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Chapter one

Prologue

Shweta vs. John

There she was, her dusky oiled skin glistening in the sunset, sitting in front of a crew full of ogling maniacs, this was the boldest shoot she had done with only a skimpy bikini that covered just the right places, but she was confident, she had been working hard to get in shape, her six pack abs promoting themselves to the camera, she wasn't overly muscular but had all the muscles in the right places, about 5'6, she was a sight to behold, she had a finely chiseled face, her nose slightly bent but that only added to her appeal, her long jet black hair hung down to her back as she posed for the camera. “just one more shot, there we are done, I think we have the shot, good job everyone” and just like that the shoot was over, after the obligatory goodbyes she proceeded home.

Home was a quiet place, her parents had taught her to be fiercely independent she lived alone and only had a butler named Alfred, who was also her manager, so to speak, as he looked after all her appointments and commitments, her home was modest, a comparatively small to the rest of the mansions in her area, but she had what she needed and she was happy with it, Now today was a special day, a day she had been training hard for the past 5 months, it was her biggest challenge yet, you see she had rather peculiar interest in fighting, more so fighting big hulking men, she didn't care if she won or lost, she did it because she loved the competition, for the men it was a no loss deal. If thew win they get a predetermined sum of money and if they loose they get nothing, before every match there was contract drawn out, detailing the nature of the fight and the sum of money, and five months were given as preparation time to both of the contestants, to get in shape for the fight, this fight was a one fall pro wrestling match, only instead of a ring there was hard cold floor with no matting, so that means there is nothing to break your fall, she had wrestled like this before, and taken

a pounding, but won it in the end with some smart maneuvering, she always fought men with previous fighting experience, so as to make it a more interesting challenge and ensuring that the men don't go easy on her, video clips of previous fights were shown to the men, so that they know that she is not going to be playing around, she expected a tough fight but a fair one, and in case any fighters get rowdy, there was always a back up, Alfred, who had years of fighting experience under his belt, and was also her trainer, he was as warm and loving to her as a lover, but when training her, he was strict and cold and he trained her hard to be in shape for each fight, todays fight was no different, it was to be her biggest opponent yet, 6'2 and a mass of mean muscle from head to toe, he was a bouncer at a local club she visited and just to test him got into a argument with him, satisfied she challenged him to a match, though he was slightly taken aback, he accepted. “One more. Shweta, yes come on, one more, good girl, now take five, and we will do one more set of this before he arrives” Alfred's words rung in hear as she was lifting weights.”Today is going to be a big day” she thought.

Dressed in a tracksuit and a white t-shirt, her challenge arrived, he had been a former wrestler, drugs and alcohol had been his downfall, now sober for over two years and with a steady job as a bouncer, he had been living quite well till shweta came along, he at first found it strange that a woman was challenging him but the amount of money that was involved got him interested, he had his reservations about going hard on her but after watching the tapes she sent him, he knew she wasn't kidding around and she herself had been in many fights and was vastly experienced, she had fought jobbers, boxers, muay thai, one thing was sure she definitely knew her way around the ring. “Welcome, john” Alfred extended his hand to meet his as they shook hands. Alfred then proceeded to take him downstairs where the match was to take place, Alfred showed him around, it was an big empty room with just walls and no windows and the peculiar thing was the entire room was painted white, even the marble flooring was white.”now nothing left to do”, john thought. “you got yourself into this, now its time to fight”

The Fight

Shweta came into the room wearing a very skimpy short pant, that served to outline her buttocks, she also wore a matching red top which started and finished it seemed at the edge of her breasts, she wore black gloves and matching black knee and elbow pads, she had tied back her hair into a high pony and dusky skin gave of highlights as the light bounced of her oiled skin.

John had changed into a pair of purple shorts and wore black elbow and knee pads. Both of them were wearing black boots.

Alfred called both the fighters to the center of the ring, “Right now shake hands, and I want a good clean fight, no low blows, no chokes. Got that? Good now I will the room to you too, before I go I want you both to know, I will be watching the entire fight in the other room, and this fight is going to be recorded, right now you may fight”

Both the combatants looked at each other for a while, sizing each other up in their minds and after what seemed like an eternity both of them locked dead center on the floor in a test of strength. There was no clear winner in this test of strength both of them not giving an inch, shweta made the first move as she connected with a boot to the mid-section, john shook back a little allowing shweta to get him in a side headlock, now if john had underestimated shweta's strength before he wasn't now, her powerful arms pouring on the pressure on the side of his head, now he would be lying if john wasn't enjoying getting pressed into shweta's breasts but he knew he had to get out of the hold quickly, “Are you enjoying this. Big boy?” Taunted shweta but john kept quiet. Wrapping his arms around her waist john lifted shweta off the floor and tried to suplex her hard but shweta saw it coming and countered it by rolling and landing on her feet, she followed it up by a swift kick to the back of johns right leg which dropped him onto one knee and powerful punch to the back later, he was lying face down into the floor, shweta quickly maneuvered over his back and got him in a camel clutch. Shweta pulled back at johns head with all her might, john screamed it pain it felt like his body was being bent out of proportion. “Give up yet, big boy?' John biting through immense pain replied “screw you!”. “we have a fighter, I see” shweta poured on even more pressure bending his head farther back putting john in more agony he felt like his back was about to break, mustering all his strength john pulled hi body forwards, causing shweta to land back first into the hard floor, john saw shweta land with a thud but all he could hear was slight groan, and she was already getting up to her feet, now john knew he had to get up first, he mustered all his strength once again and manged to get up groggily and his back was still hurting from the intense camel clutch shweta had just made it to her knees when john in a move of desperation drove his knee straight into her face, shweta saw the knee coming but couldn't do anything in time to stop it, the knee connected right underneath her jaw, the force of the impact snapping her head backwards, john followed this up with a kick to shweta's lower back, shweta felt the kick hit right above her hips and cried out in pain and slumped forward. “Payback time” john out his leg square in the middle of shweta's back grabbed her arms and yanked her backwards, “now the camel clutch is a nice move, but this is better” John said tauntingly. Shweta felt john's black boot on her back and it felt like a ton of bricks were placed on her back, her hands felt as if they are gonna come out their sockets, “now if it were me, I would just yell screw you but I suggest you give up” John remarked, Shweta Though intense pain replied “Sc..re.w You!” John slightly irritated began pouring on more pressure he began moving his foot towards shweta's lower back, with each inch the pain kept increasing, irritated john let go of the hold and stomped shweta's back a few times, for shweta it felt like bricks raining down her back, “hmmm, you are a real fighter I will give you that, but lets see how you like this,” John locked shweta's legs with his yanked her hands back and raised her in a ceiling hold, shweta saw her vision go from the floor to the ceiling and the pain this time on her back was tremendous, Shweta was loosing the fight and she knew she had to do something to get back in the fight.

It had been a whole minute since shweta had been in the ceiling hold, john finally tiring of keeping shweta on his arms and legs finally let her go, john could feel he was in the hunt for the money, he had almost got her beat, he saw her slumped face first on the floor exhausted from the pain he had put her through, he got up walked towards her, feeling confident, he already knew the next move he is gonna put her in, the J-bar, a variation of an arm bar he had devised in his early wrestling days, he could almost smell the money, as he grabbed shweta's hair and proceeded to lift her up, he knew she was finished, BIG MISTAKE!!

Out of nowhere shweta unleashed a stinging punch, right into john's abdomen, john was winded he immediately dropped to all fours grabbing his stomach, shweta though clearly in pain got an opportunity to recover, she got to her feet and sent a stinging kick right into johns mid section, john slumped over further, holding his stomach, now he realized the mistake he

made doubting her endurance, shweta picked john up by the hair and showing amazing strength suplexed him to the hard floor, she picked him one more time, and picking him up she put him across her knee in a back braker, it was quite a sight to see, a 5'6 fitness model draping a man twice her height and weight with no problem draping him across her knee, shweta put all her might into the back breaker bending john like a stick, For john it was a combination of shock, amazement and pain that to think he would be draped over a knee of a fitness model like this and feeling pain like he never ever felt in his days of wrestling where he was matched against many a tough opponent, “this girl” he thought knew how to channel her inner strength, and she gained a few notches of respect for his opponent, “but enough talk about respect, now to find a way to get out of this”, he thought. He channeled his years of experience and with his free right hand gave shweta a punch to the left side of her stomach, shweta just grinned and bared it, he repeated it again, she did not budge but just kept pouring on the pressure, she absorbed blow after blow, three, four, five, by the sixth punch john saw few signs of pain in shweta's face thats all he wanted, with his last might he punched her again and this time shweta fell to her left side, and john was finally free of the back breaker, but he needed some time recover and so did shweta.

Both the opponents lay on the floor, winded but they knew they had to get up before the other did, both of them slowly began stirring, got to their knees, and finally to their feet almost at the same time, for a moment both their eyes were fixed on each other, and then they rushed towards each other and locked shoulders, then the mayhem started, both raining punches and kicks on each other, john connecting with a big right to the midsection, shweta replying with a kick to johns hamstring which dropped him on his knee, as shweta tried to follow it with a punch to the face, john blocked it and for a moment their eyes locked onto each other, shweta knew what was coming next, john threw a punch right at shweta's stomach which she easily blocked but the real punch was coming from the other side which shweta did not predict a solid left connected on shweta's jaw and for a moment she was seeing stars, john then drove a knee straight into her lower abdomen, which made her weak in the knees and finally a uppercut which snapped her head backwards and she fell to the floor, shweta saw herself falling to the floor and for a moment she thought, that maybe this is her first loss, that the fight was over, but something inside her didn't want to loose, she thought of Alfred, and the years of training he had given her, and how to control her mind to channel her energies

when she was loosing in a fight, using the that knowledge, shweta shook off the cobwebs, just in time to see johns foot coming down her stomach, she couldn't stop the first stomp and absorbed it, john felt amazed that even after such a long match her muscles hadn't tired and she had the power to absorb impact, the second stomp shweta caught, and replied with a leg sweep, that bought john down to the floor, shweta climbed on top of john and started raining punches, john replied with some of his own, both fighters rolling on the floor and trading punches to each others chest and midsection's, john caught shweta with a blow to the stomach, shweta replied with her blow to johns stomach, john was amazed that even now her punches felt just as strong a before whereas he was weakening with every blow, john finally manged to get shweta off of her and both of them slowly got to their feet, to his surprise shweta motioned for a test of strength and both of them locked against each other both their muscles bulging and sweat shining off their muscles, john felt himself slowly backing down, he was dropping on his knees, out of desperation he took a page of shweta's own book and leg sweeped her to the floor, shweta landed hard on her back, john seized the opportunity and stomped shweta's stomach a couple of times, then he put her in a backbreaker of his own, laying her out over his knee and bending her with a savage glee.”got you know” john felt confident now but even now shweta was resisting, john fed up dropped her down face first to the floor, for shweta, it felt like she felt like she fell from a mountain as she saw the floor coming close towards her she bought her arms in front of her face and though it absorbed some of the impact, it still stunned her, john took shweta's arm twisted it mercilessly, and put her in a modified arm bar, this was it, he thought no one had withstood his J-bar, his right foot lay on shweta's back and his left foot on one side of her face, and slowly he began pouring on the pressure.

Shweta felt pain throughout her right arm, it felt like a crane was trying to free her arm from her socket,

she stared up at the ceiling, slowly loosing her senses from the intense pain, she felt herself going slowly her eyes started getting heavier, and the room started to blur around her, john saw shweta slowly loosing consciousness, “Any moment now, either she is gonna tap, or pass out” he thought. Shweta fought it hard, even though her brain was shutting down her body, she was not ready to give up, “i haven't lost a match yet, I don't intend to start now, I have faced bigger challenges than this” shweta said to herself. What john saw next shocked

him, with every last ounce of strength in her body, shweta was getting up, John didn't know what to do, he poured more pressure, shweta let out a cry and dropped back, but started getting right back again, once, twice....five, six, she kept getting right back up, the seventh time shweta managed to get on her feet, even though john still had the hold locked, shweta was standing right up, john had never seen this in his wrestling days, his opponents passed right out, he was patented the J-bar, “this isn't happening” he thought.

What shweta did next shocked john to the core, she picked up john from the floor and slammed him right to the floor, john hit his head hard on the floor, and was seeing stars, shweta exhausted collapsed next to john, now both the fighters lay motionless on the floor. John had given it his all, but now he thought he no longer had any strength left, he just lay there motionless, praying that he gets enough time to gather strength, but he looked in horror as shweta began to move, he drained all his strength using it on the J-bar, now he had none left, and shweta somehow, was getting up, first to her knees and then to her feet, she came over and planted a foot on his chest, the kick winded john, she picked him and jumped on to his back, locking her legs on his waist, and her right arm under his chin and her left across his forehead, THE SLEEPER.

“This is it” John thought, “Give up” said shweta “and I will save you the trouble of passing out”

“I would rather pass out” was john's only reply “As you say” and shweta slowly began mounting the pressure, John dropped to his one knee almost instantly, It took him some time to get to all fours but after that john had no clue what happened, shweta felt johns body going limp under her, john slowly slumped to the ground out cold, shweta slumped to the ground and lay there spread eagle, after a while Alfred came into the room, “congratulations mam another victory”