Warstar transformed By Curtis D. James Warstar against Kyoka Seito Update: 25/09/1997 to james WAR STAR TRANSFORMED Not wishing to endure another embarrassing ambush at the hands of another powerful woman, War Star resolved to enhance her physical prowess. Though she had ultimately taken Tita to task, she realized that she could have easily come out on the short end of that altercation had it not been for a single well-placed elbow. The reason she had overcome Tita had more to do with fighting experience than with raw strength. But the combination of raw power and skill as a fighter would be indomitable. So, soon after her battle with Tita, War Star embarked on a vigorous crash-course to improve her already impressive physique. She hit the weights with a renewed sense of purpose. And she not only increased the poundage she was lifting, but also doubled and then tripled the repititions. Instead of benching a mere 225 pounds for a dozen reps, she poured on an additional 50 and then 75 pounds over the next few weeks. Within a period of only eight weeks, War Star discovered that she could bench some 300 pounds for 12 reps. Then, incredibly, within the following month, War Star found that she could bench that same 300 pounds for about twenty to twenty-five reps. And her progress was evident in her arms and shoulders as her biceps swelled to a shade over twenty inches while her shoulders taped out at over 50 inches. She applied the same intense training to her legs as well as she began pushing some awesome weight. Again, within that same time frame, her legs were now able to press over 1,000 pounds of iron. It soon became apparent that Tita wasn't the only woman able to achieve 30 inch quads as War Star surpassed that mark by about an inch. Moreover, War Star added some 30 pounds of muscle to her 5-4 inch frame, filling out to a whopping but solid 185. She didn't resemble a bowling ball in the slightest as she had originally feared, but rather, she retained the feminine contours in all the right places. Only she was now far more massive and menacing than ever before. This she would not apologize for. It was now her clear intention to strike fear into the hearts of those who would challenge her. She'd had enough of the pacifist's lame game of avoiding conflict at all costs. Now she would willingly and eagerly seek out those who thought they were woman or man enough to defeat her. And when it came to challengers, there were aplenty. And much to War Star's surprise, many of these challenges came not only from beyond the reservation, but from across the world. In fact, the most interesting challenge of them all came from of all places, The Land of The Rising Sun. In a telegram, a mysterious Oriental woman named Kyoka Seito expressed an interest in meeting War Star for the obvious reason of proving herself the "toughest woman in the world." At one juncture, being the world's toughest woman had annoyed the dark warrior, but now she actually enjoyed the title. And if this Nipponese woman wanted a piece of her, than SHE COULD BRING IT ON. According to this woman's description in the telegram, she was much larger than the usual Japanese woman, standing 5-9 and weighing about 170. Big deal, thought War Star. But this Seito chick also claimed to be Japan's most famous female professional wrestler. Not only that, but she said that she was the reigning champion and undefeated to boot. And she was coming to America on a wrestling tour which would include a possible match against War Star if she was available. How thoughtful and polite of her to ask about her availability. Sure she was available. Available enough to kickass on some silly Japanese lady wrestler. How about the monetary factor? Things had changed. From now on, War Star would insist on being compensated for her efforts. No more free beatings. They would pay for the priviledge of being punished by the "toughest woman in the world." So, War Star responded to the telegram with one of her own. It outlined her conditions and expectations. She accepted Seito's challenge with the understanding that Seito advance $5,000 in payment before the fight could proceed. That was to be War Star's guarantee, win, lose or draw. After setting down her requirements, War Star hardly expected to hear back from Japan's lady wrestler. But she did. Not only that, but she also received an autographed photo of Kyoka Seito with the words "Lady Typhoon" emblazoned on the bottom. She was a big one alright. But like they said, well, you know the cliche. And actually, War Star, though much shorter, was considerably heavier and more muscular. Too bad she didn't send her official measurements. A tale of the tape would have been amusing to the Indian. But she didn't have to. Seito's body was not so muscular as it was voluptuous. That is, she appeared to be an athletic Asian beauty queen. But what struck War Star were the woman's dark, narrow and piercing eyes. They were like slits of indescribable evil as they glared at War Star from the photo. Huh, so she intends to beat me with her sultry good looks, War Star thought as she gazed at Seito's black flowing mane of hair and her Jayne Mansfield bust. Well, I guess I'll have to mess the glamour girl up a bit before I'm finished, she mused. Arrangements were made in due course with Kyoka Seito arriving in Phoenix, Arizona by private jet. In keeping with her mysterious persona, she went into total seclusion and refused interviews to the media. The match was to be held in a small arena rented by the cable company which had sponsored the "toughest woman" competition to begin with. The cable executives invited only a select group of fans to view the bout for logistical production reasons. The big boys understood that the real payoff would come with the "live" pay-per-view audience at home. How the cable execs figured to capitalize on this event was difficult to figure since few had ever heard of Kyoka Seito. And fewer gave the Japanese import any chance whatever to defeat the "toughest woman in the world." This was especially evident when when War Star appeared from her dressing room in her trademark "buckskin bikini." The sight of her newly improved physique was duly noted as shouts of inevitable victory rang throughout the arena. War Star paraded her massive body down the aisle toward the ring, and once inside, began to dazzle the fans with some breathtaking muscle poses. Her twenty-plus inch biceps awed the crowd as she put on a flexing exhibition. So, where was her opponent? After perhaps some fifteen minutes, Kyoka Seito appeared in the aisle with a gaggle of handlers surrounding her. The crowd expressed its displeasure at having been made to wait as she waltzed toward the ring. And when she finally entered the ring and removed her resplendent silk wrestling jacket, the skeptics really began to lick their chops. Who the hell was she kidding? Because in contrast to War Star, the Japanese wrestler was a curvaceous package of soft muscle without much noticeable definition. How could she possibly expect to compete with a woman whose muscularity was as pronounced as War Star's? It's not that she appeared weak or helpless. Not in the least. After all, she must have weighed some 170 pounds and unlike most women, Japanese or not, she towered above War Star at about 5-9. But aside from her distinct height advantage, she looked to be outclassed. However, nothing in Seito's demeanor remotely suggested that she was intimidated by War Star's musclebound presence. She merely waved and mocked at the jeering crowd while shooting her Indian opponent a mocking grin. Attired in a tightly-fitting one-piece wrestling leotard which accentuated her voluptuousness, Seito was one glamorous Amazon. Her red lipstick matched the deep red of her boots as she brushed back her black tresses right before the opening bell. Both she and War Star met at the center of the ring where they locked bodies and grappled on their feet for control. Most everyone expected War Star to overpower Seito instantly, but they were surprised when the Japanese wrestler held her ground. But not for long as War Star took her down with a skull-crushing headlock. Seito cursed and stomped the mat as she was powered down on her back. War Star suppressed a chuckle as she went down on her chest and cinched the headlock tighter. She could feel her forearm digging into Seito's jaw as the latter writhed under her weight. What a laugh, the match had barely begun and already she had Japan's champion wrestler helpless beneath her. Leaning back across her foe's ample chest, War Star wrenched her neck more brutally and expected to hear a cry of submission. But Seito remained mute. Only her labored breathing betrayed her agony as War Star continued squashing her reddened face into the side of her breast. Unfortunately, the Indian was not aware of her opponent's wily legs. Suddenly, a calf looped around War Star's throat and forced her over backward. With perfect precision, Seito had reversed the situation and now had War Star in a figure-four head- scissors. Balancing herself on one arm, Seito pulled back on the toe of the leg which was effectively strangling her opponent. War Star gagged as she found she could not draw a breath. And the viscious vixen seemed determined to choke her to death. The unbearable pain of having her windpipe crushed would have been enough, but the prospect of being strangled to death sent a shock-wave of adrenalin through her. With a rush of power, she popped her head free of the figure-four. Crawling to her knees, she struggled to catch her breath when she was clubbed from behind. Lady Typhoon swept down on her with a barrage of karate chops to the neck and back of the head. War Star rolled to her stomach in a daze. Without missing a beat, Seito applied a textbook version of a Boston Crab. Bringing her full weight to bear War Star's back, she bent the Indian nearly in half. The searing pain in the middle of her back brought her to the brink of surrender. Seito flashed a knowing smile as she bounced her weight precariously on War Star's spine. It was a virtually unbreakable submission hold and the lady from Japan knew it. Disbelieving heads turned and buzzed as War Star blurted out her submission in less than six minutes. Hobbling back to her corner, doubts were forming in her mind. Had she so grossly underestimated her foe? How could this undersized woman have defeated her even once? Even so, the match was scheduled for unlimited falls, and War Star was grateful for that. The effects of the Boston Crab were still fresh as the second fall got underway. War Star emerged warily from her corner and was greeted by a pair of red wrestling boots to the head. Another classic wrestling move as Seito's flying dropkick flattened the Indian. War Star sprang back to her feet but she toppled back to the mat in a dizzy heap as a second dropkick left her groveling at Seito's red boots. She pondered the improbability of what was happening as one of those red boots thudded against her temple. Looking up into the implacable face of her enemy, War Star covered her face as Seito began stomping down at her. Seito then leaned over and actually bitch-slapped her. If War Star had needed a catalyst for a comeback, the insulting slap provided it. Rising to her knees, she aimed for the wrestler's belly and landed a punch dead center. A second and third belly punch buckled Seito's knees. Dropping directly in front of War Star, she was an easy mark for a right-cross to the kisser. Belting those ruby-red lips felt good as she knocked Seito onto her back. It appeared to be a one punch knockout as Seito lay unmoving on the mat. But her head moved slowly from side to side and her eyes flickered when War Star's 185 pounds straddled her chest. Scooting quickly into position, War Star moved to encase Seito's head between her immense thighs. Caught in the humiliating squeeze of a face-straddle, Seito's face contorted in anguish between crushing thighs. Soon, it was her quivering mouth that found itself covered by a smothering crotch. Was turnabout not fairplay? War Star seemed to think so as she clamped her thighs more tightly around the head while driving her crotch harder against Seito's mouth. How did it feel to be suffocated? She really felt like asking. But instead, she only demanded the submission. Seconds later, the great Japanese wrestler squeaked and War Star rolled off her. Lady Typhoon appeared windless as she shakily rose to her feet. A trickle of blood could be seen on her lips as she limped back to her corner. But War Star presented a different picture as she briskly walked back to her corner to wait for what she felt sure would be the final fall. And as the third fall opened, War Star stormed after her prey. Taking a page from the lady wrestler's book, she effortlessly scooped Kyoka off the mat and bodyslammed her to the canvas. She followed this maneuver with a flying-mare which almost separated Seito's head from her shoulders as she bounced across the ring. War Star pursued her heatedly with the intent of flipping her back in the other direction. But the wily Kyoka recovered just enough to not only elude her grasp, but also bring a pointed knee into her groin. Frozen and bent in pain, War Star gritted her teeth as another knee was driven into her most private of parts. The audience erupted in howls of protest, but Seito was not about to be swayed by their sentiments. And she demonstrated her defiance with a third jolting knee to the groin. Needless to say, War Star was in such indescribable pain that she couldn't recall her sudden collapse into the ropes. Tangled in the strands of rope, she soon found herself literally hanging upside down as the wicked black widow spun a web of painful bondage. It was truly a grotesque sight as War Star's body bounced in the morass of rope while Seito kicked and slashed at her with both hands and feet. Never had she been so helpless as her back and legs were lacerated by the fury of the Japanese spider. A stream of spittle drooled from her mouth as a stinging karate slash tore at her throat. Then, as if the ropes themselves would no longer tolerate the onslaught, War Star's upside down body tumbled to the mat. Lying comatose at Seito's booted feet, she could not have imagined what was to come next. It came as a sudden burning in her belly. Acting on instinct alone, War Star lashed out at the source of her pain and grabbed at Seito's wrist. But her strength failed her as her blurred eyes finally focused on her tormentor who was kneeling beside her, both hands melded to her stomach like human claws. The expression on Seito's face was inhuman as she grimaced cruelly. And her dagger- like fingers were riveted fast as they stabbed into flesh. Not even War Star's rigidly muscled abs could have repelled those steely fingers. This was Kyoka's favorite submission hold, the dreaded Stomach Claw. And it took only perhaps twenty seconds for the Claw to bring the fall to a finish. War Star's voice was little more than a weak whisper, and she had to pound the mat furiously before Seito finally relented. It was all War Star could do to navigate back to her corner as her mind was fogged by the racking pain she'd endured. But she had submitted quickly fearing that continued resistance would result in her losing the entire match. The claw-hold had done its damage but War Star's recuperative powers were sufficient to allow her to answer the bell for the next fall. Perhaps some benign force was watching over her as she was given some extra time to recover. Kyoka glared at the timekeeper and demanded that the match resume, but he ignored her and permitted War Star to gather herself. Of course, the treacherous Seito was waiting to pounce on the weakened Indian when the bell rang for fall four. She flew into War Star's corner and caught the weakened fighter in a pretty fair full- nelson. Using her five inch height advantage, she leveraged the nelson well. But War Star had enough strength left in her tank to break free. Crouching low, she attempted to take Seito's legs out from under her. But this move soon proved to be a mistake as she found her head scissored between Seito's own sizable thighs. What began as a standing headscissors turned uglier as she took the Indian down to the mat. Here she could work the scissors more painfully as she straightened her legs, locked her ankles and poured on the pressure. Her thighs may not have been 30 inches, but they were strong enough as War Star's neck went suddenly numb and her head became a throbbing mass of pain. In her already weakened condition, War Star faded rapidly. But the thought of this woman dominating her so completely somehow revived her. And with an unexpected surge, she pried Seito's legs apart and squirmed free. The surprise escape allowed War Star a fighting chance as she dove on top of Seito and quickly applied a bodyscissors of her own. Muscling her between blockbuster thighs, War Star then whipped a forearm around her neck and chin. A strange new sensation came over her as she took command. And from the instant she applied the initial squeeze, she felt the tide turn in her favor. A spasm of unbearable pain quaked through Seito's body as those 30 inch quads bore down on her ribcage. But the chinlock prevented the Japanese wrestler from uttering her submission. All she could do is wave her arms and flail her legs as her body heaved and shuddered. She could have severed Seito at the waist, but chose instead to prolong the punishment and drain her enemy. Besides, she had no desire to end the match just then. There was more pain to inflict. The bodyscissors forced Seito to submit in a shade under two minutes. And War Star showed a bit of mercy by releasing the hold before she passed out. Seito was all but finished as she literally crawled across the mat to her corner. She somehow managed to pull herself up with the aide of the ring ropes. Meanwhile, War Star watched her wobbly foe with interest. She felt certain that Seito would be felled for good in the next fall. To her credit, Seito tried to rally at the beginning of the fall. But War Star mocked her by standing motionless in front of her, allowing Seito to gouge, kick and scratch at her before sending her flat on her back with a single Tomahawk Slash to the neck. Writhing on the mat, Seito sputtered and covered her throat as the dark warrior looked on stoically. She then turned to the audience and shrugged her massive shoulders. The match would only end when Seito called it quits or was incapacitated. And War Star waited patiently for Seito to make up her mind. Miraculously, Seito struggled back to her feet and rushed at War Star with fists flying. But the Indian was waiting with a wicked forearm smash to the bridge of the nose that produced a nasty gush of blood. The sudden sight of her own blood seemed to enrage her as she blindly stumbled forward. Punching wildly in all directions, she couldn't have seen the precise right hand that thudded once more into her bleeding nose. Nor could she have protected herself from a barrage of body punches that slammed into her already aching ribs. Adopting a boxer's stance, War Star drove Seito the length of the ring with a steady stream of body and head blows. Ringsiders cringed at the ferocity of the attack as Seito was pinioned against the ropes. Bloody and groaning, Seito's body absorbed the punches like a bag of soggy oatmeal. She finally sagged onto her knees while War Star punched down at her head from above. She then raised her hands pleadingly in front of her face and begged the dark warrior to relent. "So, you've finally had enough, have you? Well, I've got news for you, honey. I haven't," growled War Star. And she took Seito by the hair and dragged her back up. "Here, let me help you back to Japan. It might even save on airfare." Seito's face registered a look of sheer terror as she felt her hair being ripped from her head by the roots. Almost simultaneously, she felt her 170 pound frame being wrenched from the mat. In an incredible display of raw power, War Star held Seito above the mat by her hair as she prepared to deliver the coup 'de grace. War Star grinned slightly then drew back with her left arm. It was a terrible sound to be sure, as the cutting-edge of her hand sliced into Seito's throat and sent her sailing through the ropes. Stunned spectators scrambled to avoid Seito's crash-landing as her body hurtled onto the concrete floor below. The dark warrior's Tomahawk Slash had claimed another victim as Seito lay still in her own wreckage. War Star glanced down on her briefly. The Japanese lady wrestler had been reduced to a crumpled mass on the arena floor. While Kyoka Seito's concerned handlers engulfed her prostrated body, War Star calmly turned away and wiped her hands. It was then that she noticed a few strands of Seito's hair. In disgust, she brushed at her palms. The black hairs floated free and War Star watched as they drifted down to the mat.