Rhonda Enters Her Third National Tournament by Dale Kelso Rhonda lay on the table as Steve gave her a final rubdown before her first fight of Nationals. Rhonda reflected on the eventful past 3 months, from winning the last National tournament in decisive fashion in which she simply destroyed all her opponents including Candi (the then current #1 wrestler in the world) and Stephanie (the former #1), to the Mini Tournament in which she had decisively defeated two strong males only to then get badly beaten by Stephanie, to returning home and having Donna and Steve put her through an unbelieably strenous training that would rival any pro fighter's training camp including sparring with both male and female pro boxers and mma fighters. Then a week with pro mma fighter Michelle -- but Rhonda willed herself not to think of that experience or the busty and lusty Michelle. Finally, the call from Andy Anderson threatening to bar her from the National tournament for participating in Candi's mini-tournament in violation of her contract with the NWUFL. Only Rhonda;s threats of getting Candi and Steph to boycott the tournnment got him to relent, but he promised to stack her division with the best new talent. "More fresh meat," she declared as she hung up on him. Steve ended the massage as he always did by firmly rubbing her nipples, which immediately exploded to their full 3/4 inch length, and giving her a deep deep kiss. Her juices definitely flowing, Rhonda nevertheless pushed him away and quickly dressed for her fight. Nothing special, just her standard red thong-bra set that barely covered her private parts. All she knew was that her opponent, Debbie, was Canadian, the former Olympic gold medal weightlifter who had started wrestling a year ago, lured by the purses offered by the NWUFL. Debbie had quickly risen through the local and regional tournments, exhibiting great strength and athleticism. She had replicated Rhonda's feat of rising through the ranks undefeated and was now only the second rookie to reach the national level undefeated. Rhonda made her way to the ring. She was greeted by a thunderous welcome from the fans who adored her for her skill, beauty, sexuality and showmanship. Rhonda was surprised by her opponent, a beautiful black woman who was just shy of 6 feet tall and weighed, by Rhonda's estimate, 215 poundsof all muscle. Her B-cup breasts seemed much bigger sitting on her massive chest. Not surprisingly, this was all muscle, shown off to great effect by the skimpy white and black striped bikini she was wearing. She was definitely one big, strong girl. Rhonda felt unaccustomed jitters. Although the defending champion, for the first time ever Rhonda was entering the fight not undefeated. Her opponent looked strong and -- more importantly -- not intimidated by Rhonda. Rhonda knew that she had won many fights before they even started as her opponents were awed by her talent and ability to both destroy andhd humiliate. Rhonda had to will herself to go through her usual routine of flexing and adjusting her bikini top so that the audience caught quick glimpses of her magnificent nips. Debbie waited patiently, stretching and shadow boxing. The two combatants approached the center of the ring for final instructions. Debbie was all smiles and extended her arm to Rhonda. Rhonda was taken aback by the show of sportsmanship but shook nonetheless. Debbie spoke, "You are prettier than I imagined. And I know you can wrestle! I hope I prove to be a worthy opponent." Rhonda just turned and returned to her corner -- she was not here to make friends, she was here to wrestle, win, and dominate. Having seen the size of her opponent, Rhonda quickly adjusted her strategy -- this was one of the few girls -- in fact any opponent -- that she did not think she could outmuscle. She would attack by wrestling skill. At the bell, the two amazons quickly moved to the middle and started circling. Almost immediately, Debbie shot in for a single leg takedown. Her speed caught Rhonda by surprise and Debbie secured the leg and quickly dumped Rhonda on her shapely ass. Despite being shocked by her opponent's skill and speed, especially given her black opponen'ts size and weightlifting background, Rhonda nevertheless fought from her back. Rhonda was able to trap her foe's head in a headlock and her right leg in her guard/scissors. A few minutes of jockeying got each of them nowhere, and they soon broke and got back to their feet. They tied up immediately and Rhonda felt her opponents great strength as Rhonda got pushed back against the ropes. Rhonda tried to bull her way out but Debbie effectively trapped her. The two amazons jockeyed for position as Debbie repeatedly kneed Rhonda in her left thigh. But these blows had little effect on the Rhonda's muscular legs. Rhonda spun out but just as she thought she had escaped, Debbie hip tossed her to the ground. Debbie quickly secured side mount and launched a series of punches into Rhonda's unprotected abs. Debbie clearly had power -- but she also proved to have great technique -- as three powerful bombs landed, each crushing through Rhonda's protective muscle shield. Rhonda brought her legs up and quickly trapped her foe's punching arm. The two again jockeyd for position as Debbie maintained side mount, but Rhonda negated her power by continuing to secure Debbie's arm with her legs. A quick bridge from Rhonda sent Debbie flying and the two again quickly scampered to their feet. Rhonda saw that the match clock had hit 8 minutes. She looked at her opponent who had a glean of sweat but seemingly was not even breathing hard. Rhonda felt the blows to her abs but othewise felt fresh. But she could not remember a match in which she had been able to launch effectively no offense so long into the match. Clearly her opponent was in great shape. Rhonda would need to beat her, not just wear her out. The two amazons circled, tied up, broke as neither got an advantage. Finally Rhonda shot in for her big opponents legs. She secured holds on both massive limbs but Debbie executed a beautiful sprawl over Rhonda. Rhonda fought to turn her foe but Debbie rose up and sent a hammerfist crashing into Rhonda's back. Rhonda crashed to the floor with her opponent fully on her back. The two big girls justled for position. Debbie's strength was evident as her muscles exploded as she fought to control her bucking foe. As Rhonda turned, Debbie's legs flew up and trapped Rhonda's head. She quickly brought the champion down to the mat, locked in a tight headscissors. Debbie's thighs exploded with power as she secured the hold and literally tried to squash Rhonda's head. Rhonda's head was inches from Debbie's love canal, but she had no thoughts of pleasure, just trying to escape this torture chamber. She fought to rise to her kness but Debbie effectively kept her on the mat. She tried punching Debbie's abs or thighs but she had no angle and her punches bounced off ineffectively. The pain, which Rhonda felt instantaneously, continued unabated. Debbie exerted her full and immense power. Debbie's muscles seemed to burst through her skin and Rhonda's head felt as if would explode. She bucked and tried to roll or pry her way out. All to no avail. Rhonda quickly got light headed and felt like she was on the verge of passing out. In a desperate move, she tried to grap Debbie's hair, a dirty move for sure but one that was commonly employed by top fighters. Debbie slapped Rhonda's hand away but Rhonda's hand got caught on Debbie's bikini top. The distraction caused Debbie to ease up just enough that Rhonda was able to move her head just a bit. That was the break Rhonda needed and she was able pop her head out of the constricting legs of her massive foe. Rhonda stumbled to her feet and Debbie quickly followed. Knowing that her opponent was weakened form the scissors, Debbie, paying no attention to the fact that her left boob was hanging free, charged Rhonda, coming in low for another attack on Rhonda's legs. Though still trying to clear her head, Rhonda's untold hours of training had her working almost on instinct. She quickly raised her knee, catching Debbie squarely on the jaw. The impact stunned the massive woman who stood as if frozen in place. Though still trying to clear her head, Rhonda knew she had to attack. And attack she did. A quick series of knees to Debbie's gut forced the Canadian back against the ropes. Rhonda now shifted to a series of kicks to Debbie's abs, most landing right above her skimpy bikini bottom. Rhonda seemed to gain in power as Debbie faded. A final kick to the top of Debbie's bikini sent Debbie crashing face first to the mat. Rhonda followed her down, leading with an elbow directly to Debbie's left shoulder. Debbie shrieked in pain. As Debbie's left arm shot up in agony, Rhonda grabbed the limb and twisted it high up her foes back in a pain-inducing hammerlock. Higher and higher up Debbie's back her arm was forced. Rhonda then shifted her body so that she could continue tearing at the limb and also send a series of elbows into the shoulder. Debbie now was emitting a constant stream of moans, alternating with shrieks as her powerful arm was rendered almost useless. As her shrieks changed pitch, Rhonda started to feel the excitement in her loins that she always noted when she was dominating a foe. In an almost unreal exhibition of strength and toughness, Debbie was able to rise to her feet with Rhonda draped on her back, still seemingly trying to rip the Canadian's arm from her shoulder. Unable to stop her foes continued rise, Rhonda let go and moved away. Debbie rose and shook her arm, clearly in great pain. With great difficulty she tried to readjust her bra. Though not known for her sportsmanship, Rhonda always gave her foes the opportunity to adjust their attire and she graciously stepped back, herself glad for the break. Debbie finally gave up trying to cover her boob and reached up and untied her top. All in attendance appreciated her shapely tits, capped off with pointy black nipples. In a touch of nice showmanship, she twirled her bra several times before walking to the edge of the ring, leaning over, and dropping it onto the head of a fan. The crowd ate it up and Rhonda took the opportunity to clear her head. Not to be outdone, Rhonda now came to the center of the ring. She slowly and seductively raised her arms to her neck, giving the audience -- and her Canadian foe -- a view of her bulging biceps. She slowly untied her top and leaned over as her top came undone, and her massive boobs tangling beneath her. Rhonda's nipples -- as they always did when exposed to air -- shot out like torpedos. She walked seductively over to the ref, handed him her bra and cooed, "Be a dear and hold this for me." Debbie stood by the side, her bright smile radiating. "Nice touch, girlfriend," she laughed. "And nice tits, too." Rhonda was momentarily taken aback, not used to good natured banter during a fight. Rhonda was a trash talker, not a laugher. She wanted to destroy this woman, not befriend her. The two topless amazons now re-engaged. Debbie tried to charge in, only to be forced back by a series of low leg kicks from Rhonda, who now knew that a straight up engagement wouold favor her massively strong opponent. Rhonda kept circling to her right, trying to isolate Debbie's damaged arm. But Rhonda became too predictable and Debbie was able to connect with her own kick, which landed powerfully against Rhonda's ribs. The pain was excruciating and froze Rhonda for a split secong. But that was all the time her foe needed. Debbie bull-rushed Rhonda and forced her against the ropes. Now it was Debbie's turn to show the power of her knees, which thudded powerfully against Rhonda's unprotected core. The fourth hurt, the fifth penetrated, the sixth started Rhonda on a downward trajectory and the seventh, aimed at Rhonda's abs nevertheless, exploded against Rhonda's magnificent rack. As her mammaries compressed against her chest, a blood-curdling scream left Rhonda's mouth. Debbie wasted no time and even with her damaged left arm this champion weightlifter was able to hoist Rhonda above her head. In the exact same motion as if she were dropping a bar loaded with weights after a tournament-winning clean and jerk, Debbie dropped Rhonda to the canvas. Eight or nine feet down Rhonda flew. Debbie repeated the move, lifting and then dropping her foe. The sound of Rhonda hitting the canvass after this move was like the crack of a rifle. Debbie stood over Rhonda, who lay motionless on the mat, debating whether to repeat the move once more or whether to try to end the match . This momentary hesitation allowed Rhonda to snake her legs around Debbie's and bring the black Canadian crashing to the mat. Debbie landed on her left shoulder, right where Rhonda had focused her attack earlier in the match. Now, to everyone in the audience's complete surprise, it was Debbie who was screaming in pain. The two topless gladiators lay on the mat, each trying to battle through her own agony. Rhonda showed her mental and physical toughness by quickly rising to her knees and moving to where her foe lay. She was able to secure a figure four leg log on her downed opponent. Rhonda lay back, pressuring the hold. Rhonda arched her back adding pressure and casuing considerable pain to her Canadian foe. The sight of these two amazons was stunning, each covered with a petina of sweat, their fabulous naked chests pointing straight up. Debbie's face was a mask of agony, her ever present smile replaced with a scowl that showed the pain her lower extremities were experiencing. Soon Debbie was moaning in pain as she fought valiantly but fruitlessly to escape this pai- inducing hold. Rhonda lay back, arching her muscular body to cause even more pain. Sexual excitement surged through her as she now dominated another opponent. She started playing with each of her already rock-hard nipples, further exciting herself. Many in the audience were experiencing the same feelings -- and releases -- at the sight of this magnificent specimen of womanhood so clearly in control and yet so clearly enjoying the pain she was inflicting. Debbie valiantly held on even as her cries of agony filled the arena. Rhonda knew she had her foe on the verge of submitting. She continued pressuring the hold and playing with her nipples. Just as she thought Debbie would submit, Rhonda's legs started cramping. As Rhonda tried to adjust the hold and secure the immenent victory, Debbie was able to kick out and break the hold. The two warriors stumbled to their feet, each limping as they fought the cramps and the injured knee respectively. As if by unspoken agreement, each returned to her corner to gulp some water. Rhonda looked up and saw that this titanic battle was almost 25 minutes old. She reflected that only Candi had taken her this far. Rhonda poured the last of her water over her sweat-covered torso. Her body simply glowed with power. Debbie then did the same. What amazing femine beauty and power was on display. Clearly two atheletes at the tops of their games. Again, almost simulataneously, the two valkyries approached. Debbie again smiled at Rhonda, "You are beautiful when you are fighting." Rhonda was again taken aback by her foe's friendliness but did not respond. Knowing that her foe was hurt but still incredibly powerful, Rhonda attacked. She launched a series of low kicks at her black foe's wounded right knee. As Debbie brought her arm down to defend, Rhonda sent a spin kick crashing dircetly into Debbie's jaw. The sound was deafening. To Rhonda's surprise, Debbie did not collapse but did stagger back. Rhonda charged and threw a forearm into Debbie's muscular upper chest. Debbie staggered back further. Rhonda repeated the move and Debbie retreated to the ropes. Rhonda was shocked that her foe was still standing and prepared to unleash another thunderbolt. But Debbie beat her to the punch, literally, as a right uppercut landed half on and half above Rhonda's sopping thong. Now it was Rhonda's turn to scream in agony and retreat. Knowing that she could not withstand many more such blows, Rhonda circled warily. Then Rhonda moved in and locked up, trying for a judo hip throw. Counting on the damage she had inflicted on Debbie's knees impacting her power, Rhonda engaged in this test of power that she had so decisively lost previously. But Rhonda's fight instincts proved correct. For seemingly a full minute, the two adversaries were locked in a standstill as each tried to toss her topless opponent. Each muscle -- from arms, to back, to legs were fully engaged in this titanic battle as each fighter realized that the fight was entering its final stages. Each had endured too much pain and severe blows to go on much longer. Finally, Rhonda's endurance and training paid off as she gained leverage and was able to throw her massive black opponent. The two went tumbling to the mat, and Rhonda quickly grabbed Debbie's injured left arm, trying for a match-ending arm bar. Debbie managed to use her right arm to hold her left and the two amazons jockeyed for position. Sweat poured of these two beauties as one tried to win and one tried to not lose. Never had Rhonda fought a foe so determined and so strong. She could not believe that she could not secure this hold given her dominant position. Sensing the futility of trying for the arm bar and not wanting Debbie to gain strength or confidence, Rhonda shifted to a full mount. Quickly she transitioned this hold to a grapevine. Rhonda's legs fought Debbie's. Rhonda brought Debbie's left arm straight out as the injured limb could not resist. Debbie bucked and tried to bridge but Rhonda was finally able to secure Debbie's right arm. Now Rhonda was lying on top of her opponent, her legs driving Debbie's wider and wider, her arms securing her foes extremities, and her massive chest compressing her black foes' mammaries. The fans did not know what to watch, the muscles bursting through Rhonda's arms and back, the muscles on full display as her legs continued to widen Debbie's, Debbie's barely covered crotch, or the apparent battle of the boobs. Debbie valiantly held on. Rhonda got wetter and wetter and she knew she would win momentarily. Debbie tried everyithing, from bucking to bridging, to focusing on one limb, to trying to move all four at once. Rhonda sensed her foe weakening, which served to fuel her sexual excitement. Debbie was able to arch enough to get her right shoulder briefly off the mat but Rhonda exerted full force and sent it slamming back to the mat. Rhonda thrust her legs out wide, taking Debbie's muscular limbs out to an unnatural angle. Debbie whispered softly, "I give." Rhonda exploded in orgasmic delight. It was the most intense release she had ever felt. She ground her pelvis against her massive foes and arched her back so that her DDs were no longer compressing her foes' rack but their nipples were grazing, touching caressing. The orgasm was so powerful and continued on as Rhonda looked down to see her vanquished foe smiling once again. Knowing that she was likely to face this opponent again, whether in this tournament or at a future event, Rhonda decided not to humiliate her foe. Also, Rhonda was aware that her second fight was only a few hours away. She needed as much time to recover as possible. As Rhonda rose, she stumbled, now feeling the pain her foe had inflicted, on her abs, on her head, on her shoulders. Only the view of Debbie, still struggling to rise from the beating Rhonda had inflicted gave the defending champion any solice. This clearly was her toughest win. But what a feeling victory brought! Please send comments to dalekelso@hotmail.com.