Lady Tomahawk Vs. Mona Monarch
by Santos
A very brutal match

A lone figure paced up and down the empty locker room.  Her name, her 
real name, was Lily Cooper.  To all of her wrestling fans, however, she 
was Lady Tomahawk.  Although only 1/16 Apache, the blood of Lily's 
ancestors still pulsed through her veins.  She paid homage to them by 
modeling herself after the warriors of long ago.  It was always evident 
in her attire.  Whenever she had a match, the presence of a proud race 
was undeniable.  And Lady Tomahawk was eager to get her latest match 
underway.  The beauty's anxiety was not from fear, and nothing could be 
farther from the truth.  Instead, the lady's distress stemmed from her 
impatience.  She had waited for too long.  It had been 5 years since she 
retired from the Federation.  Before the retirement, she was the 
reigning Women's Wrestling Champion. 

Lily's success as a wrestler was particularly due to her powerful body. 
Before she became a wrestler, Lily was a bodybuilder.  She had been 
body-building since she was 17.  Nothing gave her more pleasure than 
taking her body to its limits, and beyond.  She entered numerous body-
building tournaments, and finished first place in all of them.  
Eventually, Lily grew tired of simply body-building.  She wanted to 
apply her raw might in some way other than posing. After a lot of 
searching, she soon took a liking to wrestling.  The prospect of 
competing with other women had brought out her warrior spirit. 

Before long, she entered the popular Women's Wrestling Federation and 
quickly rose in its ranks.  Each of her matches was over as soon as it 
had gotten started. There were a few exceptions which lasted a few 
minutes longer, with Lady Tomahawk teaching her opponent what it meant 
to challenge the best. None of the other wrestlers could match the 
powerhouse.  Her arms and legs were legendary for the massive power they 
possessed.  Her huge chest was another impressive feature, and she would 
sometimes allow a fighter to bruise her hand on it.  A fighter looking 
in awe at Lady was symmetrical to a deer looking at a car's headlights.  
It wasn't long until she took the belt.  Still undefeated, Lady kept the 
belt for more than 2 years, until she decided to retire. 

Many of her friends and loved ones didn't approve of Lily being a 
bodybuilder. And that didn't change for the better when she became a 
wrestler.  With each victory Lily attained, there was also a loss.  For 
Lily, her losses gradually outweighed her wins, and she decided to 
retire at the age of 30.  It came as a surprise to her fans, and they 
thought it was a joke.  But it wasn't. 

Although Lily wanted to rid herself of the mass she obtained while body-
building, she still wanted to have a good body.  She then decided to try 
out the world of fitness.  In time, Lily's bulk lessened greatly, and 
she achieved a "fitness" body.  She was much slimmer than before, but 
still possessed strong broad muscles.  Lily then competed in many of the 
fitness and aerobic tournaments she came across.  There was no 
competition in which she didn't emerge in first place.  She also 
appeared in many television specials promoting fitness.  After all this, 
Lily still wasn't satisfied.  She easily preferred her new body over the 
old one, so it wasn't body-building.  What she missed was the thrill of 
combat, and the thrill of victory. 

Lily decided to return to wrestling, and nothing anybody said changed 
her mind. She still had a strong following in the Federation, which had 
grown with her success in fitness.  The promoters hesitated to let her 
return, at first.  They were uncertain if this slimmer Lady Tomahawk 
could handle herself in the squared circle after 5 years.  Their doubts 
were effortlessly put to rest as she displayed her talent, performing 10 
pushups on her fingers in a few seconds, as well as executing 6 back-
flips in a row.  Lily remembered her original condition.  In her current 
state, she was without some of her famed strength and endurance, but she 
also possessed more speed and agility.  She had reached a most favorable 
balance, one she once lacked.  At age 35, the prime of any woman's life, 
Lady Tomahawk was back, better than ever. 

In the locker room, Lady Tomahawk slowed her pace.  She thought to 
herself, "The match will begin soon enough.  It will be me and Mona 
Monarch. From what I understand, she's a pretty good fighter.  But it 
doesn't matter how good she is, because I will prevail.  I always have, 
no matter what path I chose, and I will again.  Tonight, at midnight, I 
was born 35 years ago.  Tonight, I am reborn!" 

Elsewhere, in a nearby locker room, Sheryl Zappa waited patiently.  She 
had been preparing for this bout for the longest time.  To the fans of 
the Federation, Sheryl was Mona Monarch, the powerful European noble.  
She faked her French accent, but there was some validity to her image.  
The granddaughter of French immigrants, she truly had a connection to 
Europe.  Even more was her family's rich background.  It was an 
environment she threw away, thinking she could fulfill a dream. 

Sheryl wasn't the only possible heir to a massive fortune, and getting 
rid of an heir here and there was of great help to a dying old 
grandfather.  At a young age, Sheryl was a big fan of wrestling.  Her 
hero was the mighty Lady Tomahawk. Sheryl soon tried to follow her.  She 
became a tomboy, much to the delight of rival heirs, and began body-
building.  When told to desist with this behavior, or else be taken out 
of the inheritance, Sheryl blatantly refused, thinking, "Lady Tomahawk 
would do the same.  She's independent and strong!" 

Soon after, misfortune struck her family, and money was desperately 
needed. Sheryl's family barely made it through.  After pleading with 
relatives, the family was finally saved.  Sheryl's pride ate away at 
her.  She thought to herself, "They kissed up to them!  I don't believe 
this!  It ... It's so humiliating! Lady Tomahawk wouldn't stand for it!"  
In need of cheering up, she watched the Federation on the television and 
hoped that Lady Tomahawk would be a part of the matches. 

Lady Tomahawk did appear, but it wasn't to fight.  She announced her 
retirement to the fans, apologized for leaving, and sequentially left. 
Sheryl was dumbfounded.  Slowly, her empty face transformed into one of 
serious fury. "She gave in," she thought, "She gave in!"  Sheryl knew 
that Lady Tomahawk's critics were quite influential, but she never even 
considered the possibility that her hero would bow down to their 
demands.  "How could you?  How could you?!?" she demanded to know.  
Slowly, her tears ceased.  Sheryl thought, "Fine.  Run away.  I don't 
need you.  I can be just as good as you are, and much better.  When I 
become the greatest wrestler in the Federation, I won't run away. Not 
like you, you gutless whore.  I'll be the monarch of the Federation." 

Sheryl already had an excellent body from her body-building.  Now, she 
would improve it even more, and begin to develop her wrestling skills.  
For 4 full years she trained.  Finally, at the start of year 5, she was 
accepted into the Federation. Calling herself Mona Monarch, she looked 
as huge and intimidating as Lady used to.  As time passed, she also went 
undefeated.  Mona wasn't as fast in ending a match as Lady was, but she 
was much more brutal.  Every wrestler she came across suffered greatly.  
She was as furious as a ruffled hornet nest.  It wouldn't be too long 
before she got a shot at the belt. 

One day, while watching the television, Sheryl saw Tomahawk announcing 
her return to the Federation.  Slowly, a smile appeared on her face.  To 
become the Women's Wrestling Champion was great, but to obliterate her 
"hero" was even better.  Sheryl was aware of Lady's accomplishments.  
Her smile began to widen.  "So, fitness woman, huh?" she said to 
herself, "Once I'm done with you, you'll wish you were smart enough to 
have kept up with body-building." With that, she began to casually rub 
her belly, as if hungry for a feast. 

The promoters were still wondering who to pit against Lady when Mona 
barged into the office and demanded a shot.  They were uncertain, at 
first.  It wasn't expected, and would certainly seem unusual.  Then they 
considered the pros. Both Lady and Mona had had some experience with 
body-building at some point in their careers.  Lady was one of the 
greatest veteran wrestlers, and Mona was definitely the best of the new 
ones.  It would be a clash between a seasoned veteran and a tenacious 
rookie.  Nothing could be better!  It was agreed, and Mona calmly walked 
out of the room. 

In the locker room, Mona was thinking.  "I was a fool to have looked to 
you for guidance.  You seemed to be a priceless diamond, when in fact 
you were nothing more than cheap glass.  You let me down.  You let every 
little girl who needed confidence down.  And now, on this night, your 
birthday, I'll pay you back, for the girls and I, for 5 years.  Happy 
Birthday, wench!" 

The crowd was silent, aware that any noise would only delay the fight 
they came to see.  The announcer stood in the middle of the ring.  She 
spoke to the crowd, "Ladies and Gentlemen, now is the main event!  It is 
a return match, welcoming back one of the Federation's brightest stars.  
Let's begin with her challenger. She stands at a height of 5'5", weighs 
in at 127 pounds, and is 19 years old.  In this, her first year, she has 
risen to the highest ranks of the Federation.  Ladies and Gentlemen, I 
give you The Powerful European Noble ... MONA MONARCH!!!"  The crowd 
greeted her with an obviously moderate applause. They were saving their 
best for the eternal champion.  Mona received more cheers than usual.  
Instead of booing the very violent wrestler, the crowd now held her in 
high regard, being the one who will be the Lady's first challenge in 5 
years.  Regardless, the Monarch briskly made her way into the ring, 
wearing a dark blue robe and without boots.  As the crowd hushed itself, 
the announcer began once more, "And her opponent, the champion, standing 
at a height of 5'9", weighing in at 130 pounds, and 35 years of age.  
She left as an undefeated champion, she returns as an undefeated 
champion, regardless of tonight's outcome, she will always be a 
champion.  Ladies and Gentlemen, please rise for The Native America 
Warrior ... LADY TOMAHAWK!!!!!!"  The jam-packed arena practically 
exploded.  Lady Tomahawk emerged from her entrance, wearing a silver 
robe.  Like Mona, she was bootless.  Everyone loved her. Unlike Mona, 
she took her time, basking in her glory.  To her, this was paradise. 
Meanwhile, in the ring, Mona said to herself, "Keep it up, wench.  After 
tonight, the audience will find it impossible to still see you as a 
champion. 

With both fighters in the ring, the two of them began to take off their 
robes.  As Mona removed her robe, a collective gasp went through the 
audience as she revealed her huge muscles, from legs and arms to front 
and back to abs. Mona wore a dark blue one-piece suit, from which the 
muscles beneath were still seen. The suit revealed a lot of skin.  Her 
legs were bare from foot to hip. Her breasts, although big, were not 
easily realized with her huge chest.  Rather than have straps on her 
shoulders, the suit went around her neck, fitting her snugly.  Her 
massive shoulders, mountains many of the women had fallen from, were 
exposed.  Her long dark brown hair was neatly done, flowing behind her 
as stylish as a wrestling match would allow.  The crowd greeted her with 
delight. Suddenly, all attention was turned away from the Monarch, as 
the crowd cheered for the Lady. 

She also wore a one-piece suit, a silver one.  It had a split down the 
center of the front, which was laced with black chord.  Like Mona's, the 
suit opened up her magnificent shoulders and hips, as well as her chest, 
full of texture and substance.  Her breasts were perfect, neither too 
big nor too small. Complementing them, a group of small chains formed 
parts of her straps, which went over each of her shoulders.  On her arms 
and legs, by the hands and feet, were silver bracelets which gave her 
every gesture music.  The crowd couldn't get enough.  Her long black 
hair was put in a pony tail, with a full feet dropping down behind her.  
Her dark skin, a blessing from her Native American heritage, was superb.  
Her body, highlighted by sultry muscle, wasn't as immense as Mona's, and 
was much more refined.  Lady Tomahawk was as faultless as a 
thoroughbred.  No doubt this was a woman of great strength, speed, 
endurance, and agility. 

Once the changing was done, both wrestlers met at the center of the 
ring.  The referee declared the rules, to which they concurred.  They 
then shook hands and went to their respective corners.  Lady Tomahawk 
was determined to win this match and return to her former glory.  She 
was in her prime, and now was the time to prove it to the world.  Mona 
Monarch was determined to utterly annihilate her opponent.  Still with 
untapped potential, Mona knew that if she could destroy, and then maybe 
humiliate, her superior opponent, her revenge would be complete. 

The bell rang, and the match finally began. 

The Monarch and Tomahawk circled the ring, each waiting for the other to 
attack.  After a moment, Mona leaped at Lady and both wrestlers locked 
arms. Mona was obviously the stronger, gradually pushing Lady into the 
corner.  The referee called for a break, to which Mona consented.  Both 
fighters returned to the center of the ring.  Again they locked arms.  
Mona again pushed Lady back, only this time to the nearby ropes.  When 
the referee called for a break once more, Mona concurred.  They returned 
to the ring's center and squared off again, with the same result.  
Pushing Lady against the ropes, the referee called for Mona to stop.  
This time, the Monarch hopped on the lower rope, really trapping 
Tomahawk, and slapped her hard against the cheek.  A collective gasp 
from the audience was heard.  Immediately leaving Lady alone at that, 
Mona returned to the center of the ring. 

Realizing that defeat was much closer unless she took her younger 
opponent more seriously, Lady Tomahawk decided to cease with the 
friendliness. The next time they locked arms, she delivered a low knee 
into Mona's midsection. Although it was quite sturdy, Mona's gut easily 
gave way to Lady's force.  Mona bent over, gasping for air.  While she 
caught her breathe, Lady whipped her into the ropes.  As she recoiled, 
the Native American lowered her head, ramming Mona's midsection.  The 
Monarch's renewed air supply was knocked out of her as she bent over, 
onto Lady's horizontal back.  Lady then brought her back back up, 
tossing Mona's body over her.  She landed on her back on the canvas.  
While Mona caught her breath again, Lady moved next to her legs and 
grabbed hold of both of them.  She turned her fallen opponent over onto 
her stomach, and then proceeded to apply a Boston Crab.  The pain was 
excruciating for Mona, as she tried in vain to get her foe off of her.  
Lady, meanwhile, was resting comfortably on Mona's back, and continued 
to apply more pressure as Mona gave more resistance.  Catching onto 
this, Mona stopped fighting and pooled her strength. Lady was wondering 
if she should apply more pressure, even though her adversary wasn't 
fighting.  It didn't seem necessary, but she knew the young lady 
wouldn't submit in this position. 

Suddenly, the legs grasped in Lady's arms roared to life as they tried 
to escape. Tomahawk held on, but the force exerted by the legs was so 
strong that she was pulled with them, straight off of Monarch's back.  
Her face slammed into the steel post at the corner in front of her.  
This didn't hurt Lady badly, but it did stun her.  She was overcome long 
enough for Mona to get back onto her feet. After comforting her legs as 
fast as she could, Mona turned her attention to the dazed woman leaning 
on the corner.  Tomahawk's daze was clearing up fast as she used the 
corner-buckle for support.  She realized too late the folly of turning 
her back on the enemy.  Mona walked right up to her, facing Lady's back, 
and then delivered a devastating knee to her spine.  As Lady's head 
snapped back from the blow, it became apparent that she would land hard 
on her back. Mona motioned herself towards the falling warrior and went 
to work.  She extended her right arm over the toppling Lady Tomahawk's 
face and immediately wrapped it around her neck.  With her upper body 
directly above her opponent, Mona went limp and fell with Tomahawk.  A 
silence fell upon the crowd as they witnessed the horrible maneuver.  
Tomahawk's throat was practically crushed by Monarch's added weight.  
Released from the arm, Lady rolled onto her side, doing what she could 
to breathe.  She sat up, trying painfully to get more air. Mona casually 
sat up and landed a hard slap on the same spot as before, sending the 
hurt women reeling onto her back.  The audience had wondered when Mona's 
barbaric side would show up.  Mona gave Lady a few seconds of rest 
before resuming.  She grabbed Lady's ponytail and lifted her to her 
feet.  She then sent her to the ropes.  As Lady recoiled, Mona prepared 
for a clothesline. 

Seeing this, Lady Tomahawk ducked under Mona's swing.  As she came off 
the other ropes, Lady jumped in the air and extended her legs towards 
the unsuspecting Monarch.  Mona was thrown on her back from the 
collision, as was Lady.  Having received a more brutal end, Mona took 
more time to recover, while Lady Tomahawk, renewed with power, 
effortlessly picked herself up.  She walked over to Monarch's head and 
yanked on her hair.  Raising the young lady to her feet, Tomahawk then 
scooped her up and performed a classic slam. Landing on her back, Mona 
was more dazed than hurt, but Tomahawk was not done.  Before Mona could 
recover, the gallant warrior repeated the slam, again and again.  
Although her back was getting somewhat sore from lifting her heavy 
opponent, Lady knew that the daze Mona felt would soon become pain. 
After 6 slams, Lady scooped Mona up for a final one.  This time, she 
took her arm from between Mona's legs to Mona's side, and the arm on 
Mona's shoulder over to her other one.  She performed a power slam, 
driving her tough adversary down to the mat with her on top.  Although 
Mona was down, Tomahawk was taking no chances.  She helped her to her 
feet and hurled her into the farthest corner. When Monarch's back hit 
the corner, Lady ran at full gallop and ram her.  Mona was worried.  If 
she didn't make a comeback now, her condition would worsen with no hope 
of recovery.  Lady repeated her maneuver for a second and third time, 
with much success.  She spinned Mona by her arm for good measure before 
whipping her into the fourth. 

She released Mona, but Mona didn't let go.  Sensing a chance to turn the 
tide, she fixed herself on the ground and whisked Tomahawk instead, 
letting the momentum carry her onward.  The exotic beauty collided into 
the corner with her back.  The soreness on her back transformed into 
pure pain.  Mona didn't stop when she released Lady, and let the force 
direct her to the corner as well. Before Lady could react, Mona slammed 
right into her.  Mona's chest crushed Lady's, knocking the fight right 
out of her.  The pain in Lady's back was more than doubled.  Had Mona 
backed away from her opponent, Tomahawk would no doubt have fallen down 
to the canvas.  As it was, the smaller and more powerful fighter was 
leaning down on her faltering and disoriented enemy.  She felt pure 
delight, staring at Lady's sad face.  When she saw that Lady had some 
strength to stand on her own, Monarch backed up a step.  She took 
Tomahawk's inactive arms and placed them over the top ropes which met at 
the corner, thus trapping her.  Monarch then slapped Tomahawk hard on 
her bruised cheek, the same one she had always slapped.  She kept it up 
until Tomahawk straightened up in attention.  Mona then leaned up 
against her and said, "You didn't like my kind of body?  You thought it 
wasn't feminine?  You wanted these?!?"  She then groped Lady's still 
succulent breasts.  Surprise filled everyone in the arena. "I have news 
for you, wench," Mona continued, "I am a woman.  And hell hasn't the 
fury of a woman scorned!"  Releasing Lady's breasts, Mona proceeded to 
strike her on the underbelly with a series of fierce punches, exchanging 
between rights and lefts.  The crowd didn't know what to make of it, as 
Lady Tomahawk's body heaved with a "Ungh!" for each blow.  The violent 
contacts successively moved upward, and soon Mona was delivering 
uppercuts straight to Lady's jaw. 

Each impact sent the trapped warrior's head inhumanly back, and she was 
greeted with another one of equal magnitude when it returned forward.  
After almost 2 minutes of this brutality, Monarch discontinued her 
attack and began a new one. She stooped over, bringing her head next to 
Tomahawk's damaged gut. Mona immediately began ramming it with her 
shoulder, ending what little time Lady had to recover from the previous 
assault.  After a minute or so of this, Monarch let up.  She unhooked 
Lady's arms from the ropes, supporting her inactive body. After 
animating her with some solid slaps to the face, Mona then guided her 
forcefully into the opposite corner.  Lady hit the corner hard with her 
chest, depriving her of much needed air.  She began to fall, but was 
caught from behind by her sadistic adversary.  Rotated, and then 
released into another corner, Lady's mangled back virtually shut down, 
and she fell down to the canvas. Picking herself up, using the nearby 
ropes for support, she could barely make out Mona as she prepared to ram 
her. 

Though all Lady saw was a blur, it was enough, and she was just able to 
avoid the charging figure.  Mona was bent over, determined to drive her 
right shoulder into Lady's gut.  All she hit, however, was the solid 
steel post in the corner, as Lady had managed to dodge her.  As soon as 
she connected with the corner, all the feeling in her right shoulder was 
gone, replaced by simple pain.  As she lay on her unharmed side, 
whooping in pain, Lady Tomahawk was thinking.  The punishment she had 
received at the corner was simply devastating. 

Although Mona was in great pain, Lady knew her opponent was still a lot 
better off than she was.  She needed to bring Monarch down to her level, 
as fast as she could. Getting stronger with her moment of reprieve, Lady 
decided to execute her patented finisher, The Tomahawk Chop.  With luck, 
it just might guarantee her a victory.  As Mona motioned herself onto 
her knees, Lady climbed to the top of the corner's post.  Once at the 
top, she waited for Mona to get up on her feet.  As soon as Mona began 
to do so, Lady Tomahawk leaped off, headed straight for her!  Lady's 
inspiration for the move came from watching a karate master chop through 
wood with his bare hands.  In The Tomahawk Chop, the daring warrior 
would basically perform a chop, but the enormous power from gravity 
would augment its effect greatly.  It connected, striking Mona on her 
forehead and sending her down to the mat.  Unfortunately for Lady, 
however, her landing was off, and she twisted her right ankle.  Lying on 
her side in pain, Lady tried to get up and walk to the unconscious 
Monarch, resulting in more pain.  She then tried massaging the ankle, 
and prayed that her opponent would stay down long enough.  After a brief 
moment, she felt no improvement and crawled toward Mona.  She hooked a 
leg and pinned her.  The referee eagerly showed up and began the count, 
"One ..." which was immediately ended by Mona, who lifted her bruised 
shoulder off the mat.  Lady tried again, only to have Mona break out 
before the count had even began.  Mona was strong enough to break out, 
but was to stunned to go anywhere.  Lady decided to perform another of 
her finishers, The Hawk's Descent.  Mona was in position, so Lady 
staggered to the corner and climbed to the top.  It took more time than 
before, due to the sore ankle.  She reached the top and jumped.  She 
spread her arms apart, straightened her legs next to each other and 
motioned her flying body to as horizontal a posture as she could.  To 
the crowd, she looked like a professional diver soaring into the water. 
She thought, "Yes, this will do it!" 

Suddenly and without warning, Mona rolled aside, leaving Lady to the 
cold hard canvas.  She landed on her chest, removing whatever fight she 
had left. The crowd was stunned.  Their champion wasn't moving.  Mona 
kneeled next to the wreck and grasped Lady's hair in her hand.  Pulling 
the hair up, Mona brought the almost senseless wrestler's face up to 
see.  Looking at Lady's drowsy eyes, she taunted, "Not a bad finishing 
move.  Still, it's best to know when you're not being set up.  The match 
should be over.  You're finished.  But I'm not.  Now, the fun begins!"  
With that said, Mona continued to pull on Lady's hair, forcing her to 
slowly get up.  Mona then put her left arm over Lady's right shoulder, 
and her right one between the victim's legs.  Scooping her up, Mona 
proudly cradled her hapless sacrifice before a very distraught crowd.  
She then dropped to one knee and brought Tomahawk down on it, smashing 
the right side of Lady's ribcage.  Still holding on to Lady, Mona 
brought her back up from the knee, smoothly rotated her body, and 
brought her down again, smashing her back. After another rotation, she 
sent down the left side of Lady's ribcage. Finally, Mona forced Lady's 
mutilated stomach onto the knee.  By now, the crowd was booing both of 
the fighters.  They disapproved of Mona Monarch's violence, and of Lady 
Tomahawk's sad performance.  After giving her conquered opponent a few 
minutes to rest, Mona whipped her into a corner and charged. 

Stuck in the corner, Lady's legs were almost gone.  Weary and in total 
agony, she was still determined not to lose.  It was her birthday.  It 
was her return to the ring.  She wasn't going to lose.  Not now, and 
certainly not to this detestable rookie.  Suddenly, all the pain was 
gone, and Lady Tomahawk's body was fortified with never-ending energy.  
Using her arms, she raised herself up, and then kicked out her sturdy 
legs.  Before Mona knew what happened, she was going back in her tracks, 
falling to the canvas, a victim to Tomahawk's awesome kick.  Seeing 
Monarch squirm on the mat, Tomahawk decided to end this once and for 
all!  Climbing effortlessly to the top of the post, backed by the now 
invigorated audience, Lady Tomahawk was going to perform The Tomahawk 
Chop one more time.  She leapt up as Mona slowly rose to her feet.  With 
her fans supporting her, Lady Tomahawk saw victory awaiting her. 

Lady Tomahawk was seriously mistaken, because Mona Monarch had something 
else awaiting the descending warrior.  She sidestepped, avoiding the 
potent chop, and then delivered a shattering uppercut to Tomahawk's 
exposed ribs. The next thing the audience knew, Lady Tomahawk landed on 
her feet and immediately dropped to her knees, with a hand over her 
marred side.  Wasting no time, Mona stepped up to the fallen angel and 
delivered another terrible uppercut. It connected with the bottom of 
Lady's jaw, violently driving her head back and exposing her throat.  
The savage master then dealt her subject a horrible kick straight to the 
windpipe.  Sent onto her back, Tomahawk was suffering. 

The pain she felt before was back.  She hurt in her ribs, her spine, her 
ankle, her gut, everything.  Stooping over, Mona pulled Lady up by her 
hair, which had long since lost its beauty and order.  The young brute 
targeted Lady's ribs, the ones she destroyed when Lady attempted The 
Tomahawk Chop.  Straightening the victim out, Mona then raised Lady's 
arm up into the air, exposing the vulnerable side.  Mona sent a 
malicious punch straight into it, causing the tormented warrior to fall 
to her knees once more.  Raising Lady by her scattered hair, Mona 
motioned herself closer until their chests met.  Smiling, she declared, 
"You still fell for it, huh?  Don't get me wrong, now.  I was hurt.  It 
just wasn't that bad. See, I told you there would be fun!"  With that, 
Mona embraced Lady's pulverized stomach, locking her arms at the base of 
Lady's spine. "Now," she said, "Whatever you do, don't fall asleep.  
Nothing makes me angrier." Suddenly a sharp pain fell upon Tomahawk, as 
the young barbarian began to squeeze her like toothpaste.  She tried to 
separate, pushing at Mona's shoulders. But the more she fought, the more 
weakened she became.  The pain was unbearable.  It brought every wound 
Lady had suffered at the hands of Mona back into action.  As painful as 
it was, Lady Tomahawk's determination to win was still present.  Even 
when the lack of oxygen brought her arms down to her side, or when her 
legs gave away and only Mona's tortuous hold kept her prey up, or when 
her head swayed back in suffocation and her body gave no more motion, 
Lady Tomahawk would mouth out a submission.  The referee immediately 
approached the pair, showing a lot of concern for the beaten woman who 
dangled lifelessly in the rookie's arms.  She lifted Lady's arm and let 
it fall down, starting the count.  She lifted it again and again it fell 
down. One more fall, and Mona Monarch would be declared the victor over 
her unconscious victim.  But as the arm fell for a third time, Mona 
released her viselike hold and let Tomahawk drop to the mat.  The crowd 
was both booing and cheering. Those who booed were furious at Mona's 
aggression, and those who cheered wanted Lady Tomahawk to pay for making 
them expect a good match. Leaning over the still body, Mona slid an arm 
under Lady's shoulders, and then another under her legs.  Lifting her up 
like a baby, Mona immediately dropped to one knee, smashing Lady's 
degraded back on it and waking her up from her sleep. 

Lifting a stunned and confused Lady up again, Mona smiled sadistically, 
saying, "I said no sleeping.  You've annoyed me, chief.  Now I'm going 
to have to play with you a bit longer!  I'll leave you a broken woman, a 
broken member of a broken race!"  Fury entered Lady Tomahawk, and it was 
quickly put to rest as Mona dropped the conscious body onto her knee 
once more.  Gasping in horrendous pain, Lady's body dangled on Mona's 
knee.  Mona then placed an arm over Lady's neck, forcing it down and 
increasing the pressure on what was left of Lady's back.  With the other 
arm, Mona pounded consistently on Lady's stomach, playing it like a 
drum.  In all this time, Tomahawk was passing in and out of 
consciousness, a plaything for her cruel captor.  After 3 or 4 minutes 
had passed, the volley suddenly ended, and Lady Tomahawk was carried to 
a corner. The monarch dropped the beaten warrior on the mat and lifted 
both of her legs up.  She then fastened Lady's legs onto the top ropes, 
hanging her like a fish. 

Mona then sent a barrage of kicks to the dangling corpse, endlessly 
punishing Lady's very debased body.  After another 3 or 4 minutes had 
passed, Mona coarsely released Tomahawk's legs, dropping her suspended 
body back to the canvas.  She checked to see if Lady was still conscious 
and, happy to see that she was, yanked the tired wrestler to her feet.  
Lady Tomahawk was groggy. Although standing directly in front of Mona, 
and obviously the taller of the two, she had a blank, helpless 
expression.  Her arms swayed at her sides, her head was drooped down, 
and her face gave an exhausted, tormented look.  Mona playfully moved 
her hands up and down Lady's chest, gently massaging her ravaged breasts 
when she came across them.  Suddenly, Mona kneed Lady in her gut, 
causing her to bend down.  Mona then took hold of Lady's head and placed 
it between her massive thighs.  Her arms wrapped around Lady's once-
steady gut, which now heaved with much difficulty, and locked firmly.  
Next, Mona pulled upward on the midsection.  She brought Lady's entire 
body up, and flipped it over her boulder of a shoulder, with Lady's 
broken back balancing her upper and lower torso.  "You have you 
finishing move and I have mine," Monarch declared, "This is The Mon-
Arch, get it?  Feel free to give in at any time?  Just don't go to sleep 
on me again."  If Lady Tomahawk's stomach wasn't so marred, she would 
have been screaming.  The pressure exerted onto her back was far greater 
than anything else.  Groaning and moaning, she still wouldn't submit.  
She gave what little strength she had left in her body to her arms, 
which she used to try to pry off Mona's.  After a second, they dropped 
lifelessly away from her sides.  Everything turned into a blur, which 
quickly turned black.  Lady Tomahawk's supporters looked on horrified, 
as her body looked as though it would snap.  Her legs hung inertly, as 
did her arms, her head was hanging at least a foot from her shattered 
back.  Again the referee came up to the two.  She didn't hear any 
submission from the resolute warrior who now dangled like a corpse.  She 
reached up and lifted Lady's arm as high as the poor situation would 
allow.  She dropped the arm two times.  As before, Mona Monarch 
interfered in the third drop.  Instead of releasing the body, however, 
Mona dropped to her knees while still balancing the senseless fighter on 
her shoulder. 

It ruined the count and brought further devastation to Lady Tomahawk's 
spine. Releasing the hold, Tomahawk dropped onto the mat, bouncing up 
slightly from the impact.  That was the only motion her body gave out.  
Many of the crowd feared her dead.  Mona exited the ring and walked to 
the announcer's table, taking her jar filled with ice-cold water.  She 
entered the ring and went over to Tomahawk's body.  She put the jar 
down, spread Lady's arms and legs out, and then picked it back up.  She 
poured almost half of the water on Tomahawk's expressionless face.  
Watching the destroyed warrior wake up was more painful than seeing her 
out like a light.  Her reaction was unnatural, with the fastest motion 
exerted not nearly enough to snuff.  She moved as slow as a slug, 
despite the temperature of the water poured on her.  Mona poured the 
rest on her chest, directly above her breasts.  "Welcome back, chief!" 
she said merrily. "I warned you again not to sleep, but you did anyway.  
After all the civility I've shown you, why, maybe I should treat you 
breasts the same way I treated your other parts!" 

Tomahawk was still too drowsy to respond as Mona placed a hand on each 
of her breasts.  Feeling around, Mona located the nipples and squeezed 
them.  A moan came out of Lady, the first sound heard since she passed 
out a second time. Pulling the nipples upward, Mona forced Lady Tomahawk 
to stand on her knees with her arms on the ground before she released 
them.  She began to heartlessly abuse her.  Mona played horse, pulling 
Lady's drenched hair back with her on top of the broken back.  She'd 
keep hugging her on her vexed chest from behind, swaying her back and 
forth.  She also sarcastically encouraged her to rise from her hands and 
knees.  All this while, Lady was thinking of a path to victory, still 
determined to triumph.  It wasn't to be.  Mona grabbed a handful of her 
hair and lifted her off of her hands, although Lady still stood on her 
knees. Practically holding her entire body up through the hair, Mona 
chopped at Lady's neck.  For Lady Tomahawk, the pain felt very different 
this time, and she knew it was really serious.  Each chop was enough to 
knock her out and only the hair kept her body up.  Her arms and knees no 
longer felt, Lady's arms hanged motionless at her sides and her legs 
slumped onto one another.  Her eyes, hidden by the long wet hair sprayed 
across her face, closed and she drifted back into senselessness as Mona 
chopped away at the neck of an unconscious Tomahawk, held up only by her 
hair.  

Realizing that to play some more would lead to death, Mona decided to 
end the match.  Sticking two fingers into Tomahawk's mouth, Mona drove 
them deeper.  Before she knew it, Lady was wide awake screaming in pain.  
The sound didn't come out right, as the fingers muffled Lady's screams 
for mercy and pity.  The agony was so terrible that her arms and legs 
were moving involuntarily.  Slowly, the trembling body slowed down, as 
Lady Tomahawk approached a fourth visit to oblivion, one that could last 
forever. Mona ceased the torture, withdrawing her fingers from the 
gasping mouth.  Holding Lady's hair, Mona stood her up, and scooped her 
up.  She looked as though she was holding her arms up in victory, only 
those arms held a woman who had been totally destroyed.  Still 
determined to win, the lady squirmed slightly.  It was too late to do 
any good.  With one hand on Lady's shoulder and another between her 
legs, Mona spoke to her, "Well, bitch, looks like you've lost.  But that 
doesn't matter.  Like the lady said, regardless of tonight's outcome, 
she will always be a champion'  Now say goodnight.  In honor of tonight, 
I developed a new move, just for you.  I call it The Peasant Breaker.  
So, peasant, Happy Birthday!" Mona released Lady from her arms, and 
dropped to one knee at the same time. She directed Lady's abused and 
broken body down toward it, having her land flat on her stomach.  The 
slight body's movements ceased upon impact. Mona rolled it off of her 
knee and rolled Lady onto her back.  She spread the victim's arms and 
legs out, and then placed her hand over the nose and mouth. The referee 
came over and began the count, "One ... Two ... Three!!!" Searching for 
words, she continued, "Ladies and Gentlemen.  Your winner, the young 
lady who has just annihilated, devastated,  demolished, destroyed, 
smashed, wrecked, overturned, ravished, shattered, practically killed 
the ... champion ... Lady Tomahawk, MONA MONARCH!!!"  The medics arrived 
and tended to Lily Cooper.  Sheryl Zappa was calm.  Her revenge, her 
quest, was complete. Tomahawk would live, but her career would never be 
the same.  Beaten and humiliated, it would take a very long time before 
she reached her former glory. Meanwhile, lying on the mat, Lily realized 
that her defeat was inevitable.  She had gotten soft.  To succeed, she 
would have to adjust her tactics. Even more, she needed power.  She 
returned to wrestling.  To succeed, she will also return to body-
building.