Ravenhawk's Fall by Santos Ravenhawk wrestles Dominatriss Ravenhawk was unsure of her impending match with Dominatriss. The current Women's Wrestling Champion had seen the woman in action. She knew how she fought. Dominatriss was a good wrestler, who was familiar with a worthy number of techniques. But there was more to her than that. Before she fought for real, Dominatriss would upset her opponent. Once that had been done, the adversary would be too agitated to defend herself properly. Capitalizing on that, Dominatriss would then thoroughly outdo her foe throughout the match. Undefeated, she was a force to be reckoned with. What disturbed Ravenhawk was the manner in which Dominatriss disturbed her opponent. She would do something excitable. It varied from a quick kiss on the lips to a brief feel of a leg. No one knew her sexual preference, whether it was homosexual or heterosexual. The only thing evident was her opponent's surprise, which later turned into fury. The violated wrestler would do whatever she could to punish Dominatriss, but to no avail. Outclassed and lacking control, her adversary would only suffer brutality and further defilement. It bothered Ravenhawk to anticipate such treatment from Dominatriss. As much as it troubled her, she finally concluded that was her distinctive style of fighting. To defeat Dominatriss, she would have to ignore the woman's discourteous actions and stay focused. With no emotional disadvantage, the fight would be based solely on skill. Ravenhawk took a deep breath. Now was the time to teach Dominatriss a lesson on real wrestling! The arena was jam-packed. Over half of the people had come for this match alone. Both wrestlers were favorites among many young men. Ravenhawk, a veteran wrestler since her teens, clearly had the most. Although Dominatriss had the lesser of the two, her following had grown fast during her short career, and it showed no signs of letting up. Her sensual style of wrestling was subject to both boos and cheers. She was certainly a unique wrestler with a lot to show. As soon as the crowd had settled, the announcer stepped into the ring and spoke, "Ladies and Gentlemen, now is the time for the main event. In this, the bout for the Women's Wrestling Championship, I present to you the challenger. She stands at 5'8" and weighs in at 120 pounds. She has proven her right to challenge time and again. Undefeated, she is the seductress of all: DOMINATRISS!!!" Dominatriss's ovation was wild, cheers and whoos filling the arena. She was a spectacular sight. Her tight and revealing jet-black, one-piece suit with knee-high boots and gloves complemented her shiny black hair, light skin, luscious red lips and dark eyes. Her shoulders were well-built, and as shiny as marble. The form of her impressive breasts could be made out by their impressions on the suit. She had the legs men dreamed of sucking on for a day. With a whip in hand, Dominatriss was a vision of black, white and red! The announcer continued, "And now, I present the champion! Standing at 5'11' and weighing in at 123 pounds, she has been champion for a whole year now. Having defeated 6 previous challengers and still undefeated, she just might add another mark before the night is done! She is the queen of the ring: RAVENHAWK!!!" Ravenhawk was simply gorgeous. She wore a two-piece bikini suit and was barefoot. Marked with leopard spots, her bikini revealed the beast within her. Ravenhawk had a similar build as Dominatriss, but her greater size displayed a greater figure. Her shoulders and hips were rock-hard. Her breasts were even more sensational than Dominatriss's. Her stomach was as was well-figured, and possessed the durability it made public. Her legs were longer than Dominatriss's, and superior. She was perfection personified! As soon as the cheering and whistling settled down, the referee laid down the rules. After both warriors agreed to them, they were motioned to their respective corners to await the bell. Once it was sounded, all the noise in the arena ceased. The only thing audible were the two women running towards each other to start off a clash of epic proportion. Ravenhawk locked arms with Dominatriss in the center of the ring. Dominatriss surprised Ravenhawk with her aggressiveness, pushing her into a corner. Dominatriss suddenly felt Ravenhawk's breasts, grasping each tight with a hand. The crowd cheered, many of the males turned on by her motion. Ravenhawk instinctively shoved her away. The force was hard, although not as hard as Ravenhawk wished. Denied by her opponent, Dominatriss gave out a hurt look. The crowd then sent out whoos, looking forward to a hot and furious bout. Dominatriss, now looking angry, walked right up to Ravenhawk as if "to show her a piece of her mind." She suddenly ducked down, grabbed Ravenhawk's legs and pulled her off of the mat. Ravenhawk landed hard on her back, with Dominatriss standing over her. With Ravenhawk's long and shapely legs held in her arms, Dominatriss seemed to get a kick out of the situation. She gasped in pure delight as the crowd cheered. Ravenhawk, pissed off at this point, immediately got out of the position. As she got up to her feet, Dominatriss blew kisses to her. Again the crowd whooed them. Dominatriss was heating up the match. Furious and disgusted, Ravenhawk dismissed her insecurities, concluding that Dominatriss is a weirdo who needed to be taught a lesson. Out of the blue, Dominatriss raised her arm, challenging Ravenhawk to a test of strength. Wary of a trap, Ravenhawk approached cautiously. Once hands were locked, Dominatriss bowed down and moved in. With Ravenhawk over her, Dominatriss stood up and carried her over her shoulder. Dominatriss then put Ravenhawk down in a corner, and hugged her hard and lovingly. Ravenhawk tried hard to pry her off while the crowd cheered. Dominatriss backed off again. As Ravenhawk moved away from the corner, Dominatriss dove at her legs and pulled her off the mat. Dominatriss got on Ravenhawk, belly to belly, put her mouth on her chest and smooched on it. The cheers which left the crowd were louder than those before, and so were the boos. Ravenhawk, mad as hell, pushed Dominatriss up, slapped her hard, and shoved her off. The crowd whooed, now eager to see a real cat-fight. Dominatriss showed a hurt expression, which promptly turned to hot anger. Ravenhawk didn't care about her opponent's feelings, thinking that it served her right. Now looking serious, Dominatriss raised her arm, now "seriously" challenging Ravenhawk to a test of strength. Ravenhawk, still full of fury, raised her hand, eager to punish Dominatriss. Before hands connected, however, Dominatriss kneed Ravenhawk hard in her midsection. Bending over in loss of breath, Ravenhawk's head was directed in between Dominatriss's thighs. Dominatriss bent over and put her arms around Ravenhawk's midsection. With Ravenhawk securely trapped, Dominatriss pulled her up and released her head. Positioned vertically in Dominatriss's arms, head directly above the canvas, Ravenhawk was brought down, victim to a devastating piledriver. The crowd was stunned with Dominatriss's ferocity. Ravenhawk rolled onto her stomach, stunned greatly. Lying on her stomach, and using her forearms to hold her slightly up, Ravenhawk was oblivious to time and space. Seeing some life in her opponent, Dominatriss walked over to Ravenhawk and stood over her head. Ravenhawk barely made out the two black boots on each side of her head. Dominatriss bent down, held Ravenhawk's wrists, and pulled Ravenhawk up with them. Brought onto her knees, Ravenhawk rose as far as Dominatriss's body would allow, stopping with her head between Dominatriss's legs. The crowd cheered at the sight. Ravenhawk's back was hardly vertical, curved sharply upward instead. She felt intense pain in her pressured spine. Dominatriss pulled Ravenhawk's arms up, straining her captive's shoulders. Ravenhawk moaned in pain and breathed deeply. Dominatriss suddenly dropped to the mat, dropping Ravenhawk as well. With Dominatriss on her shoulders, Ravenhawk fell hard. Ravenhawk's chest connected first, her good breasts squashed and all breath lost. Her head followed, and Ravenhawk was put into a daze as her forehead hit the mat. The crowd gasped. Incapacitated by the blow to the head and lack or air, Ravenhawk was at Dominatriss's mercy. Dominatriss got up and backed up a step. Now standing over Ravenhawk's back, Dominatriss sat down on her strained spine. Holding Ravenhawk's wrists again, Dominatriss pulled the wrestler's arms up once more and brought them over her legs. In the process, Ravenhawk's upper torso was also brought up. Leaving Ravenhawk's arms hanging over her legs, Dominatriss reached across and locked both hands beneath her captive's chin. Already feeling pressure on her spine again, Ravenhawk's pain was increased tremendously as Dominatriss pulled her head upward. The crowd rooting for the fiendish woman cheered on, as Ravenhawk's supporters tried to bring their champion back into the match. Moaning and groaning, Ravenhawk soon lost what breath she had gained after the harsh fall. Trapped with her arms hooked, Ravenhawk's tense stomach showed as she was raised much further up. She was mad. Ravenhawk refused to lose, not to Dominatriss. To Ravenhawk, Dominatriss's success was through a lucky break. If she could just get out of this hold, she thought, she would promptly tear her adversary apart. Ravenhawk's bellowing suddenly ended as her oxygen supply ran out. With no way to vent her pain, it now increased faster than before. Dominatriss observed Ravenhawk's eyes closed, mouth wide open and body completely motionless. She knew her opponent wouldn't last much longer before passing out. Dominatriss released Ravenhawk's arms, letting Ravenhawk's upper torso drop to the mat. She then stood up, giving Ravenhawk a moment to rest. As Ravenhawk livened up with oxygen, she pondered her next move. She decided to get back on the attack by sending Dominatriss to the mat. Grabbing Dominatriss's ankles, Ravenhawk attempted to capsize her onto the mat. Although stronger than before, Ravenhawk still lacked enough power. With little energy, her attempts were fruitless. Seeing her opponent back in the fight, Dominatriss instantly jumped up and brought her rump down hard on Ravenhawk's spine. The crowd gasped as she landed. Ravenhawk ceased motion in extreme agony, laying down with her arms and legs stretching out. Her deep breathing could be heard by those nearby. Dismounting her opponent, Dominatriss turned Ravenhawk over onto her aching back and sat on her stomach. With Ravenhawk helpless, Dominatriss leaned over and placed her hands on Ravenhawk's breasts for support. The crowd was stunned at the sight. Dominatriss taunted Ravenhawk. "My, your body's as good as they say! Maybe after the match, you could show your new master how much you love her!" With that said, Dominatriss began to massage Ravenhawk's breasts. Energized with fury, Ravenhawk pushed Dominatriss off of her and got herself to her feet. As Dominatriss got up, she was forcefully shoved by Ravenhawk into a corner. Ravenhawk got onto the middle ropes, holding Dominatriss's hair with her left hand, and hit her head with her right. The crowd counted with each blow, reaching 10. Backing away, Ravenhawk took Dominatriss's arm and used it to swing her into the opposite corner. Hitting her back roughly on the corner, Dominatriss was a sitting duck. Ravenhawk ran at full speed, set to ram Dominatriss with her directed right shoulder. Dominatriss sidestepped at the last moment, and Ravenhawk's shoulder connected with the hard corner instead. The crowd gasped as Ravenhawk's shoulder crumpled into the solid steel post. Too wounded to scream in pain, Ravenhawk fell unsteadily to her knees as she clutched her tenderized shoulder. Dominatriss walked up to her and got a hold of her right wrist, which she violently yanked. With her injured shoulder maltreated some more, Ravenhawk howled in pain. After several jerks on the arm, Dominatriss pulled Ravenhawk to her feet and used her arm in an overhead throw. Landing on her back, Ravenhawk barely felt her abused arm. Dominatriss delivered several hard stomps to Ravenhawk's hanging head. Ravenhawk tried her best to protect her head from Dominatriss's hard boots. Each time she shielded it with her good arm, however, her attacker would stomp down on another spot. As she protected the recently brutalized site, Dominatriss would then return to the head. Ravenhawk soon found herself weakening, and before long gave up her resistance. Observing her opponent's weakness, Dominatriss decided to fight for real. She reached down and yanked Ravenhawk's hair, bringing her up to her knees. She then kneeled down next to her, placed her hands on Ravenhawk's shoulders, and kissed her long and hard in the mouth. Ravenhawk was as shocked as the crowd. Dominatriss never did this. The most she gave was a quick kiss to the lips, but this one was prolonged and hooked to her tongue! "As soon as I've conquered you, the real fun will begin!" That said, Dominatriss broke off the kiss and pulled the overwhelmed Ravenhawk to her feet. She immediately sent another hard knee to her stomach, bent her over, locked her arms around her waist, pulled her up, and finally delivered another harmful piledriver! Ravenhawk crumpled to the mat. The first one stunned her greatly, but this one was far more damaging. Ravenhawk's entire system shut down as her eyes glazed over, her head span out of control and her arms and legs turned to jelly. Her once- powerful body shivered and trembled involuntarily. Barely conscious, she was set to be pinned. Dominatriss, however, didn't wish it. She reached down and brought Ravenhawk back onto her feet, steadying her as best she could. Dominatriss then brought one arm behind Ravenhawk's shoulders and another behind her legs. Scooping the helpless lady up, she cradled her gently in her arms. Slowly, Ravenhawk regained consciousness, although not much. Seeing life return to her victim, Dominatriss dropped to her knee. The backbreaker sped up Ravenhawk's return to wakefulness, but took away every bit of energy she had left. Her body dangling on Dominatriss's knee, Ravenhawk was in excruciating pain. Letting up, Dominatriss dropped Ravenhawk onto the mat. She adjusted her opponent's limp body, pulling it a bit closer to the corner. She then climbed up the nearby post. Standing at the top, Dominatriss targeted her helpless prey and leaped off. She stretched her legs forward and planted her rump on Ravenhawk's punished chest. Ravenhawk's will to continue left with the air as her breasts were horribly crushed. Sitting down comfortably on her opponent, Dominatriss stayed on as the referee counted to three. Given the treasured belt, Dominatriss paraded it around the ring. Ravenhawk, meanwhile, was still lying on her back. She couldn't move. She hadn't the energy. Dominatriss stopped her march and looked intently at her destroyed opponent. She went to her corner and got her whip. The audience was quiet, wondering what she would do. Dominatriss stopped the announcer from declaring the winner by taking the microphone. She walked up to Ravenhawk, who was lying on her stomach and using her forearms to hold her up slightly. She suddenly wrapped the whip around Ravenhawk's exposed neck and squeezed, strangling the thoroughly-defeated casualty. She held the mike between their faces. "Who is your master, Baby?" she asked. "It is I, Dominatriss. Say it, Baby. There's no shame." Ravenhawk was losing consciousness fast, and the only thing to stop her from sinking into oblivion was to say her name. "Go on, Baby, say it. Who's your master?" "Y ... You ... a ... a ... are," gasped Ravenhawk. "No, Baby," Dominatriss corrected, "say my name. Say `You, Dominatriss, are my master.'" With what was left, Ravenhawk struggled, "Y ... you ... D-D-Do... Domi ... Domina .... Dominatriss... ar ...are... muh ... my... mas ... mas... maste .... master!" The crowd was speechless. Ravenhawk was conquered, and her conqueror wasn't done yet. Dominatriss carefully placed down the belt, leaving its steel- studded front facing up. She then pulled the gasping Ravenhawk up to her feet and effortlessly bent her over. The crowd could guess what was next. Dominatriss locked her arms around Ravenhawk's waist, pulled her up right over the belt and dropped down. The piledriver's power was more than doubled as Ravenhawk's head, neck and shoulders were driven straight to the steel. Her waist released, Ravenhawk sank to the canvas. Out like a light, she was a senseless wreck. She didn't know that Dominatriss was lovingly kissing her on the mouth. She didn't know that Dominatriss's hands were dug into her bikini, between the sweaty suit and her breasts. All she knew was that she was the sad loser. She knew she had followed the path of other women before her. She knew she let her emotions get in the way. She knew she had been played like a toy.