Chapter 2, When The Going Gets Tough By Elliebi@aol.com This is the second chapter of an eight-chapter story about Kommando Karla Riker, a professional wrestler, and her friends and opponents. I started with the second chapter so don't look for chapter one. Please send any comments. Karla and Tonya continued wrestling under the management of Flo Barker. Most were against other youngsters and a few were older veterans just to give them a real workout. They wrestled about four nights a week around the South Atlantic states and did very well against most with a few giving them a hard time and only one or two beating them. Despite their success boredom was setting in and they often talked about going out on their own. One night after a grueling tag-team match that they won in the 29th minute, a slender, muscular woman walked into their dressing room. "Hey, no one's allowed in here," barked Tonya. But the woman stood her ground and ignored the challenge. 'My name is Rachel Katz and I manage athletes, mostly wrestlers," the woman said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I'll take you to the championships we both know you're capable of, but if you're more concerned about dressing room propriety I'll leave." "Hey, wait, come on in and sit," Tonya said in a warmer tone. "I'm sorry, we just don't want visitors after a match." "Thank you, I won't be long," Rachel said as she sat at the table and pulled out a folder. "I've worked out a plan to get you both titles within a year. That's two singles titles and a tag-team title thrown in for the hell of it." "Oh sure and Karla will trade her bridge in New York for that folder," Tonya said with a laugh. "Look, you two don't know me so I'll explain myself," Rachel said. "I don't waste time with dolts. If you aren't interested after hearing me, I'll leave. I can make someone else a champion. I see something in you two that says champions. I take only the 15% as the manager/agent. You can check with several others that I manage, such as Amy Dolan, The Killer Lovebirds in the U.S. and Europe, and Hans Kleiner. I also manage a few football and baseball players for big money, but wrestlers are the most fun." "WOW! Two champions and a former champion," Karla said in amazement. "What do we do to go along with you? We're in a deal with Flo Barker because of her training school. "No sweat, I'll take care of her," Rachel said confidently. We hate each other, but she knows I'll beat the shit out of her if she crosses me." She looked at both wrestlers who were stunned by her comments. "Ask her. I've done it before in front of her class and I'll do it again. Okay, now that I have your undivided attention let's get started. First, you're both moving to Arlington, VA and into the Middle Atlantic Wrestling Federation. I don't have any wrestlers there and you two are the best around to break into that fed. You both start next Saturday at the Baltimore Coliseum. Tonya, you're facing Mean Millie Berg, the former champion. She's around 45 and not as agile as before. But be careful, she'll tear your head off. Karla, you're going against a cute cheerleader named Susie Q. She's a good solid wrestler who usually starts out clean but will become nasty if necessary. She's been a bridesmaid for a few years, but never a champion. Don't worry, just work hard, concentrate and you'll both be okay. You've got six days to get up there and be ready. Any questions?" "Yeah, where do we live and wrestle," asked Karla. "You've got us 700 miles from our home." "Take my card," said Rachel as she handed Tonya a business card. "On the back is the address and phone number of the Madison Apartments on Wilson Blvd. in Arlington, VA. I've got a two-bedroom apartment waiting for your signatures. You're territory is from New York to the Carolinas and out to Tennessee and Kentucky. You'll wrestle about three or four times a week in the first six months, then we'll reduce it to around two or three as you become more famous and in demand. You'll need the exposure and money in the beginning. I also have an investment plan for you so you won't go belly up at retirement. Your gym is around the corner on Clarendon Rd. in Arlington. It's a great place and very friendly. Now get dressed, we're going to dinner." That night the girls packed their belongings and the next morning headed to their new home. They arrived late that day and quickly moved in. Rachel had set everything up for them so all they had to do was sign the lease and choose rooms. After unpacking they walked to the gym for a quick workout and ended up staying over two hours talking with the people there. The six days went by fast as they worked hard and concentrated on their matches and health. On Saturday around 3 PM, they drove up to Baltimore, parked at the Coliseum and walked around the town. When they returned to the Coliseum they decided to share a dressing room as before. It was good luck and they really did want to be together. They slowly got ready and discussed their opponents. At 7:15 Rachel walked in. "Well, how are we doing tonight," asked an excited Rachel. I know you're all moved in and working out so you should be ready for tonight. Make you're MAWF debuts real ass kickers." Tonya's match was second on the card against Mean Millie Berg. The older wrestler was upset at nearing the end of her career and always took it out on opponents, especially young, inexperienced ones. She had been a champion several times and wanted her opponents to know she still had it and could dish it out. The match was set for 20 minutes and went almost 14 before Tonya finally put her away. Both women pounded each other with Millie attacking Tonya's breasts despite warnings from the ref. She hurt Tonya's breasts with savage beatings with her fists, but Tonya managed to hang on and after 12 minutes had Millie gasping for air with a rib-bruising bearhug. Tonya carried the former champion into a corner and slowly beat her with left-right combinations and knees to her body and crotch. She finished her by running Millie's back into a turnbuckle while holding her up in a bearhug. Tonya repeated this twice more until she had Millie slumping against Tonya's body, barely hanging on. Millie's arms hung limp at her sides as Tonya had her way with more chops to the throat and finally a backbreaker. Millie submitted within 30 seconds of being lifted onto Tonya's shoulders. Her screams were heard throughout the arena. Tonya dropped her and stood over her with both arms raised in victory. Karla hugged her and they both laughed at the prone figure of Millie barely moving. Rachel met them at the steps and the three walked back to the dressing room together. "Okay Karla, you're on and really give it to her. Remember to concentrate always." After about 15 minutes, Karla walked down to the ring with Tonya behind her as the second. She growled at the fans who responded with boos and thrown cups. One kid wanted a high five, but Karla sneered t him and he ran away. That brought more boos which they both liked. Karla and Tonya were delighted with this animated crowd. They stepped into the ring and stared at Susie Q and her second, Mariko. "This next match is one fall with a 20 minute time limit. In the red corner, from Albany, NY, accompanied by her second, Tonya Washington, at 166 lbs., here's Kommando Karla Riker." She barely waved to the people who booed loudly and just stood staring at Susie Q. Karla wore her camouflage briefs and crop top with short wrestling boots. Her sweaty body glistened in the glaring lights as she slowly stretched and kept staring straight at Susie. Her short blond hair was combed back and her tanned face and body looked absolutely beautiful. "In the blue corner, from Orlando, FL accompanied by her second, Mariko, at 159 lbs., here's everyone's favorite cheerleader, Susie Q." The fans all cheered and whistled at her as she waved and jumped up several times, shaking her breasts. She wore a high-cut pink leotard with no cups for her breasts and her wholesome look was too much for Karla who wanted to wipe that silly schoolgirl grin off her lovely face. Susie's long blond hair was shoulder length and matched her tan body perfectly. "The referee is our own Sheri McLeod." The ref called them together for last-minute instructions. Susie kept smiling and moving around while Karla kept glaring at her. As they parted, Karla faked jumping at Susie who quickly ducked and assumed a low fighting position. Karla got what she wanted. This woman did know how to fight. At the bell Karla charged out to attack Susie near her corner. But Susie saw her and nailed Karla with a vicious spinkick to the temple, dropping Karla into the ropes. Susie quickly grabbed an arm and threw Karla across the ring against the ropes. As Karla bounced off Susie launched a dropkick into Karla's chest. The big girl went down and rolled under the ropes to the floor. She stood down there shaking her head and angry about her sloppiness. This shit should never happen, she thought. Karla climbed back in and drove a shoulder into Susie's belly as the taller girl reached for Karla's hair. Susie fell back giving Karla the opening she wanted. Karla grabbed a handful of hair and tossed Susie around the ring. Sheri kept warning her, but Karla was determined to avenge the early embarrassment. She pulled Susie up by her left arm and twisted it up behind her back, then pulled her hair and drove her into the mat. Karla kept the pressure on the arm while pulling back on Susie's chin. Sheri asked Susie if she wanted to quit, but she shook her head. Karla kept pulling back on her chin and Susie kept shaking her head at submission. Finally in exasperation, Karla grabbed her hair and rammed Susie's face into the mat. As she stood, Karla kicked Susie's ribs and backed away. The ref warned her about the roughness, but Karla ignored her and went back to work. Susie was on her feet, but a bit groggy. She was unaware of Karla and didn't see the double axhandle into her back. Susie cried out in pain and fell against the ropes. Karla quickly grabbed the hurt arm and twisted it into an armbar. She pulled back on the arm and placed a knee into the shoulder as she pulled back. Susie was hurt but tried to fight back. She put up a valiant effort but finally fell forward onto her chest. Karla hung on and kept the pressure on the arm and shoulder. She did a handstand on the arm and brought both knees down into the shoulder and upper arm, trying to deaden them and further weaken her hurt opponent. Susie kicked her feet as the horrible pain shot through her left side. Karla looked at Sheri who was more concerned with Susie's friend, Mariko. When she turned to tell Mariko to stay out, Karla grabbed Susie's throat and choked her. As Sheri turned back, Karla released her throat and kept the pressure up on her arm. She played cat and mouse with the ref for a few more times, then grabbed Susie's hair and pulled her up. Sheri yelled at Karla to release Susie, but Karla took her to the ropes and wrapped her badly hurt arm over the top rope and kicked the upper arm until Susie was in tears from the pain. Only then did Karla back away laughing at her opponent. "Come on hot shot, let's have some action," taunted Karla as poor Susie leaned against the ropes trying desperately to revive her arm and shoulder. Karla waited a bit, then stormed after her. She pulled the hurt arm and twisted it into a hammerlock, pushing it as high up her back as possible. Susie was on tiptoes trying to lessen the pain, but Karla kept after her. She held Susie's arm with one hand and pounded her belly with the other as the ref was preoccupied with Mariko. Susie was beaten so badly that she barely stood, leaning against Karla. She fell backwards as her tormenter nailed her with a brutal kneelift to her forehead. A dazed Susie sprawled against the ropes leaving herself wide open for a series of knees to her belly. As Sheri pushed Karla away, Susie fell forward onto the mat. Seeing the end in sight, Karla pulled Susie up and carried her to a corner, placing her on the top turnbuckle. Then Karla climbed to the middle turnbuckle and grabbing Susie in a bearhug, jumped off the turnbuckle, twisting in midair and landing with a splash on top of Susie's chest. Slamming into the mat and Karla crushing her as she landed finished Susie. Karla sat on her chest while Sheri counted out the badly beaten wrestler. Karla stood and stepped on Susie's chest as she walked to the ref for her hand to be raised in victory. The crowd booed and threw cups at her as Karla strutted around the ring, pointing at her hapless opponent and laughing. Susie hadn't moved and Mariko was trying to revive her. She finally came around, but was clearly hurt. "The winner in 14:47, Kommando Karla Riker." There was more booing as Karla left the ring with Tonya. Rachel met Karla in the dressing room and hugged her. "Both of you have really done very well tonight. The MAWF knows you two and will not forget you for a long time. Just keep up the action and win big and you'll both be champions within a year." They went out to dinner and really felt good about themselves. They thought all the hard work against small time wrestlers is finally paying off. Rachel had them both wrestling, Tonya on Monday night and Karla on Tuesday night. Tonya would be in Philadelphia, PA against Bonnie Peters and Karla was wrestling in Binghamton, NY against Teri Watley. Rachel wasn't worried about Tonya because she could easily take Bonnie Peters. But Teri Watley was a different story. She'd briefly been champion a year ago but lost the title to Mariko after two weeks. Watley was a dangerous wrestler who fought like a tiger. Karla was bigger and stronger, but Teri had the experience and smarts to win over tougher opponents. Rachel needed to work with Karla to keep her focused on the match. As expected, Tonya beat Bonnie Peters in a little over seven minutes. She wrapped her up in a bearhug, then rammed her back into turnbuckles until Bonnie was limp. A simple backbreaker had Bonnie screaming her submission in seconds and Tonya dropped her, kicked her belly twice and walked off to a huge chorus of boos. She walked back to the dressing room and got big hugs from Rachel and Karla. They decided to drive up to Binghamton that night and let Karla rest the next day. From there Karla and Tonya would go to New York by train while Rachel went to Boston to check on other wrestlers. They were both wrestling at the Brooklyn Armory on Friday night. They arrived at the SUNY Binghamton field house about an hour before the match. In the dressing room Karla rested while Rachel set up further contacts and possible matches on her laptop and cell phone. Her's was the third of six matches and the waiting was hard. Karla was eager to finish off Watley and get to New York. Rachel warned her not to take Teri Watley lightly. "You know Karla, you're taking this woman too lightly and may find a surprise in the ring," warned Rachel to a nonchalant Karla. "This wrestler could just take your head off." "Please spare me the crap about how tough she is. She's over-the- hill and I'll prove it." Just then an usher came to tell them to head to the ring. All three walked out with Karla in the lead, followed by Rachel and Tonya. Some were booing and throwing cups at them as the climbed the steps into the ring. Karla wore her camouflage briefs and crop top, black boots and Tonya's black leather jacket. Her short blond hair was combed back. "This next match is one fall with a 20 minute time limit. In the red corner, from Albany accompanied by her second, Tonya Washington, at 166 lbs., here's Kommando Karla Riker." She barely waved to the crowd who booed loudly and just stood staring at Teri Watley. Tonya and Rachel stepped out and Karla strutted around the ring flexing her arms, back and chest. "In the blue corner, from Topeka, KS, accompanied by her daughter Debbie Watley, at 164 lbs. here's the former champion, Tough Teri Watley." The fans cheered for her as she waved and blew kisses at them. She wore a dark red leotard with gold boots and a flashy gold jacket. Her dark brown hair was shoulder length and hung free. She was the same weight as Karla, but not as muscular or developed. "The referee is former champion, Darlene Miner." At the bell Karla came out fast and locked up with Teri, pushing her into the ropes. A quick left to her chest stunned Teri and Karla stepped back as Darlene pushed her back. "That's just a small sample of what you're in for," yelled a cocky Karla at her opponent. They locked up again and Karla pushed her into the ropes. This time Teri drove a knee into Karla's crotch before the big girl could strike. Karla cried out in surprise and yelled at the ref to stop that crap. Teri quickly grabbed Karla's hair while she was yelling at the ref and threw her across the ring. Karla got up and turned toward Teri when her head exploded from a flying dropkick nailing her forehead. She fell back into the corner and onto her butt. The fans laughed at her which infuriated Karla. She slapped the mat and stood up glaring at Teri. When they locked up Karla grabbed Teri's left arm and twisted it into a hammerlock. With a hairpull, she dragged Watley to the mat and tried to push the arm as high up her back as possible. Watley looked for a rope to grab but Karla had her at center ring. Karla had her trapped and kept up the pressure, but suddenly grabbed Teri's hair, yanking back on it. Darlene broke it up and Karla had to release the hold. Rachel and Tonya both yelled at her to be more careful and not act so stupid. They both knew this match could easily be hers if she didn't screw things with foolish moves. Karla tried to trap Teri in a corner, but Teri faked a hurt arm and as Karla moved in kicked her hard in the crotch, then dropped her with a double axhandle to her neck. Teri yanked on Karla's hair and held her throat and looked into her eyes. "Okay muscles, get ready for the end," Teri said. She drove an elbow into her forehead and let Karla fall back. The elbow stunned the muscular wrestler. Teri kicked Karla's ribs then grabbed an arm and twisted it into an armbar. She placed it on the mat and stomped it several times. Karla screamed from the pain while Teri stomped on her left shoulder. A kneedrop to the shoulder further hurt Karla. When Teri pulled her to the center by her arm, Karla cried out. Teri took the girl to a corner and laid the arm across the top rope. She drove a fist into the shoulder, then elbowed the upper arm. Darlene broke up the vicious attack and Teri stepped back to see her handiwork. Karla tried to rub some life into her arm, but Teri really laid into it and Karla had to protect it the rest of the match. Teri charged after Karla and tried to push her into the ropes, but Karla headbutted Teri. Watley stepped back stunned and Karla had another chance at winning. Karla grabbed her head and headbutted Teri again. Teri staggered back as Karla grabbed her hair. She pulled her into a front headlock and drove a knee into her face. The kneelift forced Teri into the ropes and down. Karla quickly grabbed an arm and pulled her up into a bearhug. She actually had the taller woman off the mat, swinging her around like a ragdoll. Teri tried to push Karla's chin back to break the hold, but Karla ran into a corner ramming Teri's back into the turnbuckle. The force winded Teri and before she could recover, Karla repeated it. On the third one, Teri slumped in Karla's arms. The younger wrestler held her up and fell backwards with a suplex, dropping Teri on her back and landing on top of her. Karla stood over Teri and taunted her. "Come on oldtimer, can't you wrestle anymore? You better go back to knitting." She jumped and landed across Teri's chest with a crossbody pin. Darlene started the count, but Debbie ran in and pulled Karla off her mother at 2. Debbie punched Karla twice and threw her across the ring. She helped Teri get up but saw Karla getting up. As Karla stood, Debbie launched a flying dropkick nearly taking off Karla's head. The kick hit Karla square in her forehead snapping her head back. Karla fell against the ropes and tried to stand. This time Debbie drove both feet into Karla's face, sending her over the top rope. Debbie leaped out and grabbed Karla's hair as she lay on the floor. Before Tonya could help, Debbie drove a kneelift into Karla's face sending her into the steel barriers. Karla was stretched out dazed and Debbie climbed back in to help Teri. Tonya helped Karla get up and stumble to the steps. She climbed back into the ring where Teri waited for her. As Karla climbed in, Teri grabbed Karla's hair and pulled her in. Teri took her across the ring to Debbie who wrapped a forearm across Karla's throat while Teri worked her over with left-right combinations. Karla sagged against the corner as the punches took their toll. Finally Darlene broke it up and allowed Karla to stagger out of the corner. Teri waited and leaped in a flying dropkick. But Karla stepped aside and Teri fell to the mat. In a flash Karla had her hair and pulled her up. She stepped back and dropped Teri with a short clothesline. Karla pulled her hair again and grabbing her neck ran her into a turnbuckle face first. Teri's face crunched against the padding, blood dripping from her nose. Karla held onto her neck and kept slamming Teri's face into the padding. Darlene tried to break it up, but Karla rammed her face twice more before releasing her. When Karla went back to Teri, Debbie ran in again and tackled Karla, sending her into the ropes. Debbie got up before Karla and stood over her kicking her belly and chest. She grabbed the left arm and twisted it into an armbar and kicked the shoulder and armpit several times before Darlene could break it up. Karla's arm and shoulder were hurt and she had to grab the ropes to stand. But she quickly went after Teri who was still sprawled in the corner. Karla pulled her up by an arm and with a mighty belly-to-back suplex, threw her over and onto her neck and upper back. Teri was nearly unconscious as Karla held onto Teri's leotard while Darlene counted her out. The crowd booed Karla as she stood over Teri. There was no taunting now, Karla knew she'd been in one hell of a fight. "The winner at 16:47, Kommando Karla Riker." There were more boos and some trash thrown at Karla, Tonya and Rachel as they walked back to their dressing room. As Karla lay down on the table after her shower, she ached all over from the beating both Watleys had given her. The worst pain was in her left arm and shoulder. Tonya tried to massage some of the soreness out, but it would take some time to bring her back into wrestling shape. And time was something they didn't have a lot of. "When I get those two bitches in my sights, I'll kill 'em," Karla screamed as Tonya tried to ease her pain. "That fucking Debbie is deadmeat!" Tonya kept trying to help her but Karla was energized and twisting around the table. "Will you please lay still while she works on you," yelled Rachel at her angry wrestler. "If you keep moving around you'll screw something else and definitely won't be ready for Monday night." They both looked at her in disbelief. Tonya asked first, "You want us to wrestle Monday after what she went through? She needs a rest." "Yeah right," Rachel said as her mind was spinning along at 10,000 rpms. "You both wrestle Monday night at Uline Arena in Washington, DC." Tonya rubbed Karla's arm with Red Hot and Karla softly grabbed her hand and kissed it. Tonya leaned over and gave her partner a soft peck on the lips. "Okay you two, knock off that dyke crap," snapped Rachel. "You need to work a lot in the first 6 to 12 months. I know you're hurt, but you have to suck it up and wrestle. This is a tough business and only the tough survive. If you want me to cancel this Monday I will. But you'll be set back some 5 or 6 weeks. I've got matches lined up that will get you two some recognition. You have to make sacrifices and this is one. What will it be, cancel or wrestle?" "Count us in," Karla said apologetically. "Okay, now listen. Tonya, you're wrestling Brunhilde, The Viking Queen. She's a bit over-the-hill, but don't go easy on her. She's tough and still ranked. She also has a strong following so you'll get a lot of press from this match. The magazines still love her. Karla, I've got a special match for you. A friend in Marseilles, Marcel LaGauche has some girls wrestling over here. One has some dead time this week so I got you a match against here. She's Michelle LaLeutteuse, former French and European Women's Champion. She's a real cannonball and strong as an ox, but past her prime. Work hard and you'll take her. Then you can give her a real American welcome, like what you got tonight." Tonya was very excited about facing a ranked opponent. "Maybe with a big win, I'll get that recognition I deserve. Karla was more concerned. "She sounds like a lot of trouble, especially with a bad arm and shoulder, Karla said with some concern. "Is she as good as you made her or is she really going downhill? I could get somewhere against her, but I could also really fuck up my arm and shoulder." "Relax kiddo, she's 46 and slowing down. Just work hard, concentrate and you'll own her. Now, let's go to dinner." The next day, Sunday, both wrestlers worked out hard at their gym. On Monday morning they would cut back and do light work to stay loose. Karla started getting pumped about meeting this French champion. Tonya showed confidence, but didn't get very excited over it. "Maybe I'll send this frog bitch back by UPS," joked Karla. "She'll know what it's like to fight a killing machine after she meets me. I'll turn her inside out and have a great time doing it. Tonya, I'll leave a few pieces for you." "Don't get too cocky and fall on your face," warned Tonya. "You're the one who gets cocky," teased Karla. "Speaking of cocky, how are the Bounty Hunters." Karla often teased Tonya about her sexual appetite, especially with the wrestling brothers, the Bounty Hunters. "I'll see them this weekend in Pittsburgh I hope," Tonya said with some sadness. She loved them both and wanted very much to see again. Sunday afternoon they went home after their workout and met with Rachel. She talked about future matches, including a tag-team match against a ranked team, Les Quebecoise, Jeanne LeBlanc and Lorraine LeFleur to be held in the Brooklyn Armory. Rachel set this up with a friend in Montreal, Madeleine Pontneuf. She was a hard woman to work with, always looking for tough matches for her girls, but Rachel's reputation helped get this. It was set for Saturday night in Pittsburgh, PA. Their manager had been working hard to get some high-profile matches that would get them serious recognition. They were really in good hands. As Rachel left, she told both girls, "Remember, no sex before a match. You two go right to bed by 11 PM and sleep in until 10 tomorrow. See you at the arena." Rachel always adhered to that rule about sex. She also never participated with her athletes, not because she hated sex, but because she never mixed business and pleasure. And sex was all pleasure, all night with Rachel. After Rachel left the wrestlers watched TV until 11 and went to bed. The rule was no sex so they cuddled and softly kissed each other good night. They loved to sleep in each other's arms. Karla nuzzled against Tonya's firm breasts, almost purring like a kitten. She felt so safe and secure there. Monday morning they did their light workout and went back to the apartment. Both were antsy and eager to wrestle. Karla's match was the third of five, not quite a semi-final or main event, but not a preliminary either. Tonya had the semi-final match due to Brunhilde's ranking. Tonya just had to win this match. They loosened up some more in the living room with the NordicTrack and rowing machine. The card started at 7:30 PM. They arrived at 7 PM and headed to their dressing room. They changed into their wrestling togs and watched the first matches on closed- circuit TV. Tonya wore her gold tights and purple crop top with matching boots. Her hair was cut close but she remained very feminine looking and just plain lovely. Her thick thighs were an added sexy attraction. Karla wore her camouflage briefs and crop top with short, black boots. Both girls were heels, but were also getting a following. The fans booed them, but more and more came out to see them wrestle. Finally Karla got the call from an usher for her match. The thought that this was going to be great kept running through her mind. The Saturday night matches were a pay-per-view telecast of the Mid-Atlantic Wrestling Federation's St. Valentine's Day Mayhem. Karla's match was a special event arranged by the MAWF and the European Wrestling Federation, the EWF. Karla was introduced as one of the big rising stars of the MAWF, Kommando Karla Riker, who was facing a former French and European Women's Champion, Michelle LaLutteuse, one rough cookie. Her opponent had been the French Champ twice, losing both times to a former partner, Clarissa Puncheux, who made her submit the second time with a surfboard that dislocated a shoulder. Michelle wouldn't submit for about seven minutes until the pain became unbearable. Since then, she's has been on a tear travelling throughout Europe and Africa, destroying anyone who wrestled her. She loved to get submissions, really tearing up her opponents. Standing in her corner, Karla seemed very confident and ready for this match. A short interview with the announcer infuriated Karla. He mentioned the Gina Capetti match that had been very early in her career. She got upset at the mention of that fight and said this was totally different. She went into that match a brash rookie with around 10 or 12 wins and got trashed by the former champ, who was 51 years old. It was definitely not a good night for Karla. But she learned from that. The TV production showed a short video clip of Ms LaLutteuse from a recent match that took place a month ago in Vladivostok, Russia, against the Russian Women's Champion, Ivana Stoyanovich. The brutality shocked the audience and gave them a very good idea of what Karla would face tonight. "...Michelle has that reverse headlock on tight and slams her right arm into her chest. She really laying into poor Ivana with those forearm smashes while Ivana's trying to reach the ropes but can't quite make it. Michelle is keeps smashing her chest, just pounding her breasts, then clamps on a choke that has the Champ gagging, but the ref breaks it. Ivana tries to roll away, but Michelle grabs her right leg and pulls her back. WOW! What a vicious kick to Ivana's groin and another, then a kneedrop to her tender region. Ivana is really hurt and doubled up. The ref is trying to warn her, but Michelle ignores her and nails Ivana with a kneedrop to her neck and then a headscissors has the Champ trapped. This wrestler is one mean machine! Michelle squeezes her thick legs with all her might and slams a fist into Ivana's chest, punishing her breasts. Ivana tries to kick out, but that scissors is on for good. The ref warns Michelle about the closed fist, but she pounds another into the same breast. The ref breaks it and the French woman quickly pulls Ivana up and chops her throat, then drives a knee into the groin. Ivana doubles over and Michelle grabs her head and drives a knee up into her face, sending Ivana back against the ropes, blood running from her nose. She's dazed by this attack as Michelle chops her again and again. Ivana slumps, glassy-eyed with arms hanging, into Michelle arms and the big girl lifts her for a powerslam. God, she slammed her so hard, Ivana bounced. Michelle looks at her opponent and slowly pulls her up. She's holding her by the hair and yelling at the crowd. Ivana is hurt and dazed and just barely hangs onto Michelle with very little strength left. Michelle is just playing with the Russian Champ, something no one has ever done. You can hear a pin drop as this crowd is just amazed at what this French wrestler has done to their champion. A vicious chop to her throat and then Michelle lifts Ivana onto her shoulders for her backbreaker. Ivana is screaming but is helpless as Michelle holds her down tightly and just keeps bending her back over those broad shoulders. That's it, Ivana has quit! Michelle LaLutteuse has defeated the Russian Womens' Champion...." The crowd was absolutely shocked at the brutality displayed by LaLeutteuse. But it just whetted their appetite for more action and they started cheering for the match to begin. "This match will be one fall with a 20 minute time limit. First entering the ring, introducing the latest sensation of the MAWF, at 5' 8 and 166 lbs., accommpanied by her second, Tonya Washington, from Albany, New York, the awesome killer, Kommando Karla Riker." The crowd mixed boos and cheers as she waved and made various gestures at the people. She did have some people who just plain hated her, but others feel just as strongly about her abilities and dirty tactics. The crowd stared at the body on this youngster! Her arms are 17 inches cold and her legs are very shapely and muscular. She cut her hair short and dyed it almost white blond; she really looked beautiful tonight. Quite a sight! This 22-year old had made a big impression on the wrestling world and several feds were after her services. That was more rumor stuff from talented Rachel. "And now introducing our special guest wrestler, the former European and two-time French Women's Champion, at 5'5 and 179 lbs., from Marseilles, France, seconded by her daughter, Marie, here's the one and only, Michelle LaLutteuse." This woman was big! She stood about 5'5, but filled out her tricolor leotard with 180 lbs. of solid muscle. She wasn't cut like Karla, but was rock-solid and her arms, back and legs were definitely just as big, solid and strong. Michelle looked very much like the actress Claudia Cardinale with short, black hair combed back. She was about 3 inches shorter than Karla but oh so solid. It will probably go the full 20 minutes. Michelle was on tour around the world and fought the best of many countries, including some men's and women's champions, with only two losses and those coming after interference from seconds and managers. She was out to prove she wasn't washed up as many magazines and papers had said over the past two years. So far she'd proved just the opposite. "The referee is the former NCAA Women's Champion at 149 lbs., newly inducted into the College Wrestling Hall of Fame, the great Donna Quinn." She had a great reputation as a fair ref, but she had her hands full tonight. Both women glared at each other as Donna went over the rules. Suddenly Michelle pushed Karla and tried to jump her but Karla threw her into the ropes and pounded her with those thick arms and fists. Michelle blocked most of the shots, but some landed against her head and chest. Quinn tried to break it, but finally signaled for the bell. Donna finally separated them and both moved to the center to start this organized mayhem. Karla put up both hands for a fingerlock test of strength and Michelle took them. Both women tried to force the other back, but Karla won this with her strength and height advantage. She got Michelle going down to one knee as she pushed back on the fingers, really pouring on the pressure. Michelle was hurting and Karla pulled her in close, ramming a knee into her forehead. That stunned Michelle and Karla followed with another knee to her head, snapping it back. She then dragged Michelle around the ring by her hands which she still held in a vice-like grip. Two hard stomps to the head and Donna moved in to break them. Karla just stood over Michelle yelling to her to get up. She tried to and Karla drove a shoulder into her belly as she stood, knocking her into the ropes. Donna quickly stepped between them and Karla glared at her. She yelled at Quinn to stay out of her way or she'd get some of it. Michelle got up and hung onto the ropes with a dazed look in her eyes. They locked up again and Karla quickly pushed Michelle into the ropes. Donna tried to break them, but Michelle, with a hairpull, jerked Karla around and had her backed into the ropes, chopping her throat. Quinn tried to stop it, but Michelle pulled Karla's hair back and repeatedly chopped the throat, causing Karla to gag and hang on to the ropes for support. A quick kick to her gut and Karla doubled over. WOW! A big knee to her chest sent Karla down, holding her right breast. Michelle stood on Karla's throat while Donna warned her and then counted. Michelle stepped off and then pulled Karla up by the hair, clamping on a side headlock, twisting and grinding her head and neck. Donna checked for a choke, but found nothing. Michelle added a little eye gouging, but the ref didn't catch it. Karla couldn't push off Michelle because she had that headlock tight and kept grinding away. Another eye gouge, but Quinn caught it and counted. She released the headlock, then dropped an elbow to Karla's neck and clamped on the headlock again. Karla finally threw her into the ropes, but Michelle just ran over Karla as she came off the ropes. Another shoulder block and Karla fell back against the ropes and to the mat. Michelle pulled her up and grabbing her head, rubbed the eyes over the top rope. Donna warned her again, but Michelle ignored it and punished Karla with a hairpull and kick to the groin. Karla doubled over and tried to remain standing, but Michelle drove a knee into her chest sending her into the ropes and down. Michelle quickly grabbed an arm and dragged her to the center choking her with a standing chokehold. The ref tried to pry her hands off and started to count. She released at 4, but went right back to it as Karla gagged and tried hard to breathe. Quinn managed to push Michelle away and give Karla some room to get up. But just as she stood, Marie grabbed Karla's hair and punched her head and throat several times before Donna saw it and stepped in.Karla fell to the mat gagging and Marie took the opportunity to pull a leg and hold her while her mother viciously kicked Karla's belly and chest. Quinn finally broke it up and chased Marie out. Karla slowly tried to stand. She got up on shaky legs, staggering along the ropes when Michelle pulled her hair and clamped on another side headlock, then hip tossed her to the mat leaning back squeezing and grinding her head and neck. Karla slowly tried to crawl to the ropes and made it as Michelle was distracted by Quinn checking for a choke. Michelle released the headlock and stood ready, but Karla barely got up shaking her head and trying to get her bearings. This was a one-sided massacre almost from the start. Michelle grabbed her and lifted her high, slamming her down and dropping on her chest with both knees. She pulled Karla up again and threw her into the ropes, following that with a forearm across the throat. Karla dropped like a rock as Michelle stood and laughed at her. She dragged her to the ropes and trapped her neck with the bottom two ropes. Michelle started kicking her chest and belly as Quinn tried to step in, but Michelle went around her and placed a knee across her throat. Quinn pushed Michelle across the ring and helped release Karla, who sprawled out on the mat, exhausted and badly beaten. Michelle picked her up and applied a crushing bearhug her with those massive arms. She got Karla off her feet shaking her like a rag doll. The crowd had never seen Karla in such a pathetic state as this. Michelle got Karla screaming which Michelle seemed to enjoy very much. Karla bravely tried a chop to her throat, then another, but Michelle hung on and ran into a turnbuckle, ramming Karla's back. Her head snapped back with the blow and really winded her. She was stunned and barely aware of what was going on. Michelle still held her up and Karla just hung a limp rag in her arms. Michelle dropped her, grabbed her left arm twisting it into a hammerlock, then ramming it shoulder first into a turnbuckle. She loved long, slow punishment and was an expert at it. That arm was hurt by the Watleys, now it must be useless. Karla was very hurt and barely able to continue, but Michelle went after her with a nasty look in her eyes. The crowd wanted Quinn to stop the match, but she ignored them and tried to keep control. Michelle rammed the left shoulder into the turnbuckle again, then twisted the arm into an armbar, stepping over it and sitting down on the shoulder. She yanked that arm almost straight up with Karla's screams filling the arena. She almost quit this match when Michelle released the armbar, pulled her hapless opponent up wrapping her left arm around the top rope and kicked it. Karla held that arm trying to rub away the pain and stay away from Michelle. But she kept coming, grabbing that arm and twisting it into a hammerlock and throwing her to the mat by that arm and her hair. She pushed up on that arm, trying to dislocate the shoulder. But she changed her mind and began stomping on it. She finished with a kneedrop and got up strutting around the ring, pointing to Karla and taunting her. This woman was just merciless! She went back to work on the arm again twisting it into a hammerlock and punching the upper arm and shoulder. A quick trip into the turnbuckle and Karla's arm and shoulder were useless. She was unable to use that arm to defend herself. Michelle pushed her into the corner and jumped onto the second rope holding Karla's chin. Marie sneaked behind the ringpost and grabbed Karla's feet, trapping her. Michelle smiled at her victim then drove forearm smashes into the chest and head. Karla slowly slumped in the corner, unable to stand. Michelle pulled her out, wrapped her massive arms around Karla's upper thighs and lifted her high then brought her down hard onto her knee, a vicious reverse atomic drop, driving her crotch onto that knee. Karla went down, rolling around in pain holding herself. Michelle grabbed some hair and yanked her up, lifting her onto those broad shoulders. She got her in the Bastille, a torture rack, that always won for her. Karla's arms just flopped down lifeless. Michelle kept Karla bent over her shoulders pulling down hard on the chin and a thigh. Quinn finally stopped the match when Karla it looked like Karla waved a hand. Karla gives! That's it, she's given in to this punishment. Michelle dropped her, but started kicking her all over. Michelle just kept raining kicks all over the prone body. Karla tried to cover up, but Michelle pulled Karla up to a sitting position and hammered her forehead with elbows, just pounding away. Tonya came running in with Rachel and jumped Michelle. She wrapped a towel around Michelle's throat and pulled back. But Michelle pulled the towel and got free then grabbed Tonya's hair and smashed her face and head. Marie entered and grabbed Tonya from behind throwing her into a corner and ramming a shoulder into her belly until she fell to the mat. She then placed a foot on Tonya's throat tried to stand on it. Michelle pulled Rachel's hair as she tried to tackle the big woman. With one arm she tossed Rachel across the ring and into a turnbuckle. Quinn began pushing the two women out of the ring, but they both grabbed Donna and threw her over the top rope to the floor. Marie followed her out and rammed Donna's head into the steel rail. They then pointed to the four beaten women and laughed as they walked up the aisle. The crowd booed and threw cups and other things at them. "The winner at 18:47, the great former French and European Champion, Michelle LaLutteuse." The crowd was shocked at the brutality shown by the two French wrestlers. No one could believe what he or she had seen. The four women slowly got up and with the help of ringside attendants got down the steps. Rachel and Tonya helped Karla back to their dressing room. They were carefully putting her on the table when the doctor entered. He went over her thoroughly and prescribed a painkiller and rest. He knew they couldn't stay out of action for very long so he insisted on one week of rest. Rachel listened and agreed. When he left, Karla rolled over and softly cried. Rachel held her while Tonya tried to get ready for Brunhilde. She walked down the aisle without a second which bothered her, but she put on a brave face and climbed into the ring glaring at the Viking Queen. Rachel held Karla for a long while, letting her get the tension out by crying. Karla was scared that she'd let Rachel down, but she reassured Karla that this happens sometimes. You just have to make sure it only happens once in a while. She told Karla to get over it and learn what to do next time you meet her. A firm hug and Karla calmed down but kept clinging to Rachel. She softly put Karla's head on a pillow and let her rest while she went to see Tonya. She was at the center ring when Rachel came to her corner. When Tonya saw Rachel she lit up like a neon sign. She loved and needed the reassurance of someone backing her. With Rachel there she would be fine. They talked for a few seconds before the bell. "Tonya, you have to really take it to her. Don't let up for a second and you can get her." "She's deadmeat boss." Tonya charged after Brunhilde and caught her in her own corner, trapping her and raining forearm smashes to her head and chest. The tall blond had no time to get ready before Tonya went at her again. After several more smashes, she clamped on a side headlock and dragged her around the ring. After a quick jab to Brunhilde's face and the ref broke it. Tonya repeated the headlock and used eye gouging. She kept this attack up for almost 10 minutes using headlocks, hammerlocks, and armbars to weaken the blond. Brunhilde tried to mount an attack with a front headlock and choke, but Tonya lifted her and countered by ramming her back into a turnbuckle. Brunhilde was broken. Before The Viking Queen knew what happened, Tonya had her up for a bodyslam. Another slam and Brunhilde lay sprawled on her back. Tonya lifted her for a third, but shifted a hand to Brunhilde's throat and held her in that choke. When the ref made her break it, Tonya dropped Brunhilde, her throat hitting across the top rope. She bounced off the rope and fell backward, clutching her throat while she gagged. The crowd half cheered Tonya, but there were a lot of boos for her dirty tactics. Tonya finished her opponent with a surfboard, making Brunhilde scream her submission three times before releasing her. When Brunhilde fell forward onto her chest, Tonya stood on her back, arms raised in victory. Rachel rushed in and hugged her young wrestler and they went back to Karla. When they entered the dressing room another woman was sitting with Karla. "Excuse me, but this is a private room," Rachel growled. "Oh I'm sorry. I heard someone crying when I walked by and came in to see was the matter. She's really beat up isn't she?" the young girl said very concerned for Karla. "I'm Pinkie Leigh." "You were on the card tonight," said Tonya. "You won the first match in no time at all. That was a great match for you." "Thank you. I had an easy opponent," Pinkie said. "Karla here really took a beating tonight. My mother wrestled Michelle and hated her. She beat her a few times in England, but that frog always fights like that. You need an elephant gun to stop her." "Yeah, that's for sure," Tonya agreed. "How are you doing Karla?" "I'm feeling better, but I really let everyone down tonight," Karla said softly with remorse. "Did you say your mother fought Michelle?" "Yes, she didn't like it at all, but did okay sometimes," Pinkie answered. "Mom was a good wrestler a few years back. She went by Blond Babe Bernard." "Hey, I know that name," Tonya answered. "I saw her in Terre Haute when I was just 6. She was over 40 then and really did a job on her opponent." "Yeah, she's retired to real estate and some grandchildren now," Pinkie said with obvious pride. "Now listen Karla, you faced a machine out there that got you. Just remember it and get her in spades next time." "Listen to her. You just ran into a buzz saw," Rachel added. "In a few minutes we'll have dinner and won't talk about it again tonight. Want to join us?" "Sure, I'd love to," answered Pinkie, happy at being included in the group. At dinner, Pinkie went to the women's room and Karla told Rachel, "Don't ever sign me to wrestle Pinkie. I couldn't, she's too nice a person and really helped make me feel better tonight. Please I won't ever go up against her." "Okay, kid. No matches against Pinkie Leigh." Rachel inquired about Pinkie's agent and found a tough manager who really looked out for his wrestlers represented her. She was definitely in good hands. Too bad, she'd make a great addition, the good girl teamed with the two nasties. Karla took a week off, doctor's orders, to recover from that beating. She and Tonya wanted to get back at LaLutteuse, but would have to wait. Both needed to work on style, tactics, strength, and improve their skills. They knew they had been badly beaten by a very smart and skillful wrestler and they wanted to be that good, too. With Rachel pushing them there was no time to think about lost opportunities for the championship. After a week, they returned to action. Rachel had rearranged some of the scheduled matches and managed to keep the match against the team of Jeanne LeBlanc and Lorraine LeFleur, Les Quebecoise. Lorraine had owned Michelle in the European Federation matches and the veterans definitely wanted Karla and Tonya after what Michelle and Marie did to them. This last bit of news didn't go over too well with Tonya and Karla. But they were also eager to show that match was a fluke and they were much better that. Rachel never let them doubt their abilities and kept them pumped. The night before the match, Karla and Tonya cuddled on the sofa watching TV. Karla's head was resting on Tonya's breasts and her heartbeat was racing. Karla sat up with a worried look. "Are you okay? Your heart is really going a mile a minute." "I'm okay. I just miss you and really want you right now." With that Tonya held Karla's face in her hands and kissed her partner. It was a long, soft kiss with their tongues slowly caressing each other. Karla melted in Tonya's arms and slowly lay back as Tonya moved on top. As their mouths separated, Tonya told her how much she loved Karla. "I could never love another as much as you," Tonya whispered. "Please hold me tight." "You mean so much to me," Karla answered. "I love you." She looked into Tonya's eyes and softly kissed her lips. "Let's go to bed." In the bedroom, they undressed and held each other for a long time, just holding and feeling each other's warmth. Tonya softly caressed Karla's neck while Karla returned the favor by massaging the small of Tonya's back. Karla moved her face close to Tonya's and kissed her. She held Tonya tightly as they kissed. Tonya finally broke it off and gently pushed Karla toward the bed. "Come on darling get in bed," she whispered in a husky voice. Saturday night was very exciting for the young wrestlers. They took the train from Alexandria, VA to Penn Station, NYC and then the subway to their hotel in Brooklyn. A quick workout at the hotel health club kept them loose and focused and they went from there to the Armory. The dressing room was large and had a sofa. Tonya quickly claimed it as the older woman and stretched. "I need the rest more than you. You can go first tonight and I'll join in if I feel like it, okay?" teased Tonya. "Hey, no sweat," answered Karla. "I won't need you tonight so just lay back and nap away sweetie." "Actually, Karla, I'm scared about tonight," Tonya admitted quietly. "Yeah me too, kiddo," Karla said with some concern. "We really have to go out and take charge fast or we're finished. We can't fuck around with these two. We have to attack and work hard and fast and do whatever it takes to beat them." "That's it," Tonya agreed. "If we get the upper hand early we can take these two. If we do that, I think we should drag it out and make them suffer. I know it may not be necessary, but it's like running up the score in football. We need to make a big statement." "Bravo, I like to hear that," Rachel said as she entered. "You two can go all the way and this is a big step for you. You guys can beat them tonight. Just go out fast and do whatever you want to them. But make sure you do it to them and not the other way around. They aren't unbeatable, but they are very tough. You're up soon, get ready to walk." The usher soon came for them and all three took a deep breath and walked to the ring. All nervousness left as the crowd saw them and booed loudly. They quickly became comfortable in the air of booing and cups tossed at them. As they stepped into the ring, Tonya and Karla waved and blew kisses to the audience. That brought more boos and cursing. Now they felt ready to go. Tonya wore black briefs, gold crop top and short gold boots. Her makeup was carefully applied and highlighted her lovely face. She put streaks of gold in her hair. Karla wore her usual camouflage briefs, matching crop top and short black boots. Their bodies glistened in the bright lights with Karla's muscles showing the vascularity she prided herself on. They relaxed as their opponents stepped into the ring. Les Quebecoise came in very confidently, strutting around the ring, pointing to their opponents and laughing. Jeanne wore full body black tights with a gold fleur-de-lis on each leg and red boots. Her hair was silver-blond and combed back. Lorraine wore blue full body tights with a red fleur-de-lis on each leg. She wore gold boots and her black hair was cut short above her ears. Both women were very attractive and solid as a rock. Suddenly, Tonya and Karla weren't so confident. The two French Canadians were big and very imposing figures. The announcer entered the ring. "This match is one fall with a 30 minute time limit. In the red corner, at a combined weight of 342 lbs., here are Kommando Karla Riker and Tonya Washington, The Black and White Bombers." They waved to the crowd again and got more boos and raspberries. Karla turned and wiggled her ass to the fans getting more noise from them. "In the blue corner, at a combined weight of 358 lbs., the former Canadian and World Women's Tag-team Champions, here are Jeanne LeBlanc and Lorraine LeFleur, Les Quebecoise." The crowd mostly cheered for them although they knew little about the wrestlers. The women barely acknowledged the crowd and kept staring at Tonya and Karla. "The referee is Sheri McLeod." She brought them together for last minute instructions and warned about going overboard with dirty tactics. No one said a thing as the teams stared and kept their match faces. Both teams returned to their corners and whispered to each other. At the bell Tonya started against Jeanne. They locked up and Jeanne quickly pushed Tonya into the ropes and hammered a forearm across her chest. Tonya winced, but came right back and locked up again. Jeanne pushed her into the ropes again and hammered her again. Tonya stayed against the ropes as Jeanne stepped around the ref and grabbed Tonya's hair. She threw her into their corner where Lorraine grabbed Tonya's head and rammed it into the turnbuckle. Jeanne laid into Tonya with both boots, kicking her thighs and belly. The ref managed to break it up, but Tonya had been slowed. Jeanne took advantage of Tonya's injury and tackled her. She rolled on top of Tonya and trapped her in a grapevine pin. Tonya quickly raised a shoulder, but didn't see the real reason for the hold. Lorraine climbed to the top rope and flew off with a deadly kneedrop. Jeanne moved just as Lorraine dropped across Tonya's chest. Sheri yelled and pushed Lorraine out, but the damage was done. Tonya rolled around the mat holding her chest and crying out in pain. Jeanne grabbed Tonya's left leg and twisted it into a step-over-toehold. She kept up the pressure and kept Tonya trapped in the center. Lorraine ran in and stomped Tonya's chest when Sheri was distracted by Karla. Sheri caught her and started a count. Jeanne released Tonya and stood arguing with Sheri. Tonya took the opportunity to roll to Karla and tag out. Karla jumped in and grabbed Jeanne in a side headlock. The surprised veteran tried to push Karla off, but she clamped that headlock and kept grinding Jeanne's neck and head. Karla dragged Jeanne to Tonya who kept her hands off until Sheri looked at Lorraine. Then Tonya drove a kneelift into Jeanne's head while Karla held her tight. Lorraine yelled at the ref to break the hold, but Tonya stayed away until another chance to pound on Jeanne. Karla felt Jeanne weakening some as the headlock took its toll. She released the hold and grabbed Jeanne's left arm, twisting it into an armbar. She wrenched it a few times to send sharp pain through her shoulder then stepped over the arm and sat on it. The force sent Jeanne face first into the mat. Lorraine tried to come in, but Sheri stopped her and pushed her back to their corner. During that, Tonya ran in and stomped the shoulder twice then ran out. Karla kept pulling up on the arm, bringing tears to Jeanne's eyes. After about two minutes it looked like Jeanne would give, but Lorraine tricked the ref into looking at Tonya and Lorraine ran in and kicked Karla off Jeanne. Karla quickly grabbed Jeanne, but she'd tagged Lorraine and the fresh partner was now in. They locked up and Lorraine immediately pushed Karla into the ropes and kneed her belly. While the ref tried to separate them, she kneed her again. Karla felt the knees, but didn't make a face. She came out and locked up again. Lorraine pushed her into the ropes again, but this time Karla leaned back and when Lorraine's weight shifted forward with a big forearm smash, Karla ducked and lifted her over Karla's right shoulder and the top rope. Lorraine fell onto the apron and rolled off onto the floor. Jeanne ran to her and helped her up, but Tonya was ready with a flying dropkick off the apron, hitting Lorraine's head and sending both into the steel barriers. The two veterans were slow getting up, but Lorraine was helped back into the ring by Jeanne. Karla waited for her opponent and as she stood up in the ring, launched a flying clothesline into her throat. The move was a big gamble, but Lorraine wasn't focused on Karla and the clothesline sent her into the ropes and down. Karla pulled her up by her hair and threw her across the ring with a hair toss. Another took Lorraine into Tonya who grabbed her hair and rammed her head into the ringpost. Jeanne ran in, but Lorraine's forehead was cut open, blood running down her face. Jeanne tried to pull Lorraine to safety, but Karla grabbed her and drove a roundhouse right into her jaw. The blow dropped Jeanne. She tried to get right back up, but Karla held her head and pulled her into a sitting position. She stood behind Jeanne and twisted her head from left to right and up and down. Jeanne's neck was hurt and she couldn't get free as Karla kept punishing the veteran wrestler. Jeanne was barely able to resist as Karla made the neck snap with each twist. Before letting her go Karla lifted Jeanne into a piledriver and sat back driving her head into the mat. The force made Jeanne bounce and then fall flat on her back. Karla lifted Jeanne onto her shoulders and carried her to a corner, then stepped back and flew into Jeanne's chest with a forearm. The blow sent the battered wrestler off the turnbuckle and onto the floor. Meanwhile, Tonya trapped Lorraine and holding her hair kept ramming her face into the turnbuckle. Sheri finally started a count, but the match seemed nearly over. Now both wrestlers turned to Lorraine who was badly hurt and dazed. Her glassy eyes couldn't focus on anyone and she didn't see the kicks or double-axhandle smash to her chest. The blow knocked her flat on her back where she stayed unable to move. Lorraine was gasping for air and totally helpless. Karla pulled her up and held her towards Tonya who flew off the top rope with a vicious clothesline. Lorraine's head smashed into the mat, blood and sweat spraying over the ring. Karla pulled her up again and lifted her in a chicken-wing suplex, throwing the heavier woman over her shoulder and into the mat. Not happy with their work, Karla tagged Tonya who rushed in and pulled up Lorraine into a standing headscissors. She slowly lifted Lorraine into a piledriver and fell back, driving her head into the mat. Before Lorraine even knew what happened, Tonya tagged Karla who kneedropped her chest and pinned her. Sheri counted to three, but could have gone to a hundred. Lorraine was out cold. Karla stood and hugged Tonya and Rachel as they rushed in. What a big win, just what they needed. Several camera flashes went off as magazine and online news people wrote about the match. Rachel made sure the right crews were there and it paid off big. "The winners at 14:47, the team of Kommando Karla and Tonya Washington, the Black and White Bombers." The crowd gave more cheers as the two joyous wrestlers walked up the aisle. They got quite a few high-fives which made them feel better. In the dressing room, there was a big kiss for Tonya who held her partner very tight. Rachel asked them to break before the news people came in. During the interviews, both wrestlers went out of their way to say their opponents had a bad day. They repeatedly said how much respect they had for Jeanne LeBlanc and Lorraine LeFleur. That was why there was no taunting at the end. The match was won, but Tonya also took a beating. Rachel asked the press to leave after 30 minutes and sat with the girls while they showered and dressed. "Okay kids, this Tuesday you're both at Philadelphia against Rikki Molina and Bomber Bertha in another tag match. They're smaller but tough veterans. Both have been around for a long time and feed on youngsters like you. This is a very big win for you, but don't let it go to your head. You must continue winning to get ranked. That's when all the good things will happen to you. One more thing, you'll meet these two Frenchies again. Be ready for one hell of an ass whipping because they'll pour it on and never let you up until the last minute. They're experts at it. Tuesday in Philly, the girls beat Rikki Molina and Bomber Bertha after 23 minutes of hard-fought action. The two veterans used their speed and guile to fool the youngsters several times before Karla exploded and caught Rikki in a full nelson and rammed her face into the turnbuckle. When Bomber came in to help Tonya caught her in a front headlock and kneelifted her face. She followed up with several face smashes into a turnbuckle opening a cut in Bomber's forehead. With the ref trying to force Tonya and Bomber out, Karla took Rikki outside and ran her head into the ringpost until she fell nearly unconscious. It was only a matter of throwing her back into the ring for Tonya to pin her. It definitely looked like they were climbing the rankings.