A Blond's Ambition
By Da Blond Bomber
Helga is back in action in an all out Battle Royale with 4 other wrestlers


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                    Enter the Knight Force




    The arena lights fluttered for a moment before going out completely.  
Arriving along with the darkness was a low drum beat, which pulsated through 
the crowd as it picked up in speed and volume, exploding in to "The Eye of 
the Tiger" even as the fans exploded in rabid cheers.  The light returned to 
the UWA colosseum, revealing the final two contestants in the night's up and 
coming Battle Royale.  One  was Kilimanjaro, a near 300-pound African giant. 
  He wore a black, metal mask, with a red vizor for his eyes, and a gray, 
padded chest protector with the words "Knight Force" scrawled across it in 
red lettering.  The man next to him was Tarus, the UWA's first black 
heavy-weight champion.  He was a fairly short man, and didn't look to be a 
pound over 190.  His overall appearance was fairly plain, his head was 
shaven, and he wore only hand wraps, gray gym pants, and wrestling boots.  
Together, they made up the most successful tag-team in UWA history. However, 
as Tarus approached the ring alongside his partner, his mind was filled with 
doubts, for tonight, one of his opponents in the free-for-all was a woman.
    In the weeks since Helga's destruction of the Light-Heavyweight 
champion, WildStar, the beautiful German had interfered in all of Tarus's 
matches, rushing into the ring with a chair, and annihilating not only 
Tarus, but his opponent, and referee as well.  Usually, the UWA would 
respond to such misconduct with a suspension, but Helga had become so 
popular in the short time she had been around that to suspend her would be 
financial suicide.  So the attacks continued, and Tarus realized reluctantly 
that woman or no woman, he would have to take Helga out.  So when he was 
asked to take part in a 5-way brawl, featuring WildStar, Uncle Slam, his 
partner, and Helga, his answer was  elementary.


                 THE BEAUTIFUL DESTROYER



    As usual, Helga strutted seductively around the ring before the bell 
sounded, swaying her hips side to side, waving to the crowd every now and 
then.  Tonight she wore nothing but a thin black thong, leaving her large, 
full breasts totally revealed, save for two black hand prints which covered 
her nipples.  Her long, golden blond hair splashed down onto her shoulders, 
over her sleek and defined upper back. Her arms were small and thin, but 
were so chiselled that they appeared to be almost statuesque.  Her legs were 
long, shapely, and muscular, they were legs that were both desired and 
feared by millions of men all over america. All five male contestants, 
including Tarus, struggled to take their eyes and minds of her and back to 
their fight  plans, but it was a vain effort, and as the bell sounded, all 
four were taken aback by the blond glamazon's sudden assault. First she hit 
WildStar in the chest with both feet, and, back flipping away from as he 
fell to the mat, her feet landed this time in Tarus's face, knocking the 
Champ to his knees.  Pressing off Tarus, she hit the mat hands first, 
launching into a series of back hand springs, finishing in the middle of the 
ring.
    "Your turn, big-boy,"  The blond German taunted at Kilimanjaro, as the 
black giant stood befuddled by the ease  with which his partner hand been 
handled.  Kilimanjaro growled, and swung and Helga's face.  Helga giggled as 
she blocked the wild attack with her fore arm, and, after gripping the man's 
huge wrist in her slender hand, she hit him in the groin with a snapping 
front kick.  As  the African fell to his hands and knees in pain, Helga 
stuck his head between her legs, applying a stand head scissor.  From 
beneath his mask, Kilimanjaro growled as Helga squeezed his head in her 
vice-like legs.  "What's your problem, buddy?  You oughta be grateful, there 
are  millions of guys that would die to get in between my legs."
    As her muscular opponent lay helpless in her grasp, Helga took the 
opportunity to play to the crowd, as she cupped her breast in either hand, 
and began to squeeze them together and fondle them.  As the crowd began 
chanting Helga's name, the Glamazon joked, "Ahh, you just love me for my 
muscles...or did I miss something?"  Taking her hands off her chest, she 
flexed her small but defined biceps for the crowd, and then, releasing her 
grip on Kilimanjaro's head, Helga wrapped her arms around his mid section, 
heaved back wards, in an attempt to power bomb the near 300 pounder.  At 
first he did budge, but then, the determined  woman heaved again, this time 
putting all of her back into it, and amazingly lifted the man of the mat.  
She looked as though she might fall over as she power bombed the African 
into the mat, and as he hit,  the sounded reverberated through out the 
entire UWA arena.
    For a second, Helga stumbled backwards, appearing dazed by the effort.  
But true to form, a second later the German Wild Cat had recovered, and 
stalked towards her unconscious opponent.  Bending over, and purposely 
exposing her exquisitely taut butt to the fans, she gripped the man's chest 
protector, and tore it off like it was paper.  "Come on, big boy, your 
wearing way to much to be any fun!  And your soooo muscular...."  Next up 
was his black mask, which Helga also wrenched off.  In another effort to 
please the fans, Helga tossed both  parts of the wrestler's outfit into the 
stands, where there was a skirmish between audience member's over who would 
get what they regarded as priceless souvenirs.  "This wouldn't be nearly as 
much fun with your mask on," the German noted, as she sat down on 
Kilimanjaro's face, and began to smother him.


                     The Final Count Down



    As soon as they had realized that Helga's kick had actually stunned 
Tarus, WildStar and UncleSlam jumped on their opportunity, both hungry to be 
known as the first to defeat the heralded champion.    It had seemed easy 
enough to begin with.  After double-clothes lining  the champ over the 
top-rope and out of the ring, the two took turns stomping and elbow-dropping 
the stunned KnightForce member.  Perhaps the hitch in their plan came when 
the crowd began to chant Helga's name, sending jolts of jealousy through 
WildStar.  Opting to take the play away from his former conqueror, WildStar 
lifted Tarus to his feet, and whipped him with all of his might into his 
momentary partner.  UncleSlam bent over, planning to back-body drop Tarus 
into the table, but just as the Champ reached him, he ducked lower, and 
slammed him to the ground in a double-leg takedown.  Just as they hit the 
floor, Tarus unloaded a flurry of punches to UncleSlam's head.  In  the 
seconds it took for WildStar to reach him, the Champ had already landed 
somewhere around twenty head shots.
    Desperately, WildStar grabbed for his enemy, but even as Tarus continued 
to pummel the prone  WildStar, he kicked backwards with one foot, knocking 
the former light-heavyweight champ back on his heels.  He rolled of off the 
now prone and unconscious UncleSlam, and as soon as he got to his feet, 
leapt at WildStar before he could recover from his kick.  Tarus fought with 
a sort of building desperation, as though he needed to be on the attack 
every second in order to survive.  WildStar, afraid of the prospect of being 
defeated twice in a row, fought valiantly, but was simply outclassed.  Every 
move Tarus executed seemed woven together, as though they were all part of 
one destructive but smooth motion.  The end came after a series of bridging 
suplexes, the last of which was followed by a double-underhook ddt.
    Possessed by a berserker fury, Tarus stormed the ring, only to be 
grabbed by the ankle and yanked down by a slender but powerful hand.  
Standing in front of him was a tall, dark-skinned woman, not black, but 
perhaps East Indian, with long, straight hair that fell down to her 
buttocks.  She had the same feminine sleekness of Helga, but looked much 
more powerful.  Usually Tarus would've reacted to such an action by 
immediately attacking, but something about the woman held him back.  Maybe 
it was her beauty, or perhaps it was the aura of authority that she exuded 
from her person.  "Listen, male,"  She stated the word as if it meant 
something more like underling, or slave.  "Any other time, and I would love 
to fight you, and put you in your place, but this time I am in need of your 
help."  Tarus felt the urge to speak, but again, something held him back, 
almost as though deep down he felt it was not his place to interrupt her.  
"My sister, Helga, has injected into herself a very powerful steroid, one 
that could kill her if given time."  The woman paused, and stared at Tarus 
accusingly.


                      HELGA'S STORY



    "So great was her desire to conquer your 'UWA' wrestling, that she 
refused to wait till her body and strength matured.  Given the time, all of 
our sisters eventually become capable of defeating any man.  But she was 
impatient, and took a short cut, perhaps taking a lesson from your kind."  
Once again, the urge came to Tarus to speak up to this arrogant female, but 
her very presence somehow belittled out of it.  "The steroid injection 
heightened her natural strength and physical prowess to a superhuman level, 
even by our standards. However, it is slowly killing her.  If she isn't 
cured soon, she shall die.  There is a great love shared between all of us 
sisters, and if anything should happen to one so young and full of potential 
as Helga, it would come as a savage blow to all of us."  Despite his 
aggressive nature, Tarus was an intelligent man.  And yet,  his mind 
struggled to stay focused on what she was saying.  His eyes were constantly 
transfixed on her strong yet feminine body that was covered only by a 
sleeveless undershirt, and tight jeans that looked as  though they would 
burst at the seems if she ever decided to flex her muscles.  When she tossed 
him the needle injector, he almost didn't catch it.  "Here is the cure.  Now 
go, Tarus."  She added, "I will be watching you."  To the Valkyrie's 
surprise, Tarus responded confidently this time.  "I know."
    For about a whole ten minutes, Kilimanjaro, the once-proud African 
warrior, had been subjected to humiliation after humiliation from Helga.  
When Tarus reached the arena, the German Glamazon's bare foot was stuck 
almost half way down his partner's mouth, the defeated wrestler gripping the 
woman's ankle with both hands, still attempting vainly to end his 
humiliation.  "Sorry, lover, but the only way my foot is leaving your mouth 
is when you agree to suck it."  Tarus noticed that the referee lay sprawled 
out on the match, his nose bleeding heavily, most likely from one of leggy 
blondes' kicks.  Tarus breathed in deeply, realizing that he would have to 
take out a woman who might be stronger than anyone he had ever faced before, 
and without hurting her.  In the back ground, he could hear the crowd 
chanting as the UWA's two most popular wrestler finally squared off.      
>From across the ring, Helga flew at the Champion, in a lethal aerial kick.  
But experience paid off, as Tarus fell back half way in to a back bend, and 
Helga went sailing over him harmlessly.  Popping back into standing 
position, Tarus was attacked by a barrage of kicks.  Although he dodged and 
weaved away, avoiding any physical harm, the cure was knocked from his hand 
in the flurry, and went skidding to the  edge of the ring.  "Hi-Yah!"  The 
busty woman shouted, as she attacked and missed again, this time with a 
powerful hand-chop. Tarus was grudgingly impressed, as he heard the strike 
pop the air as it whizzed over his head.
     Helga leapt in the air, and locked her legs around the man's arm while 
he was still in mid-swing, while gripping his forearm with both hands.  They 
fell to the ground, with the male locked in what is called a modified 
arm-bar in submission-fighting.  The UWA heavyweight champion screamed in 
agony as Helga arched her crotch upwards, into his elbows, hyper-extending 
his muscular arm to the point of breaking.  Time seemed to almost slow  
down, as Tarus's scream of agony slowly revealed itself to be in actuality a 
battle cry, as the world's first black heavyweight wrestling champ attempted 
to break the hold.  Tarus felt his bicept peak out, and burn as it had never 
done before, as he slowly, but inevitably curled his arm up, defying logic 
as he broke free of the arm bar.  Releasing her grip on Tarus, Helga kipped 
up to her feet.  "You broke one hold, but your tank's already empty, 
big-boy.  And I am nothing near satisfied."  With that the ruby-red lipped 
assassin grabbed Tarus's exhausted right arm, and wrenched him to the 
canvas.  A jolt of pain shot through Tarus, momentarily disorienting him, so 
that the next thing he knew, Helga had already wrapped her legs around his 
neck, in a figure-four choke out.  For the  first time in her short 
wrestling career, Helga was shocked, as she felt her leg's slip off of her 
enemy's neck, as the man went into a wrestler's bridge.  She was easy prey, 
then, for the 1-2 combination that knocked her unconcious.  Tarus was 
scanning the ring for the cure, when the stadium lights went out for the 
second time that night.


                      Epilogue



    When Tarus discovered the extent of the beating that Kilimanjaro 
underwent, he immediately instructed the ringside crew to call for an 
ambulance.  Although for the time being the young warrior's thoughts were 
primarily focused on the well-fare of his friend, there was a part of his 
mind that was still focused on the stranger he had met that night,  and 
would be for sometime to come.  When the officials questioned what had 
happened to Helga, who was missing when the lights returned, her manager, a 
small German man, answered honestly that he had no idea.  The UWA didn't buy 
  it, and for weeks the powerful company focused their resources on finding 
the woman who had become their most popular wrestler ever in the few short 
weeks that she had been active.  The search came up short, and the UWA was 
left with the depressing conclusion that Helga had either disappeared for 
good, or was impossible to find.  The latter one was at least half right.  
Where she was, it was impossible for any MAN to find her.......