The Saga of the Germanic Valkyrie
by the blonde bomber
compiled by barbara lorenz, girlgladiator@hotmail.com


    For weeks, the UWA (Unified Wrestling Association) had been
desperate to find someone who could beat the current Light Heavyweight
Champion, WildStar.  He was so plain and uninteresting that the crowd
actually booed him every time he came out for a match.  He refused to
wear a costume, and simply fought in boxer shorts and boots each time,
with a white ski-mask being his most interesting attribute.  But in
spite of his lack of character, the man was good.  Week after week, he
beat everyone who stood in front of him.  So when a German promoter
stated on national television that he had a wrestler who could dispose
of WildStar, the UWA figured that they had nothing to lose by granting
this mystery opponent a title shot.  Even a foreign champion would be
better than WildStar.  And there was even a chance that the crowd might
get behind him, after all, he WAS representing his country in this match.
   The following week before the match, anti-German propaganda exploded
all over the wrestling world, and for the first time, America  actually
seemed to be on WildStar's side.  Interviews, talk shows, for that week,
WildStar was the hero that had always dreamed of being.   And for the
first time, the Light Heavyweight champ felt as though he belonged.
   The night of the match, the crowd was filled a patriotic spirit,
waving both American flags, and posters of the Champ.  He came out to a
huge pop, and as walked down the aisle, he seemed to be inspired and
determined to justify the faith that his fans had bestowed upon him.  "I
won't let 'em down!"  He thought to himself, as he entered the ring.
"And, now...presenting...Helga, the German Glamazon!!!"  The crowd was
stunned, and immediately a hush came over them.  Down the aisle strutted a 
very beautiful but also very muscular woman.  Her golden blond hair hung 
down in in pony tail, and her full red lips were frowning
distainfully.  She wore a tight red spandex sports bra and matching spandex 
shorts.  Her arms were sleek and defined, but not large, while
her legs were at once shapely and muscular, and pugnacious breasts
filled up and stretched her red bra to it's limit.  She looked to be 130 at 
most, which was 45 pounds below the light heavyweight minimum.  When
she reached the ring, she nimbly leapt over the top rope, and raised her
hands arrogantly.  "You, you stupid and useless American male, you think
you can beat me?"  WildStar, whose jaw had totally dropped when he saw
he had to face a woman, stood silent and shocked, as though his
predicament had not yet fully registered.  The referee called for the
match, and helga immediately rushed her male adversary.    Although
befuddled, WildStar managed to evade Helga's opening attack, ducking
away from the German's swinging arms.  "Alright woman, you want a fight,
you got one!"  Helga responded by spitting right in WildStar's face!
WildStar choked back his anger, and began to circle Helga.  Helga simply
stood in the middle of the ring, legs spread apart, her hands on her
hips.  Suddenly, she lashed out, punching the champ right in the jaw,
while her other hand remained on her hip.  Startled by the force of her
blow, WildStar reeled backwards.  Moving like lightning, Helga grabbed
the champ's wrist, while with her other hand she struck him the face
again.  Wam, Wam, Wam!  Three, four, five blows she landed on the champ.
"I am going to pound your face till I have wrecked that STUPID mask of
yours, American!"  Taken aback by the woman's aggression, WildStar
couldn't respond to her attack.  Helga then gripped her man's  captive
wrist with both hands, and whipped him into the ropes.  WildStar bounced
off the ropes, straight into a drop kick by Helga. Hitting the ground
hard, the male competitor struggled back to his feet, only to be knocked
down once more by a close line from his female opponent.  This time, he
stayed down.
   Surveying her grounded enemy, Helga ran one hand along her tanned
thighs, while the other caressed her rear.  "Come on, get up!  This
nothing compared to how you'll feel when I am through with you."  The
crowd was chanting..."USA....USA!"  And WildStar, restored by the fans,
leapt angrily to his feet.  Unfortunately, by that time, the German wild
cat had already climbed the turn buckle.  Even as the champ cleared his
head, the blond was flying at him from the top rope.  Her body slammed
into his, as she hit him chest to chest in a cross body block.  They hit
the mat, and both the champ's shoulder's were down.  The ref began the
first count of the night.  "1....2..."  At the last second, WildStar
managed to power out.  But as he slowly stood, Helga leapt to her feet,
eager to destroy the man.
    However, she was over anxious, and this time the larger man was able
to trap her in a powerful bear hug.  The crowd went wild for WildStar's
success, as he lifted her off the ground.  But the German grappleress
wriggled relentlessly, and her superior endurance paid off , as
WildStar's arms tired, and his grip relaxed.  "Suck on these, loser!"
Helga shouted, as wriggled her arms free, and cupped her large, spandex
covered breasts right into the champs face.  "Mmmmph..."  Was all that
he could reply, his voice totally muffled.  Shocked, aroused, and
deprived of breath, the champion stumbled backwards.  The spandex
pressed against his face, and the pillow-soft tifts encompassed his
face, totally depriving him of air.  Finally, WildStar released his
grip.  Helga bounced up and down on the mat, ensensed at the champion,
and at the same time sure that victory was now within her reach.  "Hi-
Yah!"  The hell-cat screamed in a shrill voice, as she chopped the sides
of the American's neck with both hands.  WildStar looked on dazed and
helpless, as his blond tormenter grabbed him by his mask, and pulled his
head downward to meet her oncoming knee.  As he had done many times that
night, WildStar fell to  his back.  He was only semi-concious as Helga
wrapped her powerful and shapely legs around his head, squeezing it like
a melon.  "In Germany, they tell me you never have no girls....they no
come near you, champ!  They say, it because you loser, and you ugly
under that mask."  Her words rang true, never in his life had WildStar
had any kind of close contact with a girl.  They always spurned him.
When he became the Champion, he thought that it would change.  "Well,
stupid, now you have a girl!  And I am to much for you to handle!"
    As she taunted him, she squeezed tighter, and tighter, till he felt
as though  he would pass out from the pressure.  Helga grabbed his white
mask, and digging in with her nails, turned him around, so that he was
facing the sexy, ravenous blonde's crotch.  Helga lay on her back,
playing with her golden hair, and began to moan erotically.  "You're
PATHETIC!  You want me sooo bad, don't you?  But I am just out of you're
reach."  As she lay there, scantily dressed, voluptious,  toned, and
beautiful, she held WildStar's held firmly between her legs, right above
her knees, and just out reach of the ecstacy of her contact.  "Now, in
front of all these cameras, I want you to submit to  me worm!  Submit!"
A jolt of fear went through the champ's brain, as  he realized that he
had no choice.  Either be totally destroyed, or submit.  "I...I..."
Imperiously, Helga tightened her grip, and propping herself up on one
arm, slapped her captive male's face, first  with the front of her hand,
and then with a back hand.  "Out with it!  Out with it now, or I shall
mash you in to putty!"  Still, the champ refused to submit.  Helga
growled, and squeezed as hard she could, till sweat began to role down
her forehead from the effort she was putting in.  "I...I quiiii..."
Angrily, Helga realized that she had knocked out WildStar before he
could submit.  "You."  The sex pot pointed her slender finger at the
referee.  "Do NOT call for the bell until I say!"
   As WildStar lay prone and helpless, Helga stepped onto his chest with
both feet, and trampled his chest like a posessed dancer.  Finally,
WildStar stirred, from the great pain.  "Now, weakling, you will do what
I asked."  With that, she placed her barefoot on the battered wrestler's
throat, and pushed down just hard enough to hurt him.  Submit or I will
crush your throat!"  WildStar looked in fear.  His career could never,
never recover from this.  And all he wanted was to be a hero.  "Do it
now!"  Helga pushed down a bit, to prove her  point.  "I SUBMIT!  I
SUBMIT!"  WildStar screamed so loud that the arena almost quaked from
the sound waves.  Giddy as a school girl, Helga lept up and down
joyously as the ref called for the bell.
  And the crowd, which was at first against her, was now crying her
name.  But, it was not over yet.  Helga turned her back on America's
former champion, and tore off her bra, on national television!  The
crowd went into overdrive, screaming their lungs out.  Her breasts
flopped out, and her nipples here thrust out, as she was totally aroused
by her victory.  "Not done yet!"  As WildStar began to crawl out of the
ring, Helga rushed towards him, and kicked him in the ribs!  WildStar
was once again unconcious, and Helga then stuffed the Spandex bra into
the former champ's mouth.  She then turned away, distained at the male
who she considered totally repulsive.  It was as though she was
discarding a piece of trash.  The crowd seemed to agree with her, as
they totally ignored the beaten male, and seemed to totally focus on the
exquisite and spunky girl champion.  As she strutted from the ring, she
snatched the mike from the announcer.  "Now, one lucky guy...will be
kissed by me!  One of you Americans!"  The crowd exploded out of
control.  And the future looked bright for this attractive and
aggressive lady wrestler.
                   Part 2

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, right 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.  Just as Tarus believed that his arm was about to break, 
his blonde tormentor released the hold.  "Sorry, big-boy...but just because 
your tank is empty doesn't mean that I am going to let you off without fully 
satisfying me."  Helping her opponent to his feet, Helga then grabbed his 
wrist and whipped him full force into the ropes.  Tarus couldn't stop his 
momentum, and fell into the ropes, bounced off, and fell right into a drop 
kick to the chest.  He hit the mat hard, and lay prone, too dazed to get to 
his feet.  Delighted at the once great champion's helpless situation, Helga 
took full advantage, landing 12 straight elbow drops on her black nemesis.  
After the 12, Helga stepped back for a second, to see if her opponent was 
still concious or not.  He simply remained on his back, his eyes glazed.  
Sensing it was time for the kill, the petite and luscious blonde grappler 
slapped a head scissors around Tarus's neck.  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.  Instead of going on 
the attack, Tarus was
scanning the ring for the cure, when the stadium lights went out for the
second time that night.  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.......
Part 3
When Malika spoke, their was an undercurrent of anger and contempt in
the East-Indian woman's voice, betraying her emotionless expression.  "Your
actions have not only brought disgrace upon your head, but upon those of ALL
your sisters.  You sought to take the easy road to power, and it almost cost
you your life.  I saved you, but you must find your way alone."  She turned
her back to Helga, and her smooth brown skin and black hair caressed the
shadows before melding with them.  Helga struggled to stand, but she was
still weak from the shock of having the super-steroid removed from her body.
  After a short struggle against with gravity, the blond grappler fell back
to the ground, unconscious in the darkness.
    It was a loud banging at the door that awakened her  a few hours later.
Helga  yawned, and rolled over to her back.  "Hello?  Malika?  Are you
there?"  A squeaky and afraid voice questioned.  It was a  man's voice.
"Look, you don't have to hit me again.  All I want from you is the rent.  I
know....." He continued to talk, but Helga lost interest.  What she was
concerned about right was the state of her body after having the steroid
removed from her blood stream.  She raised one of her legs, and flexed it's
muscles.  While she appeared to be just as powerful as ever, she didn't feel
that extra charge running through her any more.  It seemed that for better
or worse, she was back to the way she was before she was injected with the
formula.
    This revelation made Helga a little nervous. All her big wins against
men had been AFTER the formula.  What if she didn't have what it took
without it?  Suddenly, the glamazon felt vulnerable.  Did this  mean that
she had to live the rest of her life as a submissive little  girl, forever
having to put up with the advances of sexually hungry males?  She lay on the
floor, lost in her thoughts, and totally  oblivious to the turning of a key
in the apartment's door.
    Peering in cautiously, Eric fumbled around for a light switch.  The last
time he had asked for rent money from Malika, the dark-haired  beauty had
knocked him to the ground, and threatened to break every bone in his body
should he bother her again.  He believed she meant it, and so for a time he
left her alone.  But money had grown tight, and so, Eric gathered up what
courage he had, and set out to get collect his rent, fully prepared to bolt
should she loose her temper again.  But what Eric saw when he turned on the
lights made him forget  all about Malika and the rent money.
    A beautiful blond lay stretching on the floor, totally naked save for a
thin black thong.  She was almost unbelievable, beautiful, golden hair fell
about an incredibly voluptuous shape, with  incredibly large and round
breasts, and long, shapely legs.  And yet, the curvacious and incredibly
busty girl was also toned and defined at every corner.  And her legs seemed
to exploded a sort of sinewy power.  Eric gasped as he felt himself climax
in his pants.  The little bald man stood totally transfixed at the epitome
of female sexuality that was only a few feet from him.  Slowly, the woman
got to her feet.  Eric began to breath rapidly as she sauntered towards him,
swaying her  hips as she walked.  "Time to play, little man..."  She
breathed from full, ruby red lips.  Something inside Eric snapped, and,
overcome by desire, the short, pudgy man ran towards the woman, his arms
outstretched.  His run was cut short as a slender, dainty foot smashed into
his manhood, squashing like like bug.  Eric gripped his balls protectively,
and felt his nose break from a solid and powerful punch.  He pitched
forward, but the blonde tormentress held him up, and wrapped her slim arms
around him in a suprisingly powerful headlock.  Squished between her thin
but powerful arm and a large, round tit, part of Eric's mind feared for his
life, while the other part felt a strong instinct to give into the ravenous
blond.  He was so much weaker that didn't really matter what he felt or did.
  He was her unwilling slave until she tired of him.
   Just when she was she sure that he was almost to the point of fainting,
Helga dropped the man face first to the ground.  She felt her confidence
build when the man didn't get up.  To think that I was ever afraid of stupid
beasts like this, the German Glamazon thought to  herself, as she rolled the
man over to his back with her foot.  Kicking the man in the face, just to
make sure he was awake, Helga took a running start, and belly-flopped onto
his mid-section, once again depriving her plaything of his air.  She then
stretched her beautiful body across his, and cupping one breast in each
hand, thrust  them into his face.  How ironic it is, the busty blonde
thought, that I am probably giving this pitiful creature not only the
greatest sexual experience of his life, but also his most painful and
humiliating.  The sex pot laughed giddily as Eric's face contorted and
turned red from the onslaught of her breasts.  "So tell me, ugly, if I am
hurting you so much, why is your little man sticking out like a metal pole?
Hmm?"  Eric tried to say something, but the dominating females large breasts
muffled whatever it was.
    Enough play time, now to destroy him, thought the German wild cat.
Bracing her hand on Eric's face to help her self up, Helga took one step
backwards from her prone boy toy, and then kicked him in the head with all
the power that her muscular legs could dish out.  Sweat flew from Eric's
head as she connected, with her heel, snapping the man's head back with a
sickening crack.  Helga raised her foot again, and this time stomped
downwards on the back man's head, driving it into the ground with a loud
thud, resuming the blood flow from his nose, and also bloodying his lips.
Anyone aquainted with Helga would know that anyone kick from her gorgeous
but deadly legs could kill a man, but the spirited blond refused to let up
on the downed male, and launched kick after kick on him for what seemed an
eternity, moaning with pleasure as the hapless land lord grew bloodier and
bloodier.      Finally, the voluptious  vixen's feet began to sore, and Eric
seemed to have stopped breathing.  "Now, worm, either kiss my feet, or I
shall kick you to death!"  There was no response from Eric, who lay in a
bloodheap face down on the floor.  Angered by this display, Helga  cocked
her leg back, and hit the man's face with more power any of her other kicks.
  Such was it's force that it knocked Eric over to his  back.  "Now, worm,
submit to my feet!  I command you!"  Slowly, and painfully, Eric raised his
head, and kissed the palm of the Glamazon's foot as passionately as he could
with his bloody lips, and then fell back down.  Helga brought her heel down
on his face, breaking the front row of of the man's teeth.  "You buffoon,
you got blood on my feet!"  Helga roared.  Helga's angry frown relaxed into
a girlish smile, and a laugh of joy came from the beauties mouth.  She had
done it.  She had destroyed a man, and without the formula.  As she walked
out of the apartment, into the heat and the sunlight, she shouted out both
defiantly and joyfully at the sky:  "Watch out world!  HELGA IS BACK!"

Part 4

"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."