who caught her with waiting arms. Wayne chuckled as he shook her back and forth a bit. Laura tried to pull an arm free in order to strike him, but she could barely focus her eyes let alone summon the strength to get out of his grasp. He finally threw her in Chuck's direction. Laura was in a bit of a panic. She had never been this manhandled before, and never by so many men for that matter. She had to think of some way out of this situation, but she was so very tired--so simply worn out. She had to think of some way to turn the tables on them. Chuck caught Laura softly. Laura was half-expecting him to start punching her stomach, as was usually his want, but instead he merely tossed her toward Jeff. She doubted that any of these guys really knew what else to do with her at this point. As she approached Jeff, Laura finally saw an opportunity. Stumbling across the ring toward him, she ducked down and stuck both of her fists out, getting Jeff right in the chest as they collided. "Aaaagh!" he screamed as her fists dug into his scrawny pecs. Laura couldn't help but feel satisfied that something worked. She was beaten up, exhausted, blacking out, and felt as if every ounce of energy in her body had long since vanished. She used up all of her skill and her stamina had been depleted, but she amazingly was able to find one last thing to rely on in her otherwise empty tank. She had her brute force. Laura pushed forward as she pressed her fists into Jeff's chest, driving him back toward Scott and Ben. With a quiet grunt she gave him one final shove, sending him stumbling into his two teammates. Scott attempted to catch Jeff, mostly in fear of otherwise being knocked down, but it was too late. The three men collided into each other like bowling pins and tumbled backward into the ropes. Albeit only momentarily, this move not only reduced the number of Laura's active opponents by half but also bought her enough time to (quickly) coordinate an attack. She knew she only had seconds before Jeff, Scott, and Ben would hit the ropes and come bouncing back toward her. She had to act fast, and she knew exactly where to start. She needed to take a major element out of the equation, or at the very least make it seem ten times less threatening. Laura spun around and stuck her left leg out, planting it right in the middle of Tom's gut. "Oooooggg," Tom groaned as he folded over Laura's leg, weakly grasping at it for support. She pulled her leg away and quickly surveyed her other opponents. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tom crumple down to his knees. Good, she thought, he's out for the moment. About fucking time. From outside the ring, Ralph couldn't help but smile. He was proud of whatever minor bit of advice or training he had given Laura. He so wished she would accept his invitation to wrestle for his local ladies league. She would easily become its biggest star. His mind started to wander just as he heard the main doors to the gym shake and rustle. Someone was trying to get in. "What time is it?" he asked Old Gus. "Almost two," the janitor answered without consulting any kind of watch or phone. "Damn it." He didn't expect the ordeal to go on this long. This whole six- against-one nonsense made it far longer than any other match Laura had done so far. Ralph had expected to open the gym up for normal business at this point. People were waiting to get inside. He hurried to the main entrance with his keys. Laura's focus was on the trio she had just plowed into the ropes, as she saw them coming back toward her. She couldn't tell if it was out of sheer momentum from the ropes or if they actually had any control in where they were going, but they were coming in quickly. Laura leaned down, presenting her right shoulder to them, and rushed forward, catching Ben between his chest and stomach. "Unnngh," he groaned before folding over onto Laura's back. She wrapped her arms around his torso and shoved him forward, hurling the doughy male back into Jeff and Scott. The three crumbled to the mat in a heap, leaving a fleshy pile in the center of the ring. "We're just wrapping something up right now," Ralph explained as he led three regulars into the main gym. He was hoping to get them into the locker room in order to avoid distracting Laura. "As soon as we're done--" "Hey, look!" one of the young men interrupted. "It's Miss Laura!" "Shh," Ralph insisted. "She's busy." "Aw cool!" another of the newcomers responded. "What's going on?" "She's taping a special match against six guys." "Oh man, that's cool," the third replied. "I love her. Can we please stick around and watch? I want to get her autograph when she's done with them!" Ralph sighed, "Only if you boys can be quiet." Laura could hear footsteps coming from behind. She didn't think Tom was back on his feet just yet, so it could only have been Chuck or Wayne. She whipped her head around to see Chuck quickly coming after her. She knew what she had to do, but she had to time things just right. She turned and charged toward him, ramming her body into his. Most of these men had a physical advantage on her, but she knew that none of them had the same experience or know-how of using their size the way she had. Chuck let out a low grunt as Laura plowed into him and kept on going, driving him back and aiming him right at Wayne. Wayne saw what was about to happen and decided to turn the tables on the feisty woman that was getting the better of them all yet again. He rushed forward, making it obvious that he was going to force Chuck right back into Laura. Laura couldn't help but smile. Wayne was walking right into her trap. Just before impact, Laura shoved Chuck forward and stepped off to the side. Wayne rammed into Chuck and forced him back in the other direction, with the two men whizzing past Laura as they rushed by. Laura had missed the oncoming train by mere seconds, with her hair fluttering in the wake of their speed. The two men narrowly missed the pile of their beaten colleagues as they hit the ropes, bouncing off them and stumbling back toward the center of the ring. Seeing her opening at last, Laura ducked down and stuck out her shoulder like before, jabbing it right into the small of Wayne's back as the two men came rushing back. "Aaaahhh!" Wayne yelled as Laura's shoulder stabbed into him. His body bent backward just as Chuck's rebounded body smacked into his, sandwiching him between the two large people--essentially the very move he had been hoping to use against Laura not even a minute ago. Wayne coughed out the last bit of air that was in his lungs and slumped down between them, joining the other three men that had clearly given up at this point. They were quickly forming a nice, neat pile right there on the mat. Tina was livid at how quickly the odds were turning back in Laura's favor. She glanced back to see Scott's brother sitting in the back row of chairs, watching the match with an almost obsessive concentration. Surely this guy--what was his name again? Bill? Bob?--would share her indignation, she thought. "Where does she get off beating them so easily?" she demanded, thinking he would automatically chime in and agree. But instead, Brian just sat there watching silently, barely throwing a glance in Tina's direction. Ralph was also slightly distracted from the match, as he was trying to quiet down the growing crowd of young boxers and wrestlers that were entering the gym to work out. His only recourse was to promise the onlookers that Laura would meet everyone and sign autographs after it was over--just as long as they were all quiet. It was apparently enough of a deal for everyone to jockey for positions around the outside of the ring, with every pair of eyes watching in amazement. Chuck, meanwhile, was merely knocked off his feet from the collision. As he got onto one knee, he saw Laura standing over him. She had her hands on her hips and was looking down at him, resembling an amateur superhero. Her hair hung seductively over her shoulders, and her arms glistened with sweat. And though Chuck wasn't sure, he thought he could see her nipples protrude through her sports bra. Chuck felt so dominated and aroused at that moment, and his erection was so hard that it pushed open his waistband a little, seemingly giving his pubic region some much-needed air. Laura stood there watching him, waiting to see what he would do. Chuck was about ready to submit out of the match entirely. He had just about had enough. But that's when he saw Tom quietly rise up behind Laura. Oh my god, he thought, she doesn't notice. "Had enough yet?" Laura asked Chuck, focusing all of her attention on him. A very slight smirk started to curl up the corner of her mouth. Tom quickly approached her, clasped his hands together, and drove both fists down between her shoulder blades. "Aaahhh!" Laura howled, her commanding tone wilting away as she moaned. She arched her back in pain, sticking her chest and stomach forward toward Chuck. It was too much for her. She crumpled backward from the pain, falling right into Tom's waiting arms. Chuck almost came right there in his shorts. He never saw anything more erotic in his life. Just seconds ago, this large, domineering woman was towering over him, almost willing him into defeat. Yet here she was now: injured, restrained, and taken down several pegs. Chuck quickly rose to his feet and sent his right fist into her unprotected belly. "Oof!" Laura coughed out in a deep groan. Such a manly-sounding noise coming from her, Chuck thought. He wanted to hear it again. He leaned forward and punched again with his left, causing both Laura and Tom behind her to backpedal. "Ooff!" she sputtered out again, her eyes closed shut in pain. Tom started to drag her toward the ropes, but Chuck wasn't finished playing yet. He wanted to hear more sounds of pain from her. He socked her belly again, causing the fat to jiggle around his fist in a wave. "Ooohh," Laura moaned once again, almost in a whimper. Never in her life had she been this double-teamed before. She was starting to black out again. Her arms were held behind her, and her legs felt like Jell-O. She was unable to fight back. They had her. Tom tightened his grip around Laura's arms and slipped his hands behind her head, ready to put her into a half or even full nelson if he needed to. He loved the idea of forcing her to endure such punishment. He loved to control women in general, but putting them in positions they clearly did not want to be in always drove him wild. He pressed his growing hard-on against the back of Laura's shorts. He so wanted to just pull down on the waistband and pump himself right into her big, soft ass. It had been so long since he had taken her like that. He needed to be inside her again, if for nothing else than revenge for the couple of times she had humiliated him in recent weeks. He needed to show her who was boss. As Tom kept her in place, Chuck continued advancing, jabbing into the sides of her stomach with each step forward. Laura let out soft grunts each time, clearly weakened at this point, but Chuck wanted to hear more out of her. He wanted her to beg him to stop. He wanted to hear her say "no." "Throw that bitch over the side!" Tina screamed from outside the ring, remembering what Laura had done to her sister two weeks ago. Tom and Chuck exchanged devious grins in agreement, and Chuck bent down to grab Laura's ankles. "Strip her first!" Tina added. "Wait 'til you see the jugs on her," Tom said as he started tugging up on Laura's sweat-soaked bra. "No comment," Chuck responded as he held onto her calves, suspending Laura between them like paramedics putting a patient on a stretcher. Tom was clearly having some difficulty trying to simultaneously keep her in place and reach over to her front to pull on her bra. He felt like he needed about three other arms just to support her seemingly dead weight at this point. He would later secretly blame Chuck for the trouble he was having, refusing to admit that he just wasn't as graceful as he perceived himself to be. For all his fumbling, all he was to do was have her bra ride up her chest slightly, exposing just the very bottoms of her milky white breasts. Chuck was so fixated on the glacially slow reveal that he didn't even notice Laura start to pull her legs back. "Hey," Tom started, "look ou--" But it was too late. Laura drove both of her feet into Chuck's chest. "Uuhhnnn!" Chuck grunted at the force against his pecs. He had no choice but to drop the half of Laura he was holding up, stumbling backward and sending his hands to his reddened chest. He tripped over Wayne's fallen form and landed painfully on his back, right next to the quickly building pile of worn-out men that Laura had defeated. Tom still had only one arm firmly around her, as his other had been trying to yank off her bra. Laura saw her opportunity as she reached back and locked her hands onto Tom's shoulders, sending her head back into his throat. The sound that came out of him was unlike anything anyone in that gym had heard before. Half-scream, half-gargle--or maybe half-gagging, half-wheezing. Laura would later review the video and comment that it sounded like the "breathing" noises the dungeon bosses used to make in the old "Legend of Zelda" video game when Link was in the room next to them. "No, no, no!!" Tina hissed from outside the ring, her hands clutching onto the bottom ropes. Tom was not about to give up yet--especially not to Laura. He was so close to winning, to defeating her, to beating her. He wasn't going to let a little thing like not breathing stop him now. As Tom continued to gag or wheeze for air he pressed forward against Laura's back, forcing her to bend forward. Wanting to get her down to the mat, he wrapped his right arm around Laura, with his forearm pressed against her bust. Typical, Laura thought. She locked her hands onto his arm and was about to push herself back upright before getting a wonderful idea. With a ferocious growl--something that sounded like a mix of a wildcat, a savage cavewoman, and Xena--Laura bent forward some more and pulled on Tom's arm, flipping him over her back and slamming him down toward the mat. His body hammered into the pile of men that had come before him: Ben, Jeff, Scott, Wayne, and Chuck. The impact of the six bodies smashing together caused the entire ring to shake, and the deep, "boom"-like sound of the collision echoed throughout the whole gym. The crowd that had gathered on the gym floor erupted in applause. Laura never wrestled in public, as she felt it cheapened the whole idea, so the sound of twenty-some-odd men (and the occasional woman) cheering and clapping took her by surprise. It was merely something she had never experienced before, but she was starting to like it. "Yes!" Mikey shouted with glee from behind the camera. Professionalism usually prevented him from interjecting while he was filming a client, but he simply couldn't help himself. He would later apologize to Laura for such unsolicited enthusiasm, but she would only respond with a fairly long hug. Tina couldn't believe her eyes, which were bugged out more than she probably would have liked. She watched it all happen right in front of her, and she still couldn't believe it. She simply refused to. She was chomping at the bit to object to this whole display; the rope she was clinging to practically crumpled in her tight grip. Laura couldn't believe it, either. She was barely aware of what she had done, let alone how exactly she had done it. But she did it. She won. Twice--no, more like seven times, if one was to be accurate. She had defeated six men in a row-- and then again all at once for good measure. She was too tired to take any sort of bow or victory stance; she wasn't even sure if she deserved it. Sweat painted her body with a fine shiny finish. Her sports bra and boxers were fused to her form and would require at least two turns in the wash just to get the smell out of them. Her hair was wetted down to the point where it practically looked black and straight. She looked up at the gym's overhead lights and sighed. "You did it, kid!" Ralph beamed from the floor. With a warm, faint smile to her face, Laura turned to begin her exit from the ring. She was looking forward to nothing more than a nice, private shower in the locker room. Ironically, it would have been the first time she stepped foot in there the whole day. And that's when she saw Tina scrambling under the ropes and into the ring. "Fucking fat-ass bitch!" she screamed as she charged toward Laura. Laura couldn't help but feel annoyed at this point, least of which for the fact that she was pretty sure Tina had done and said the exact same thing just a week before--heck, she was sure she had also said that after Laura beat Tina's sister, Missy, two weeks ago. To say it was getting old fast would have been a gross understatement. To prove that point, just as Tina approached, Laura sharply backhanded her across the face. "Apph!" Tina sputtered, freezing in her tracks. Her arms dangled loosely at her sides. Laura gave her dazed face a quick once-over. Sure enough, nobody was home. So much for self-defense classes, Laura thought to herself. Grabbing the front of Tina's purple sweater, Laura yanked her closer to her. The force was so great that it untucked the bottom of the sweater from her jeans, opening up just enough to expose her navel. From the floor, Mikey thought it humorously looked like it was surprised at being out in the open, in that cute way only slender bellybuttons can look. Laura was considering the moment less jovially as she smacked Tina's left cheek and then the right, bitch-slapping her back and forth. The force Laura was giving increased ever so slightly each time. "Ahh!...Ohh!" Tina shrieked at each slap. She quickly became dizzy from the attack, with her arms wobbling in place and her eyes glazing over. She weakly slumped forward into Laura. In a final show of dominance, Laura grabbed the top of Tina's sweater and ripped it open down the middle, peeling it from her to reveal a modest black bra. Laura reached out for the front of it and easily yanked it off, once again exposing Tina's full 38C breasts. Tina could only moan in protest. She was in too much of a slap-happy daze to realize it then, but she would later express outrage and embarrassment at being stripped and beaten by the same woman in almost the exact same spot just seven days apart. If it had been any other day, under any other circumstances, Laura would have gladly taken the extra time to humiliate Tina even further. She was well aware of the significance of what she was doing. But she instead wanted to go home and be done with this, so she merely reached back and threw her right fist forward, socking Tina in the jaw. "Uhhh..." Tina grunted deeply as the side of her face exploded in pain. The force sent the lighter woman spinning around and falling backward, her dazed form landing onto the meaty pile of men that Laura had defeated just moments ago. Seven people now laid in a clump in the center of the ring, all due to one woman. And what a woman! She planted her left foot down onto Tina's topless, beaten back, looking like the alpha female in some "Mad Max"-like warrior tournament. The noise and celebration of the friends and fans around the ring increased tenfold. She knew it looked cheesy, but she didn't care. Nothing could possibly bother her at this moment. She was beaming, with happy tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She had done it. There she was: Miss Laura, Queen of the Ring. END...FOR NOW! (If you enjoyed this story and want to see more of Miss Laura in the future, please send feedback or even say hi to the address at the top. Laura will keep her friends updated on her latest goings-on.)