Battle Royale
By Wrestling Lady, http://www.geocities.com/Colosseum/Loge/5319
Chaos, that's the only way to describe it. There are eight locker rooms
in the POWA's arena, but 3 were already in use, leaving only 5. But
there were 8 wrestlers competing in the Battle Royale, and so chaos
erupted. Wrestlers had to share locker rooms, and considering the rooms
were assigned on a "first come, first served" basis, the pairings were
not always ideal.
Marisol arrived first. This would be her first match since injuring her
foot and so she wanted to have plenty of time to prepare. As the first
to arrive, she was given her own locker room. Once she settled in,
Marisol shooed away the attendants. She was not worried about what she
looked like, focusing all of her attention to her mental preparation.
It had been at few months she had been in the wrestling ring and she
wanted to make certain that she was mentally prepared for her return.
In her last match, she had not only lost the title to Maggie, but
injured her ankle in the process. This would be her first opportunity
to earn another crack at Maggie, and she was determined to make good use
of it.
The next to arrive at the arena was Kim. Although she was a rookie in
only her fourth match, based on her early arrival, she was given the
other private locker room. The young woman, in only her fourth match,
would be facing several of the best wrestlers all at once, and it was a
bit overwhelming for her. She paced back and forth in the locker room,
trying to work off some of her nervous energy as the attendants did
their best to prepare her cosmetically. But her thoughts were only on
one thing and that was not her appearance, it was survival. She didn't
expect to win, but she wanted at least to survive for awhile and make a
good showing.
The next to arrive was ToniAnn, and she was directed to one of the shred
locker rooms, which irked her. ToniAnn viewed herself as one of the
stars, and when she found out that the rookie Kim was given a private
locker room, she hit the roof. To make matters worse, Fire arrived
next, and was assigned to share her locker room. Once she settled in
however, the tension became so thick you could cut it with a knife.
The surly Fire was angered that she had to share with the gorgeous
blonde, but even more perturbed at the attention ToniAnn had begin to
receive from the attendants. Fire constantly harassed them to fix
HER hair or make up HER face or adjust HER suit,
but they ignored her for the most part while working on ToniAnn.
Fire continued to complain, getting louder as time went on and becoming
increasingly disruptive. ToniAnn was actually getting a headache from
Fire's bitching, and though she had kept uncharacteristically quiet for
the first few minutes, she could finally take no more.
"Listen you ugly bitch, if I hear one more word out of you, I'm going to
rip your head off right here!!! Got it?"
Fire and the attendants she was arguing with, froze and fell silent.
Fire looked back at ToniAnn with a puzzled expression on her face. She
was stunned and momentarily unsure how to react. As she came to grips
with ToniAnn's explosion, she grew angry and was about to react before
stopping herself.
She and Helen had talked about ToniAnn over the past few days. In fact
they had talked about most of the other women who would be participating
in the Battle Royale. Helen and Fire had agreed to work together, and
ToniAnn was one of the two other wrestlers Helen was worried about.
Her thoughts were that ToniAnn and Marisol were her two biggest threats,
and so she sought Fire's help to work together on those two. Fire was
so smitten with Helen that she agreed, and was even willing to
sacrifice herself so that Helen would win the Battle Royale. As a
result, Fire would then reap the benefits of Helen's gratitude be
helping her as well. Fire's dislike for Stacey was one issue she
wanted Helen to help her with, and so Helen agreed to work with Fire on
her too. And o rather than create a scene with ToniAnn, Fire let the
outburst go uncontested, rather than risk jeopardizing her strategy.
But ToniAnn had different motivations. Oh sure, she wouldn't mind
getting in a few shots at her old rival Sunshine, but she had bigger
goals. She was a former champ, although a short lived one, and wanted
to be the new champ. She had not dedicated much effort to her wrestling
in the past year, but with the new owners, bigger salaries and more
opportunities, ToniAnn wanted to put herself right back on top. A win
in the Battle Royale, and the subsequent match against Maggie would
accomplish just that.
In the next room down the hall, Marisa had arrived, and shortly
thereafter Sunshine, so they shared the room. This was an important
night for both of them. Marisa was in a downward spiral, and her
wrestling career was in jeopardy. She had fallen a long way from being
the once long reigning champion who had defended her title 17 straight
times. She had lost to Maggie in her last match, and several few prior
to that. Her motivations were questioned, and there was talk of
throwing her out of the POWA if she didn't improve.
She and Sunshine each quietly prepared themselves for the impending
match, each paying attention only to their own needs. Occasionally a
harried attendant would rush in, work on one of them for a couple of
minutes, but then rush back out to deal with someone else. But both
were attractive women and needed little help to look good, especially
Sunshine.
Sunshine's incentive was also to reincarnate her reputation, though she
was not quite as desperate as Marisa. But since being re-instated, she
had been thrashed by ToniAnn. Though she too wouldn't mind getting in a
few shots to her former partner, it was more important for Sunshine to
restore her reputation as a top contender, rather than being considered
nothing more than ToniAnn's punching bag.
And the last two to arrive were Stacey and Helen. With the two of them
sharing a locker room, fireworks were sure to arrive. The two had
wrestled against each other for the Tag Team Championship just a couple
of months before, and so there was no love lost between them. Both also
had very high opinions of themselves, and so the fact that they were
forced to share a locker room with ANYONE, did not go over very well.
But the fact that each shared the same with the other was even more
aggravating.
Stacey began to work on her face right away, just after slipping on her
suit. She needed the extra time to make herself beautiful, so she went
right to work. She thought about her former partner Heather, and wished
she were here to participate, but that was not to be. Stacey was on her
own now, for good. But despite missing her old partner, Stacey was
doing pretty well for herself. She had won all of her singles matches
to this point, and was viewed as one of the favorites to win tonight.
As she made her face over, Helen stood by watching with a look of
contempt on her face.
"That's right, you try to make yourself as pretty as you can. Shit, you
need all the help you can get."
Stacey looked back at Helen through the mirror, without turning her
head.
"Too bad your chicken shit partner ran away. Guess she knew I would
kick her ass anyway." Helen continued to taunt.
But the last remark angered Stacey, especially since Heather were not
there to defend herself. She turned and stood up, facing Helen.
"She could take you any day. And so could I. And tonight, I'm going to
prove it to you!" Stacey shot back defiantly.
But Helen's face turned red with anger, and she pushed Stacey back into
her seat and stood menacingly over her.
"Listen you beanpole. I'm going to toss every one of your sorry asses
out of the ring tonight. But I'm going to have fun with you first, and
then maybe drop you on your head. And then I'm not only going to beat
that old bitch they call the champion, but I'm going to make her suffer
too so that everyone will realize that I am the true champion!"
Stacey glared back at Helen but realized that it was pointless to get
into a fight now. Time was running down, and she needed to prepare for
the match. So Stacey turned back toward the mirror and began to massage
oil onto her long, shapely legs.
This would be the first Battle Royale any of these women had ever
competed in, and it promised to make for an entertaining evening. Sure,
6 of the "wanna-be" wrestlers had competed in a similar arrangement for
the first match of the evening, but this battle would put 8 experienced
wrestlers in the ring at the same time, and the last one standing would
earn the right to wrestle against Maggie for the title. As each made
their final preparations, they were called to enter the arena.
It was decided that they would be introduced by order of their ranking
in the POWA, and so the attendants rounded up the ladies and got them to
line up in that order. The music began to blare, and the announcer
could be heard from behind the door, introducing the Battle Royale.
Finally it came time to introduce the wrestlers, and the door flew open
as he exclaimed, "Our first contestant, at 5 foot 4 inches tall and
weighing 145 pounds......KIM!!!"
Kim ran nervously forward in her black JogBra and Lycra bicycle pants.
Her powerful body had already begun to perspire as she ran forward to
the impassioned cheers of the excited crowd.
"Our next contestant at 5 foot 5 inches tall and weighing 120
pounds....FIRE!!!!"
Fire made her way past the door and up the aisle in her skimpy, black
bikini. It actually was even smaller than the one she had worn for her
last match, with the panty now cut in a Brazilian style, revealing a
fair amount of her butt. The crowd's reaction was a but muted from
Kim's, but they were still in a frenzy.
"And next at 5 foot 7 inches and weighing 140 pounds.....MARISA!!!!"
Marisa ran forward in her orange monokini, waving as she made her way to
the ring.
"Next we have.....at 5 foot 6 inches tall and weighing a curvy 145
pound.....SUNSHINE!"
The crowd now came to life as Sunshine received the loudest ovation to
this point. She blew kisses as she jogged mildly toward the ring in her
pink bikini, her blonde hair blowing behind her. She looked great, and
the crowd appreciated it.
"Our next contestant.....at 5 foot 8 inches tall and weighing a svelte
140 pounds......STACEY!!!"
Stacey trotted forward to a mild eruption from the crowd. Her reaction
was similar to the one Sunshine had received, and she smiled arrogantly
as she made her way forward. She was wearing the same white, dog collar
bikini she had worn in her last match, and looked stunning.
"Next we have.....at 5 foot 3 inches and weighing a sexy 115
pounds.....TONIANN!!!"
The gorgeous blonde jogged seductively down the aisle to the loudest
cheers so far. She waved and stopped along the way to slap hands with
the fans. The lights glistened off of her gold colored, metallic
bikini, and everyone rushed to the aisles to slap hands with her.
"Next....making her return to the ring after a short layoff for
injury.....weighing 145 pounds and standing 5 foot 5 inches tall.....the
vicious....the beautiful.....MARISOL!!!!"
The crowd erupted into the loudest cheer yet. Though Marisol was often
the target of their contempt, her absence had soften them. In fact it
was fairly obvious that her rough, "take no prisoners" style of
wrestling was even appreciated in her absence. The greeting was
welcomed by Marisol, though she did not let it distract her. She
continued to make her way toward the ring in her yellow bikini, trimmed
with silver sparkles.
"And finally....the number one contender.....weighing a seductive 135
pounds on her 5 foot 8 inch frame... the beguiling HELEN!!!!!"
Helen emerged from behind the door, but unlike those before her, simply
strutted slowly toward the ring. The reaction was mixed, and it was
apparent that about half the crowd loved her while the other half hated
her, despite her incredible body and sexy appearance. Helen loved the
fact that she had received the most raucous welcome, even though it was
not the most friendly. She thrived on the cheers, whether they be for
or against her. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally made
her way to the side of the ring and climbed in. She then slowly
strutted around the inside of it, coming within inches of each of the
other wrestlers who were scattered at various places against the ropes
or in the four corners.
Finally the announcer climbed out of the ring, as did Desiree, who had
directed each of the wrestlers to her appropriate starting spot. But
there would be no ref, and the style of wrestling was "anything goes".
After a few tense moments, the bell rang, and the first official Battle
Royale for the POWA stars was under way. The roar from the crowd was
deafening as each of the 8 wrestlers began to make their moves. They
all had a strategy, and it would begin to emerge very quickly.
Surprisingly, Helen slyly backed up and tried to go unnoticed as she
waited for things to unfold in front of her. She was not disappointed
either as Sunshine, who was standing to her right, had begun to move
forward when ToniAnn rushed up alongside her and hit her with a drop-
kick in her side.
Sunshine collapsed to the mat as ToniAnn grabbed hold of her hair and
pulled her back up. She then grabbed onto Sunshine's wrist and flipped
under her arm, trapping it in a painful, standing arm stretch. But
before ToniAnn could apply any further pressure, Helen ran forward and
slammed her knee into the small of ToniAnn's unsuspecting back.
Over the grunts and groans of the 7 other women, ToniAnn's moan of pain
was the loudest. She collapsed to the mat, grabbing at her back, and
freeing Sunshine's arm. Just as Helen expected, Sunshine went right
after the fallen ToniAnn, and so Helen moved on.
She came across Fire and Stacey who were tussling, with Stacey getting
the upper hand. Stacey had Fire pushed back into the corner, and was
preparing to land a knee into Fire's midsection. Fire looked up and
noticed Helen, who was approaching, and she smiled. Expecting Helen to
get there in time to stop Stacey's attack, Fire tried to push herself
out of the corner. But Helen did not make it over in time, and Stacey's
knee crashed into the stomach of the unprepared Fire.
Fire was so confident in her friend's assistance, that she had untensed
her stomach, leaving it very vulnerable. Stacey's knee was extremely
painful as a result, and so Fire drooped back into the corner, clutching
onto her midsection. But Helen did arrive then, and quickly snapped a
full nelson onto the unsuspecting Stacey, from behind.
Helen pulled Stacey upright, her arms trapped above her shoulders, and
waited for Fire to attack. But the diminutive Fire was still coughing
and folded in half against the turnbuckle, unable to retaliate. Even
worse, Stacey was able to kick her foot forward despite being trapped
in the full nelson and punted the tip of her boot between Fire's arms,
ramming it into her soft stomach.
Fire fell to her knees and folded in half, her stomach throbbing as
Helen held Stacey in the full nelson. She carried her across the ring
towards the ropes, and then dumped her body down onto the top rope.
Helen released the full nelson, leaving Stacey's body to fold in half on
the rope, dangling dangerously close to elimination.
Helen reached down for Stacey's legs to grab hold and toss her out of
the ring, but ToniAnn had snuck up behind her and wrapped her arms
around Helen's waist, placing her in a bear hug. Stacey scrambled back
into the ring and dodged away from the kicking Helen who was being
lifted off of the mat by her waist.
Stacey charged back to the corner where Fire remained, and continued to
work her over. Next to them, Marisol was busy tangling with Marisa.
The two Spanish girls were going at each pretty good, exchanging chops
before finally Marisol tripped Marisa and knocked her to the floor.
Marisol then turned to find Kim and Sunshine grappling with each other.
Sunshine had placed Kim in a side headlock, and was preparing to deliver
an uppercut into the trapped rookie's face, but Marisol sent a
roundhouse kick into her rear end, knocking her to the mat.
Kim slowly got upright and caught her breath as Marisa was getting to
her feet. Kim took a deep breath and grabbed a hold of the still bowing
Marisa's hair. She pulled her forward toward the ropes, gathering
momentum a she approached. Finally, just a few inched away, Kim tossed
Marisa forward by the hair, sending her running right at the ropes.
Marisa was unable to stop herself, and her momentum carried her right
over the top rope and sent her tumbling outside of the ring.
The first wrestler was now eliminated, at the hands of the rookie.
Marisol turned to look at Kim in surprise, and shook her softly in
admiration. She then turned right back around and placed the rising
Sunshine into a front headlock. She wrenched her head from side to side
for a few times, and then jerked it swiftly to the side before dropping
to the mat in a forceful bulldog. Sunshine's widespread body landed on
the mat and she moaned softly while Marisol moved on.
Across the ring, ToniAnn was still clutching onto Helen's waist, though
Helen's feet were now on the mat as ToniAnn rested. But the little
blonde then jerked Helen into the air again, leaning back as she pulled
on Helen's midsection, sending the taller brunette's legs sailing up in
front of her. But as ToniAnn dropped Helen back down, she fell to one
knee, pulling ht other out in front of her. She then rammed Helen's
groin into her outstretched knee in a painful Atomic Drop. Helen's
mouth fell open and a gasp squeaked out of her mouth before she fell
over and onto her side.
ToniAnn got to her feet, but Kim had snuck up behind her and grabbed
hold of her wrist. Kim began to toss the petite ToniAnn around in a
circle, but ToniAnn was able to clutch onto Kim's wrist as well. After
spinning ToniAnn for two full revolutions, Kim attempted to toss her
forward toward the ropes. But ToniAnn was able to plant her feet and,
using her momentum and the firm grip she had on Kim's wrist, reversed
the attempt and instead sent Kim racing toward the ropes.
The surprised rookie found herself running toward the ropes, but was
able to put her arms up and grab hold of them. Little did she know
however, that ToniAnn was racing up behind her. The blonde wrapped her
arm around Kim's neck and began to force her forward and over the top
rope. Kim however, also wrapped her arm over ToniAnn's head, and as the
two struggled, they both eventually wound over the top rope, their
tangled bodies hurdling towards the hard floor outside the ring.
The somersaulted in midair until finally, Kim's body ended up on the
bottom and hit the concrete floor as ToniAnn landed directly on top of
her. The smacking sound of her skin striking the hard floor was
impossible to miss as Kim felt the pain shoot through her body. ToniAnn
was in much better shape however, as Kim's bulky body had cushioned her
fall.
But regardless, both had been eliminated, and when ToniAnn realized
that, she was incensed. She pushed herself up onto her feet and began
to kick her foot over and over into the dazed Kim's stomach. Kim tired
to curl into a ball as the frenzied blonde assaulted her before finally
some security guards ran over and carried ToniAnn away.
Back in the ring, only 5 women remained, though the action was heating
up. Stacey had been working on fire the entire time, and was now racing
across the ring, towing Fire along by the hair. Reaching the opposite
end, the statuesque Stacey hurled the bruised Fire's head at the
turnbuckle. Fire's head ricocheted off of it like it was made of rubber
before her bikini clad body crumpled to the floor in the corner.
Satisfied at the damage she had done to her rival, Stacey turned her
attention elsewhere.
Marisol meanwhile was tangled up with Sunshine against the side ropes.
The pretty Puerto Rican had Sunshine trapped in a chicken wing, her arm
trapped painfully behind her back. Marisol continued to apply more
pressure to the hold, but Helen had snuck up behind her, and quickly
placed her in a choke hold. Marisol at first kept the chicken wing on
Sunshine as she was being choked, but Helen was jerking her head back so
hard that she had to release it.
That allowed Sunshine to turn and face her attacker, who was now trapped
in the choke. Sunshine reached down and grabbed hold of Marisol's legs,
despite her kicking attempts to avoid that. Sunshine secured her grip
around the back of Marisol's knees, and together with Helen, began to
swing Marisol's parallel body back and forth.
Stacey was now approaching, and so Helen gave Sunshine a look to see if
she were thinking the dame thing, pitching her head slightly toward the
approaching Stacey. Sunshine smiled in agreement, and together they
tossed Marisol's body directly at Stacey, sending the two of them
tumbling to the mat in a tangled mass.
Sunshine stood by smiling as Marisol wriggled angrily to free herself
from Stacey. She was so incensed that she began to attack Stacey,
pinning her to the mat before beginning to pummel her. But as Sunshine
looked on, unsuspectingly, Helen was coming right at her.
The despicable brunette became airborne just as Sunshine turned, and
landed a drop kick right on the side of her face. Sunshine's entire
body flipped backward, her feet sailing back and over her head as she
flipped to the mat while holding onto her head. It was a brutal kick,
and knocked the sense out of Sunshine, who curled into a ball.
Noticing that Marisol was still working on Stacey in the middle of the
ring, and Fire was just now beginning to get to her feet in the corner,
Helen moved toward Sunshine. She grabbed a handful of her hair and
yanked her off of the canvas, pulling her violently to her feet.
Judging by the vacant expression on her face and the blank stare,
Sunshine was out of it. But that didn't stop Helen, who hauled her over
to the side before dropping her throat down against the top rope.
Helen then pressed all of her weight down onto the back of Sunshine's
neck, choking her against the top rope. Sunshine's body bounced up and
down as it dangled off of the ropes, her arms hanging limply at her
sides and swaying back and forth. By this time, Fire had gotten to her
feet and shaken the cobwebs which Stacey was responsible for. She
grabbed hold of Sunshine's ankles, pulling her feet off of the mat
until her body was now horizontal. Helen continued to choke her against
the top rope, but then grabbed her by the hair as Fire pulled her legs
back in toward the center of the ring.
As Fire held her up by the ankles, Helen was maliciously holding her
only by the hair. They back pedaled until Fire and Helen were standing
directly across from each other, a few feet away from the ropes. They
then began to swing the tortured body of Sunshine back and forth,
gradually gaining height as they built momentum.
The crowd began to cheer loudly as Sunshine's body twirled up and then
down on either side of her two attackers. Her head was in agony from
where Helen was clutching onto her hair, and she prayed that she would
be tossed soon to relieve the pain. Finally Helen picked her head up
and shouted,
"ARE YOU READY?"
To which the crowd answered back weakly, "Yeah!"
Helen shook her head, obviously annoyed at the poor showing.
"I SAID....ARE YOU READY?!?!?!?!"
But this time the reaction came back loud and clear.
"YYEEAAHH!!!!!"
So Helen now grabbed hold of Sunshine's hair with only one hand while
continuing to swing her body. She then held her free arm up over her
head and lifted one finger, to which the crowd screamed,
"ONE!!!"
As Sunshine's body completed another full swing, Helen held up another
finger and the crowd responded,
"TWO!!!"
After the next full swing, Helen held up the third finger, and the crowd
replied,
"THREE!!!!"
To which Fire and Helen released to beautiful blonde and sent her aching
body sailing high into the air, over the top rope and way out of the
ring. She had so much momentum that Sunshine's actually sailed well
past the concrete area, her sweaty, bruised body landing in the lap of
two of the men sitting at ringside. They tried to cradle her in their
laps, but she slipped off of them and landed in a heap at heir feet.
Fire was excited at the feat, and ran over Helen to give her a high
five. Helen was leery of showing any signs of collusion, but decided
to give the high five to Fire anyway. So now they were down to four
wrestlers, and they turned their attention to Marisol and Stacey.
Both were by the opposite side of the center of the ring with Stacey
lying on her stomach and Marisol standing on her back, trapping the
pretty girl in a painful Surfboard. They had watched the two team up to
toss Sunshine out of the ring, and knew that they would now be coming
for them. Helen walked up in front of them as Marisol kept hold of
Stacey's two wrists, tugging on her arms.
Stacey looked up, but she had more important things to worry about than
Helen, like the fact that Marisol was trying to detach her arms from the
rest of her body. Marisol looked straight ahead at Helen and muttered,
"Coward".
But just at that moment, Fire snuck up behind her and rammed her elbow
down into the small of Marisol's back. The unsuspecting Marisol grunted
and bowed forward, her arms fell to her sides and she released her grip
on Stacey. Helen moved in quickly and placed her in a front headlock,
wrapping her arm around Marisol's throat. "Coward, huh? Well we'll see
what kind of coward I am after I make a mess out of you, you foreigner!"
Helen chided Marisol. Marisol was still standing on Stacey's back
however, so both of them were now in pain.
Helen dragged Marisol forward by the head, causing her to walk off of
Stacey's back. This left Stacey all to Fire, who happily accepted the
task, while Helen went to work on Marisol. Helen forced Marisol's head
down further until she trapped it between the sides of her knees,
squeezing her legs together to hold it in place. She then dropped to
her knees, ramming Marisol's face into the mat, painfully.
Marisol's body was now face down and outstretched in front of Helen, who
still trapping her head between her knees. Helen looked down at the
former champion and smiled, knowing she was in control. She took a few
seconds to catch her breath as the crowd roared. Helen looked down at
Marisol's back, her tanned skin slick with her own perspiration, her
back separated by the crease of her spine. Her yellow butt was facing
straight up too, but was also damp with perspiration. Marisol was in
great shape, but nothing prepares a woman for a wrestling match, except
a wrestling match.
Helen then glanced across the ring and saw Fire lifting Stacey off of
the mat by the hair. Helen smiled confidently. She had Marisol right
where she wanted her, and Fire and Stacey would take care of each other.
It was now just a matter of time before she would have them all out of
the ring. But she wanted to put an exclamation point on her victory,
and what better way to do that, than to dominate Marisol.
So Helen lifted her hands up over her head and joined her hands together
in a fist. She held them there for several seconds, allowing the
cheering crowd a long view of her spectacular body, now fully extended
and on display. Her large chest jutted straight out in front of her,
her sinewy arms raised over her head, her sculpted midsection fully
extended. The crowd roared in anticipation as Helen turned to both
sides and smiled before dropping forward and ramming her combined fists
into the middle of Marisol's back. Marisol let out a yelp as the sting
from the blast permeated throughout her body. Helen was now stretched
on top of her, her legs cleverly covering her shoulders to help keep her
down.
Meanwhile, Fire had rammed Stacey's head into the turnbuckle, and had
tossed her back into the corner. Fire then planted her foot into
Stacey's stomach and grabbed her wrist, pulling them both toward her.
AS Fire fell backward, Stacey's long arms were pulled forward while her
stomach was mashed into the corner. As Fire fell, she pulled Stacey
into a flip and sent her body soaring into a somersault before crashing
to the mat, fully extended.
Stacey landed just inches away from where Helen and Marisol were lying,
but it made no difference. Stacey was too dazed to do anything, and
Helen and Marisol were too tangled to do anything either. In fact, Helen
was in the process of Kneeling upright onto Marisol's shoulders and
positioning herself for a Boston Crab. She grabbed hold of Marisol's
calves, wrapping her arms around them, and then began to pull her legs
back.
Marisol knew what was coming, but was powerless to prevent it. She had
some fight left in her, but she couldn't get free to use it. Helen
continued to pull back on Marisol's legs, arching her trapped opponent's
back into a painful contortion. Fire meanwhile had gotten to her feet,
but rather than go straight for Stacey, she walked around in front of
Marisol. And looked down at her now curled midsection.
Fire smiled at Helen and then let loose with a depraved kick into
Marisol's vulnerable and fully extended stomach. Marisol let out a
scream like she had never before. The pain was excruciating, and took
whatever fight she had left in her. The sinister brunette's had
successfully debilitated Marisol, and now it was just a question getting
her out of the ring.
Fire turned her attention back to Stacey a Helen released her grip on
Marisol's legs, dropping them to the mat. Marisol laid there like a
corpse, the only movement was the heaving of her body from her deep
breathing. Helen was now satisfied, and got to her feet, standing over
the grieving Marisol. She grabbed a handful of her hair and plucked her
off of the mat.
Judging by the contorted expression on Marisol's face as she rose, she
was in great pain. Helen lowered her shoulder beneath Marisol's chest
and rammed it into her midsection as Marisol let out a loud, "OOOFF".
Helen then straightened up, carrying the battered woman on her shoulder.
She began to walk around to all four sides of the ring, slowly and
deliberately, displaying her trophy to the cheering masses.
Meanwhile, back in the center of the ring, Fire had pulled Stacey up
onto her feet and was preparing to go back to work on her. She grabbed
Stacey by the arm and tried to toss her back into the corner, but the
taller and stronger Stacey stood her ground, instead tossing Fire in
that direction as well.
The crowd cheered as Fire crashed into the corner, Stacey taking deep
breaths to try and rejuvenate herself. Helen continued her parade
around the ring, but Stacey went right to work on Fire. She charged in
and immediately lifted her knee into Fire's belly, over and over.
Fire's more risqué cut suit revealed much more of her body, and all of
it jiggled freely with each connection of Stacey's knee into her tummy.
Stacey seemed determined to keep trying until she was able to physically
impale her knee into Fire's fleshy stomach. Each blast caused Stacey's
leg to momentarily submerge into the soft flesh of Fire's tummy before
she pulled it away, only to ram it forward again. Finally,
after what seemed like an eternity, Stacey backed way, leaving Fire to
disintegrate to the canvas in the corner.
Just at that time however, Helen stood in the center of the ring,
directly in front of the ropes, and bowed her head, sending Marisol
rolling off of her shoulders and tumbling onto the ring apron, where she
seemed to bounce and then roll forward again, onto the cold, hard floor.
Helen lifted her arms in the air in a sign of victory, but Stacey was
not impressed. She knew Helen was not aware that she had just pummeled
Fire, and so she had a momentary advantage. As quietly as she could,
Stacey snuck up behind Helen as the crowd began to cheer more loudly,
realizing what was happening. Helen simply thrust her arms up higher,
assuming the cheers were for her. But she was shocked when Stacey came
from directly behind her, and wrapped her arms in Front of Helen's, and
then quickly clasped her fingers together behind Helen's head.
Stacy now had Helen trapped in a full nelson, and the crowd erupted.
Helen erupted as well, thrusting her body in every possible direction to
break the hold. But Stacey was sure to lock it in place, and so there
was no escape. Helen's body was now on display once again, but this
time unintentionally. Her arms were trapped up above her shoulders, and
her large chest now jutted out in front of her, even more than before.
It was actually quite an impressive sight, the perspiration on Helen's
body accented her curves and muscles.
But it was not what she had in mind as Stacey forced her forward and
toward the corner. As they reach it, Stacey jumped up, forcing her
upper body to press downward, thereby ramming Helen's face into the
turnbuckle. Stacey then quickly released the hold, but grabbed two
handfuls of Helen's thick, black hair. She pulled her head back, and
then repeatedly began to ram Helen's head into the turnbuckle.
The brunette's head looked as if it were on a spring as it lifted back
and then bobbed downward, her face mashing into the turnbuckle over and
over. The crowd roared as Helen's body became rubbery and began to
flail around wildly.
Meanwhile, Fire had gotten her senses back and slowly and painfully
pushed herself up into the corner. She noticed the action going on
across the ring and knew she had to do something. So she pushed herself
forward and began to make her way across the ring. The crowd again
picked up on it and began to rumble. This time Stacey picked up on it
however, and turned to see Fire approaching. She tried not to be
obvious, and Fire did not catch her.
So as Fire reached within just a few inches, took a quick step straight
back, and rammed her elbow into the pit of Fire's stomach. Fire yelped
and fell to her knees while Helen collapsed into the corner, her arms
draped over the top rope and holding her up.
The crowd roared their approval as Stacey felt a sense of relief. She
had now gotten both Helen and Fire off of her back, literally. She then
reached down and grabbed handful of the kneeling Fire's hair, and yanked
her onto her feet. She then tossed her into the corner so that Fire was
now leaning up against Helen's back, the two partners collapsing
together into the corner.
Stacey backed into the center of the ring and dropped to her knees. She
was exhausted and hurt, but happy to have a minute to catch her breath.
She knew that she would not have this luxury for long, so she tried to
enjoy it and revive herself as much as she could. She took another
minute or so, but then thrust her arms over her head in a sign of
celebration as the crowd roared. She then slowly pushed herself up onto
her feet and began her trek back toward the corner.
Fire was still lying on top of Helen's back as Stacey approached and
grabbed her by the arm. She pulled Fire off of Helen and backed her up
a few feet. Stacey then slowly walked around in front of Fire and
lowered her shoulder beneath her midsection. Bending her knees, Stacey
then gradually lifted Fire up onto her shoulders, the petite brunette's
body stretched across them.
Stacey straightened up and steadied herself before she started to make
her way toward the side of the ring. Helen however now pushed herself
out of the corner. She had obviously waited for a moment just like
this, and now she took advantage of it. As Stacey stood with her arms
wrapped around Fire, who was stretched across her shoulders, Helen raced
forward and became airborne as she approached Stacey.
The pretty, but exhausted Stacey's eyes widened like a deer in the
headlights as Helen's feet rushed toward her midsection. She let out a
loud grunt as Helen's drop-kick connected in her gut, and she tumbled to
the mat, dropping Fire off of her. The crowd again screamed as Helen
got to her feet and walked over to the fallen Stacey.
"How did that feel beanpole? Next time you want to talk big before a
match, make sure you can back it up in the ring!"
Helen than backed into the corner and stood there, her arms stretched
across the ropes as she watched the two struggle to get to their feet.
Fire pushed herself up, using Stacey's body. Stacey however grabbed
hold of Fire's arm and began to pull herself up as well. The two
exhausted wrestlers both got to their feet together, and almost seemed
to be leaning on each other as they continued to struggle pathetically.
Their momentum carried them towards the ropes where their bodies both
fell against them. Helen looked on in amusement, the charades seemingly
for her enjoyment.
It was obvious they were both exhausted and in pain, but they continued
to battle, each trying to toss the other out of the ring. Helen stood
on and watched for a few seconds, and then decided it was time to end
this. She walked up behind the two of them and grabbed an ankle of
each.
"Sorry honey, but someone's got to win" Helen said sympathetically to
Fire.
"And as for you beanpole, Happy Landings!"
She then took a deep breath, and with a mighty grunt, pulled each leg up
high enough so that she could force them over the top rope, sending the
two embattled warriors out of the ring together.
The crowd roared as both of their bodies slammed against the cold, hard
floor and Helen raised her hands over her head. She ran to the corner,
jumped up onto the middle rope, and again lifted her hands over her head
in celebration.
Helen was victorious, while Stacey and Fire were both a crumpled mess
outside of the ring. Fire was in tremendous pain, but she was
nonetheless happy for Helen. She didn't care that she did not win, nor
did she care that Helen had tossed out of the ring. All that she cared
about was that Helen was happy, and that made Fire happy. And the
celebration would be incredible.
Stacey meanwhile was in agony, and started to cry. Her long, thin body
was wracked with pain. But even worse that that, she knew that she
deserved to win, and she hadn't. Fire had interefered again and made
her miserable. It just seemed that no matter what, Fire always got in
the way. And even now, when she was laying on the hard concrete floor,
with the eyes of thousands of people staring at her, Fire was laying
right next to her.
Helen knew that she couldn't have won without Fire's help, but that
didn't matter to her now. She felt no guilt for tossing her out of the
ring, though she was thankful for Fire's assistance. But the only thing
that was important right now was that Helen would get her shot at Maggie
and then resume her rightful place as champion.