Busty, Blonde, and Beautiful By Da Blond Bomber Helga battles a male wrestler, the #1 contender to the heavyweight belt E-Mail me at speedbull_tarus@hotmail.com "Look, little man, I was the best thing that ever happened to you! If you think that you can have a career without me, you're a FOOL!" Helga leaned forward, getting right in her former manager's face, causing the little man to step back. When he was out of striking distance, he retorted. "You WERE great, Helga! Great until you disappeared like coward! You coulda been the first woman to be heavyweight champ, but instead you're nothing but another bum! You disgrace Germany!" The voluptuous woman narrowed her eye at in anger, and her former manager took another step backwards. As nervous as the conversation was making him, the little man couldn't help but gawk a bit at the way his protege's chest pressed against the buttoned up leather jacket she was wearing. Tearing his eye's away from her body, the German exclaimed, "Look you! In the weeks you been gone, I got another, wrestler, more better than you! He's #1 contender for Heavyweight Championship!!" At this a snarl came from Helga's lips, and she ran at the man in fit of female rage. The man's eyes widened with fear, as he realized he had pushed the Wild Cat too far this time. He fell to into a turtle like position on the crowd, and gritted his teeth for the coming onslaught. He waited, but nothing happened. He cautiously opened one eyes, and peered between his arms. It was a miracle! He saw his wrestler, the Barn Burner, standing in the gym's entrance, staring across at Helga. "Awright, honey-bunch, yah done gone far 'nough. You best move your pretty ass else ahm afraid I'll have to drop yah the eviction notice." Helga's full, red lips curled into a smile, as she eyed the new arrival cooly. Without taking her stare away from him, Helga slowly removed her jeans and jacket, revealing a leopard-design lycra leotard, which accentuated her large tits and perfect legs. Lastly, she let her golden-blonde hair down, and shook it about as she laughed in a shrill, feminine voice. "It seems as though I am going to be forced to teach the both of you a lesson in how to treat a lady." She turned her back to the wrestler, and squeezed her firm, pert butt cheeks, then ran her hands down to her toned, shapely thighs. "Are you a butt man, or a leg man? Or should I destroy you with both?" She asked playfully. "What game are you playin', girl?" The Barn Burner questioned, annoyedly. "A wrestling match, dummy. If I win, you guys give me the gym and all the equipment, and agree to never wrestle again." The manager looked up from his fetal position, "No!!! You crazy woman! This is my life!" Helga ignored him, and continued, "And you win," At this thought, the lovely young woman had to fight to hold back a chuckle, "You two can have a taste of the most sought after body in America, namely mine." The Barn Burner's mouth dropped, and his manager screamed, still in his shell, "We'll do it! We'll do it!" Helga stepped daintly inside the ring, and bounced around on her toes, reaquainting herself with the squared-circle. She looked down to see her opponent walking quickly towards the locker room. "No need, I don't want to see your over-muscled hunch-back body anyways. Just fight me in your shirt and jeans. It'll be much more bearable for me that way." The barn-burner snarled, and rolled under the ropes and into the ring. He was a a well muscled man, with dark black hair in a crew cut. He looked to be about 280 pounds, over twice Helga's weight. He turned his back to Helga, to lean against the ropes for a second, and as he turned around, he found himself eating a powerful clothesline from one of Helga's slim but strong arms. Barn Burner rolled to his feet, more suprised at the knock down than actually hurt. Helga was circling the ring, her full lips curved in a arrogant smile. Barn Burner moved in to tie up with the woman, figuring that his superior strength could over power his smaller opponent. Helga met him head on, locking her slender hands with his. "This'll be easy sailing from here," thought the American wrestler confidently, as he pressed down on his female opponent with all his might. To his shock, he was unable to budge the lithe blonde, who meerly giggled at his efforts. A growl escaped the Barn Burner's throat, as he closed his eye's and pushed down with all his might on the former-champion. Helga waited until she felt that the male was exerting all his strength into his hold, and then posted her left foot at the Burner's groin, keeping it there as she rolled onto her back, monkey-flipping the big man through the air. Even as the Barn Burner crashed to the mat, Helga lept to her feet, and placed her hands on her shapely, lycra covered hips. She turned her head, looking straight into her manager's eyes. "This, is what you invested in! And you could have had this." Helga gestured to her two, huge, round tits. The small German looked away, embarassed at the mistake he had made. "Big mistake, bitch, takin' your eyes off ah me!" With that, the behemoth charged Helga, but was stopped dead in his tracks by a quick, snapping right hand, which bloodied his nose. Putting his hand to his nose, Barn Burner felt his warm blood. "BITCH!" The Barn Burner screamed, as he lunged at Helga again, totally disregarding strategy. Helga side stepped his attack, moving only just enough to avoid him. Totally enraged by Helga's arrogance, Barn Burner continued to blindly move forward, and was met with a stinging slap to the cheek. The bloodied brute began to growl, but was silenced by another slap, and then another. Helga stood straight up, in no sort of stance, her pert butt sticking out, a look of distain on the germanic beauty's face. Barn Burner, carried by his rage, continued to move forward, only to meet slap after slap from Helga. The slaps were not actually powerful enough to truly hurt the Barn Burner, but it seemed as though with each slap, Helga was asserting her authority over him. Eventually, Barn Burner began to stop looking at Helga at all, but looked at the ground. Gradually, he stopped moving forward, and fell to his knees, his head bowed, and his lip and nose bleeding. The tall, voluptuous German stood over him imperiously. "Get up, weakling! If you lose,your career is over, and if you win, you get me." Helga paused, and then in one quick action, gripped her leotard, and tore it off, revealing her exquisite body, glistening in sweat, and her round breasts, with hard, erect nipples. In one last effort, the Barn Burner stood up, and charged Helga, this time, wrapping his huge arms about her. It seemed almost to happen in slow motion to Helga's manager. His wrestler grabbed the nude woman, pressing against her chest to chest. Helga's ruby-red lips smiled as they embraced, while Barn Burner's expression was one of shock and pleasure. It was like he had been overwhelmed by an incredible ecstacy, one that was too much for the human mind. Then, the German grappler lifted him off his feet, and body slammed him to the mat, so hard that the impact sounded like a thunder clap. As they landed chest to chest, Helga climbed up on his body, and smothered the man's face with her pillowy soft breath. "I think that you are both a leg man and a breast man. So after you pass out, I am gonna squeeze the life out of you." The Valkyrie paused, and then added, "You were a good slave."