So You're A Wrestler? by Beaker

The two nearly naked women slammed together for what looked like the tenth time in another stunning collision wearing thong briefs and nothing else they had been battling for some fifteen minutes in the middle of a relatively cleared large room there were about a dozen people watching mainly men but there were a three or four women watching the scrap as well. The fighters were a brunette with relatively short hair now plastered to her scalp by sweat her body glistened from the effort she was about thirty five years of age well built clearly used a gym with strong muscle tone and long powerful legs and muscled arms her breasts were clearly firm and up tilted. Her opponent was younger probably mid twenties blonde hair bigger breasts not as physical a presence as her opponent but still tall although she was folding forward at present leaving the brunette looming over her after the punch she had delivered ripped into the blonde's stomach like a knife into butter for at least the tenth time.

The fight was an apartment catfight the two women had never met and had been booked to fight for the entertainment of the audience it was quite a cult underground scene thing. The fighters could make lots of cash the winner would receive a handsome financial prize and that was exactly what the brunette, Suzanne wanted she had been in the business for a few years and had an enviable ten fight win record. She had dominated the younger woman with her powerful punching from the start breaking down the blonde's resistance, frequently dropping her to her knees with thumping body shots. Giving the blonde credit she had kept coming back the cash was a real incentive but she was slowing down and was showing the scars of battle her stomach red and bruising her breasts scratched and there were signs of a black eye developing.

The blonde's name was irrelevant to Suzanne she was an object in the way of another good payday and if the stupid bitch kept getting up she would pummel her even more here she gave her a face full of kneecap that sent her sprawling. The blonde's nose spewed blood and she lay stunned legs apart on the carpet, “Had enough?” asked the brunette before driving the heel of her right foot down firmly on the woman's crotch. The blonde screeched and then whimpered, “Yes stop you win, you win!” as she curled into a ball clutching herself win number eleven was chalked up and another opponent left beaten and bloodied on the carpet. Suzanne took the applause and then slipped into her assigned bedroom to clean herself up showering and slipping into tight jeans and a lose top a must post a fight to let her own breasts recover although the blonde bimbo had only got to squeeze the soft flesh once in this fight.

The door opened in came a man and woman the hosts for the evening he passed Suzanne an envelope her winnings for the night, “Stunning performance hope to see you fight again,” he said, “Yes,” the woman added, “wrestling is such a turn on.” “Don't confuse this with that crap,” snapped Suzanne, “wrestling isn't fighting it's a pantomime fancy hair styles staged insults and staged fighting.” “I don't think so,” said the woman clearly put out by the stinging rebuke adding, “It's what you've just been doing except you get paid a little extra cash for flashing your naked body its almost prostitution.” Suzanne grabbed her by the throat shoved her against the wall and rammed her right knee viciously between the woman's thighs pounding her kneecap against her sexual fun pot, not once but twice before giving each breast a brutal belt with her closed fist.

Released the woman slid down the wall one hand dropping to her wounded sex the other clutched to her chest, “Listen bitch I fight not like them shampooed sluts you see on the telly or prancing around a circus tent in Blackpool , got it?” The woman said nothing nor for that matter did her partner, he had moved to one side almost salivating at the close up and private scrap he was now witnessing. Suzanne grabbed the woman by the hair and fairly well scalped her as she dragged her to her feet, “On the telly the bimbo on the ground holds her wrist otherwise you lose some, punches are pulled! She added hooking a brutal belly blow into the woman into her skirt about the knickers line that folded the woman in half before taking her by the hair again she hurled her across the room on to the bed.

“Never confuse me with those dumb bitches,” snarled Suzanne striding after the woman grabbing her ankles and parting her thighs, “want to feel like that loser does out there?” Without waiting for an answer she slammed her heel into the woman's groin with real malice sending her toppling to the floor into an untidy heap clutching her crotch and whimpering softly. Suzanne turned to the man and said evenly, “You've got the number if you want me again call but don't ever let her confuse what I do again or she'll regret it even more than she does now!” She picked up her bag and strode from the room leaving him to help the battered woman on to the bed, “Bloody bitch,” she sobbed, “I bet I can find a wrestler that can beat her she's just a bully.” “Her record is awesome though unbeaten a brute of a woman that's what they wanted a straight forward fight, you watch the wrestling on TV she's right it can be quite fake,” he tried to comfort her but she shrugged him off, “I'll do it I'll find someone to beat her just you see.”

Her name was Lynne and she was a woman of her word although she stayed in the room for most of the rest of the evening missing the other fight that saw some more hard hitting action as an Oriental female beat another blonde senseless with martial art techniques that completely demolished her opponent leaving her out cold on the carpet. The hostess did see both losers later having had a doctor who was present give them a check up she spoke to the remaining guests about Suzanne discovering that they had seen her fight four times now and on each occasion she had given some poor woman a mauling. One visitor offered to lend a video of some of her fights particularly if they intended organising another event with the woman most believed to be the champion fighter. Lynne did not let on about the activity post the first match and instead accepted the offer and promised another evening soon if she could book the woman a suitable opponent.

“What about Tiger Lily?” asked one referring to the Oriental who had won the second fight, “No she's beaten her already its on the tape take a look,” said the first man and so everyone made their goodnights and departed. Lynne turned to her husband and said, “You enjoyed watching her didn't you?” He looked up, “It was a good fight you know I enjoy it so do you.” “Not that you enjoyed watching her beat me up didn't you?” she snapped, “Well I'll show you I'll find a wrestler that will kick her fat backside right here right in front of you.” “Calm down I wanted to help you she was so fast so strong,” he stammered, “Oh don't whimper it was my fault but you fantasise about me fighting don't you? You were turned on even though she thrashed me admit it?” “Yes alright I was….” He petered out as she stepped astride him and sat on his lap, “I'll learn but first she pays and if I find someone you have to make it worth her while to beat that bitch up as punishment.” He nodded and she pulled out the videotape, “Let's see what else she has been up to then I can find an opponent.” She put the videotape into the machine and selected play settling back to watch the woman who was becoming the focus of all her bad feelings in fight action.

The tape started showing a large room cleared of all furniture except four large settees set against each wall with a couple of dozen people arranged on them or by the walls elegantly dressed. The camera was obviously fixed high in the corner to give a panoramic view of the scene so it was difficult to identify all the people but they knew those they could see from the gatherings they had attended. The man who had lent the tape as obviously the host as he stepped to the centre of the room to announce the entertainment for the evening and two women appeared from opposite sides of the room. “A Texas Taped Fist Fight” announced the host and the two women had tape wrapped around their knuckles allowing closed fist punching without risk to hands and knuckles in what was obviously going to be a rough topless brawl. Lynne was studying Suzanne in a white thong white tape around her hands clearly confident her shoulder length hair tied back in a simple bunch, her opponent was as tall and seemed as physical short cropped blonde hair a blue thong her attire.

It was always the same a blonde was involved, it gave some a buzz to see blondes beaten up and vice versa blondes victorious, for Lynne it was the former every blonde she knew was a little too cock sure of herself a little too glamorous and she always enjoyed seeing them lose. It was a pity it would be Suzanne beating this bimbo up but hopefully it would reveal some weakness in the woman that she could exploit in her quest to beat her, instead she saw ten minutes of complete destruction the blonde was battered to oblivion the style of fight seeming to suit the brunette from the off. They had attended a strap fistfight before essentially anything goes and the limited protection saves broken bones in the hand while inflicting a heavy toll on the opponent. It was certainly true in the fight they were watching the blonde had charged forward at the start and bull dozed Suzanne to the wall and had landed a couple of good body shots before the woman struck back.

An elbow hooked against the side of the blonde's head and as she rocked back three walloping blows were thumped into her stomach in and around the knicker line of the low cut briefs. She folded in half and collected a stunning jumping double knee lift that appeared to almost launch her breasts through her chest and she flew backwards to crash to the carpet before Suzanne gave her the same heel stomp Lynne and the hapless blonde early had received legs parted and kick delivered. This blonde curled up but Suzanne was not finished by a long way a handful of hair dragged the woman to her knees and three sharp blows cracked into her face leaving her stunned and helpless. Suzanne than then toyed with her prey throwing her all around the room while continuing to pound away at her body and breasts before finishing her with a right hook that left her measuring her length on the carpet out cold.

The second match on the tape offered a similar story the same room and clearly some of the same crowd but a different evening, this time Suzanne destroyed the Oriental Tiger Lily in another impressive performance countering the martial arts by getting the woman to the carpet and crashing those powerful fists into her body. The finisher had been brutal the woman had staggered upright and was advancing towards the rampant brunette who simply stood her ground flicking a snap kick to the inside of each of the woman's legs with her own left and then punting a heavy right foot right between her legs. The Oriental had crashed to her knees both hands clasped between her legs as Suzanne's knee sent her to dream land as it cracked into her forehead the seemingly patented heel kick to crotch was not required but delivered anyway to the helpless knocked out woman. “She's good alright,” muttered Lynne's husband, “I don't think you'll find anyone to beat her.” “Oh I will let's watch the last match,” replied Lynne turning her attention back to the video recording.

The third match was in a different venue but with a similar layout and again a crowd of well-dressed spectators, there appeared to be mats arranged around the floor to give a fighting area for the contestants and someone for the match was holding the camera. Suzanne entered first as usual topless with a black thong for this match and for the first time she was also wearing black knee high boots. Her opponent was announced as the wrestling champion Rusty the Rocker a big well built redhead in a white and black swimsuit, tights and wrestling boots. “This will be interesting up against a proper fighter not some hooker out for a quick buck!” sneered Lynne as the commentary continued, “A special challenge apartment fighter v wrestler winner takes all £5000 cash prize.” No wonder there was a crowd and the fighters, “That's a lot of money,” gasped the man realising that was going to have to be the amount he would need to set up another match.

This match was different as there was more attacking by the other woman the wrestler Rusty, a Welsh woman with a fiery temper and long red hair, there was clearly ill feeling between the two Lynne suspected there had been verbal exchanges similar to those she had heard earlier about professional wrestlers. Rusty took Suzanne to the mat via a side headlock hip toss but the topless brawler escaped with an elbow to the ribs and then a punch to the guts. Both rose together and Rusty surprised her opponent with a drop kick that knocked her sprawling but she rolled quickly to her feet as the red head approached before landing another one of those brutal body blows low to the belly. Rusty folded in half and collected a kneecap to the forehead that straightened her up but clearly stunned her and Suzanne levelled her with a forearm across the throat.

Then there followed a demonstration of pure raw power as the wrestler was hauled to her feet by the hair repeatedly and hoisted into the air by a hand between the legs and around the throat or shoulder and viciously slammed to the mats over and over again. From about the fifth slam she was clearly stunned and it was obvious Suzanne was delivering a lesson and a message before she inverted the woman and delivered what a commentator would call a pile driver to render the woman unconscious. Without the matting it would probably have been something much worse but Rusty was clearly beaten and lay flat on her back arms and legs splayed like a starfish. She was clearly out for the count as she barely moved as Suzanne gave her the calling card kick to the crotch before posing one foot on the woman's chest another victory chalked up.

Lynne was silent for a moment the bitch was brutal she had shown no emotion just simple destructive power in obliterating four women, three on the tape and one in front of her eyes and had even barely broken sweat in pounding Lynne herself to the floor. She had to be taught a lesson and so she turned off the TV and went to the study logging to the Internet and surfing for UK wrestling sites. She soon found what she was looking for a Wrestler with contact details offering coaching and matches – Shelby Beach; the woman had an excellent web site even demonstrating a series of submission holds and reports of her matches. Lynne noted the details in particular the fact the woman was a blonde 5'9” with green eyes weighing in at 170 lbs before she compiled an e-mail to the wrestler to see if she would be interested in a little proposition taking particular care to mention the verbal rubbishing Suzanne had uttered about women professional wrestlers before she sent the message. She spent some time considering the note before sending it off to the wrestler's site after viewing nearly all the available information on the site and hoping she had found someone to answer her prayer to deal with the vindictive brawler Suzanne.

The reply came two days lat er with an invitation to call the mobile phone number of the lady wrestler; Lynne with a slight trepidation did and was pleasantly surprised to find herself talking to the woman directly. They chatted for quite a while Lynne explaining what had happened and her desire to see the woman beaten and her own interest spiked in learning to perhaps wrestle herself. Shelby was extremely helpful and they arranged to meet with Lynne invited to bring the videotape to allow a study of the proposed opponent and a promise from the wrestler that Suzanne would pay for her comments about wrestling. They met and a plan started to form and Lynne started to receive some hints and coaching from the grappling girl over the next three months and Lynne even had a bout with another apprentice on the mats to give her match practice, as Shelby called it.

The idea of a match against Suzanne appealed to Shelby from the start she was truly competitive and the woman had rubbished her sport she had asked to borrow the tape but had then said nothing about a contest for a while. Almost three months to the day she raised the subject with Lynne, “I'll fight her for you I did a little investigating basically she's a bully the fight with Rusty the Rocker was a few years ago, Rusty was the bad girl of wrestling and towards the end of her career obviously wanted a decent payday got more than she bargained for. I'm still searching for my peak keep away from the punches and grapple her is the way to do it.” “Okay, when there will be a decent payday,” replied the enthusiastic amateur, “pick a date soon as you can, do you still fancy fighting yourself that evening?” “A wrestling match why not it will get the crowd going,” grinned Lynne.

A little over three weeks later the crowd of fight fans were gathered in the same large room for the regular entertainment, Lynne's husband as the host announced that there would be the usual two fights plus a special bonus to start them off. No one had noticed Lynne slip away as they all moved into the rumble room as it was called; everyone did notice that there floor was now completely covered with blue wrestling mats. All agreed that was an excellent idea and when the host announced it was ideal even for personal training a buzz went round the room. They were all looking for Lynne when she swept in looking trim in a blue swimsuit with blue wrestling boots, “The bonus for you a one fall match featuring our hostess Lynne and Amber, a blonde similar height and build to the brunette hostess came into the room from the other end similar attire but in red.

A buzz of excitement went around the room one of their number was about to do something that all the women had thought of but never dared attempt, the crowd did not notice the other blonde by the door watching the scene. Shelby was keen to see her protégé perform and had found her an opponent of similar experience and standard, as Shelby scanned the room she locked gazes with a brunette with shoulder length hair staring intently at her, Suzanne. A nod of recognition was offered but no response received so Shelby concentrated on the mat as the single fall match was called and started with Amber and Lynne circling slowly to calls of enthusiasm from the crowd notably the women with roughly half supporting the host and half opposed. The two novice wrestlers locked up obviously nervous they started a little push and shove before Amber expertly twisted through Lynne's arms to lock the host into a side headlock. “Now pull her head off,” called one of the women watching but Amber was already twisting to neatly hip toss the brunette to the mat with a little heave to toss the woman to her back. Amber smiled pleased that it had started well she was nervous as hell but starting to relax the crowd were not even noticed by her she was focused on the grapple although she did not follow up quickly and Lynne was able to roll clear and get to her feet.

They locked up again and the blonde was again slightly quicker this time lifting her knee to Lynne's midsection to fold her in half while taking control of her right arm in a wristlock. The brunette was folded forward her right arm outstretched and twisted as Amber held her before she drove her right arm down led by the upper arm across the woman's shoulder driving her to the mat while she continued to control the arm. Leaning across Lynne's back the blonde continued to work on the arm twisting and pulling against the socket as she enjoyed early dominance. Her exuberance at her success though was her undoing leaning further back she suddenly allowed Lynne to twist and shove breaking free of the hold and roll clear. Scrambling to her knees the brunette lunged across the mat grabbing at the blonde, Amber was sat down and suddenly she was grabbed around the head and had a knee shoved into the small of her back as Lynne attempted a sleeper hold.

Amber planted her feet and pushed back hard forcing Lynne to move upwards to maintain the hold as she herself twisted to a kneeling position, then on to one knee with Lynne bent over her. Linking her wrists she was able to jab an elbow to the brunette's navel lifting her to her toes and then a second blow broke the hold, Lynne locked back on her heels air leaving her lungs rapidly as Amber came up and planted her forearm hard across her chest knocking the brunette to the mat. The blonde fell straight back her legs bounced up and she was suddenly caught by the ankles as Amber grabbed her, a sudden flash back caused her to instinctively cover her groin but that played exactly into the blonde's hands as she was able to easily flip Lynne to her stomach and attempt a Boston Crab. Stepping across the brunette and bending her legs under her armpits before leaning back, it was not perfectly applied but it certainly made Lynne squeal much to some of the crowd's amusement.

It looked like Amber had delivered the submission manoeuvre but Lynne with a huge surging effort straightened her legs and toppled the blonde face first to the mats and scrambled clear. Turning quickly she leapt astride the blonde and hooked a hand under her chin and started to pull back while moving to squat across her back then positioning the woman's arms over her own legs and hooking both hands under her chin and leaning back a text book camel clutch. Amber grimaced then cried in pain before slapping the mat in surrender submitting to the well applied hold that Lynne immediately released and then she stood hands clasped over her head in victory as the blonde lay defeated at her feet and half a dozen photos were taken. Lynne was not one to gloat and once the immediate elation of the win was over she quickly moved to help Amber to her feet and they embraced, “good wrestle, we must do that again,” said an enthused Lynne, “yes, I'll get you next time,” said Amber as the crowd gave them a generous round of applause.

Amber went to the bedroom to change getting a consoling pat from Shelby , “Not bad first time you two will enjoy little bouts like that,” the blonde nodded and departed the scene. Across the room Lynne was on her way for a swift freshen up before the main events started when she came face to face with her nemesis, Suzanne, “So you're a wrestler?” she scoffed, “She should of kicked you in the twat when she had the chance!” Lynne decided to brush by but the woman grabbed her shoulder, “Any time you fancy a rematch you call me.” Lynne stopped looked her in the eye and said evenly, “Oh I will but first I'm going to watch you get a real thrashing from a real fighter!” before shrugging free and leaving the room desperate to keep her emotions in check. Suzanne looked round a smile on he face to find he was now the study of an intense look, Shelby Beach was giving her a good glare. Suzanne mouthed, “You're next wrestler!” “Yeah, right bring it on fat girl,” was the clear reply before both retired to prepare for their encounter in a few minutes time.

The crowd settled after some intense conversation about Lynn 's debut, three of the women even cornered Lynne's husband to find out how and where she had found the training, everyone recharged their drinks as the next match was called. Lynne reappeared and found herself the centre of attention for a few moments with congratulations on her performance and the same women wanting details to follow up their own grappling aspirations. They all lived fairly close and so a little gathering was arranged for later in the week to form their own wrestling club discretely away from the men, but for now it was focus on the real mat action with two apartment catfight cum wrestling encounters to view. First up was Sonya against Bernadette a coloured woman against the usual blonde, all boobs and hair that the men seemed to salivate over at these events.

It was a short brutal affair with each woman charging forward and slamming together, hair was pulled punches traded before they tumbled to the mat and rolled apart, the coloured woman to her knees quickly caught her opponent with a crisp clout to the side of the head that sent her sprawling. Up to her feet she stepped forward to stab a kick into the blonde's stomach and as she curled up Sonya grabbed the long mane of blonde hair and jerked her upwards then she launched three swift hooks to the woman's stomach to fold her into a knee lift to the face. The blonde came up bloody into a vicious elbow to the face that sent her crashing to her back on the mats, Sonya leapt into the air to crash full length on the stunned woman before straddling her and punching her naked breasts a couple of times. Then moving further forward she bounced her behind heavily on the recently slapped and punched boobs before finally settling astride the woman's face and snuffing out any remaining resistance. The blonde was left out for the count as Sonya rose and posed one foot planted on the blonde's left breast before she left the room to generous applause another decent payday achieved. The blonde was carried to a bedroom and checked over by the doctor, who declared her fine and she went to shower having been revived.

There was an excited buzz amongst the crowd the main event was imminent the unbeaten in eleven brutal brawls Suzanne verses the wrestler Shelby Beach, it was certainly a twist on their usual fair coupled with the earlier bonus it was turning into quite a night. A number present were aware of the previous clash between Suzanne and a wrestler when she had effectively put Rusty the Rocker out of business and that the woman held wrestlers with particular contempt. There were others there though who had seen Shelby fight and figured she was a very different proposition and rumour abounded that she was here to avenge comments made by Suzanne about wrestling. Lynne was particularly excited she had had her first competitive wrestle and fully enjoyed it and it looked like there would be regular users of her matted room with Amber and the others eager to grapple and to top her evening she was about to see the bullying bitch Suzanne suffer a beating from Shelby Beach.

The match was announced and an expectant hush fell over the room waiting for the fighters to arrive, first was the apparent bad girl Suzanne tanned eager and focused a black leather thong her only item of clothing her large breasts firm slightly up tilting, she oozed confidence. Then Shelby Beach entered a red costume hugging her body knee high patent leather wrestling boots matching in colour her blonde hair flowing to her shoulders, almost deliberately made up over glamorous. Only Lynne knew this was part of the psyche planned by the wrestler for the contest. “So you're a wrestler,” began Suzanne, “Yes,” interrupted Shelby , “and I'm going to kick your fat butt, what was it? Oh yes I'm one of those shampooed sluts you see on the telly! Well come on sister lets see what you've got?” she snapped moving to her right ready to rumble.

There was no need for further comment and the fight was on Shelby moving carefully light on her feet circling to her right, Suzanne was more heavy footed but simply direct moving straight to her opponent. There was no finesse just brute force, Suzanne grabbed at the wrestler but Shelby dodged the lunge taking the woman's right wrist pivoting around to her left while twisting the arm and flipping the woman to the mat. Not waiting for applause or comment Shelby took a firm grip on Suzanne's hair dragging her into a sitting position and driving a knee to her kidney area before locking in a sleeper hold wrapping her powerful arms around the brunette's head and neck. Suzanne braced her feet and shoved back toppling the pair to the mat and snapping her head back trying to butt Shelby in the face but the blonde avoided the attempt and retained the debilitating sleeper hold.

Suzanne kicked and rolled twisting from side to side in an effort to escape with Shelby desperately clinging on, eventually the brunette got into a position o use her elbows particularly the right to drive blows back into Shelby's body. The blonde was forced to release the shoulder and scramble clear of the wickedly waving elbows of her opponent eventually planting a foot on the woman's backside and shoving her forcibly away. They both rolled quickly getting their heads round to eye the other and then scrambling to their feet and moving to lock up again. “Not so smug now are you fatso?” teased Shelby as she moved forward paces even on he toes ready to spring in attack or defence, Suzanne snarled, “You're going to get such a clout in a minute you bituuuuuugh!” A suddenly flying Ms Beach landing a drop kick solidly against her upper chest throwing the woman back across the mat interrupting her comment. “Shut up you tart!” hissed Shelby expertly rolling to her feet and stepping after the grounded brunette.

Shelby did not waste any time slamming a kick into the woman's chest knocking her to her back before landing a high impact leg drop across the exposed breasts of the brawler much to the amusement of Lynne watching close by. “Go on Shelby hit the bitch!” she screeched as the crowd got more vocal with the wrestler appearing to get on top although there was considerable vocal encouragement for her opponent as well. The wrestler rolled to land a crisp punch to the woman's forehead before rolling to her feet pulling the now slightly groggy brunette up by the hair. Slipping a hand between the woman's legs she hoisted her apparently effortlessly off her feet before violently slamming her back to the mat on her back much to her supporters approval. For many watching it was the first time they had ever seen Suzanne so “woman handled” in a fight it was quite an eye opener to see the energy and power the so called powder puff wrestler was exerting, while those backing Shelby were delighted with her performance and were getting more vocal as she started to dominate proceedings.

The blonde did not sit on her laurels though and even before Suzanne had stopped shaking from the impact on the mat Shelby was airborne to drop a body splash across the brawler's body. Rolling quickly the wrestler quickly wrapped her powerful legs around the brunette's body in a stunning body scissor straightening her legs and crossing her ankles for maximum effect. At that moment quite a few of those watching would willingly have swapped places with the brunette until she screeched in pain as Shelby straightened her powerful legs, “Hurt does it?” she sneered as the brunette's face contorted in a mix of pain and fury. Suzanne was fighting for breath but crucially both her hands were free and the sudden lunge she made clearly surprised the blonde particularly as her right hand grabbed claw like at the blonde's stomach around her navel twisting and tearing at her stomach. The left clenched fist like started to pound on Shelby's left thigh threatening to leave the blonde with a dead leg.

Shelby had no option other than to abandon the hold or risk having her leg injured which would undoubtedly slow her down if the match progressed but showing her own calculating streak as soon as she parted her ankles the upper leg was swiftly bent and then the sole of the boot driven against the side of the woman's head. The collision shoved Suzanne aside and allowed Shelby to roll clear and scramble to her feet although her left leg was throbbing the punches certainly had power. She knew she had to get control again quickly or risk the woman using her fists in retaliation and so throwing caution to the wind she launched another flying drop kick at the brunette. Unfortunately for her Suzanne read the move expertly and easily stepped aside causing Shelby to crash to the mat in an untidy heap right at the brunette's feet. No chance of a pause from the brawler she promptly kicked the blonde hard in the side flipping her to her back before dropping to drive a knee deep to the stomach.

Shelby part sat up as air was driven from her lungs and Suzanne hissed, “Now bimbo its payback time!” delivering a wicked backhanded slap that sent Shelby back to the mat with a crack like a whip echoing around the room. Suzanne's forearm crashed across the blonde's breasts as she powerful landed another thumping blow, then she grabbed the blonde by the hair pulling her up slightly to deliver a punch to the face. Now delivering punches is not necessarily the most scientific approach to a brawl particularly bare fists to the head the danger of dislocating fingers or knuckles is high as a head is surrounded by hard bone. Although Shelby would probably argue differently at this precise minute as she was sent sprawling a gain with a wave of pain around her right eye, a certain bruise there that would surprise people in the street over the next few days!

Suzanne was not a total thug either and knew the risks her hand was ringing but she had delivered one message now for a few more she mused as she rose to her knees dragging the stunned blonde with her by pulling at her hair again. Shelby was pulled to one knee then almost to her feet before the brunette's knee crashed into her chest painfully crushing her left breast against her rib cage before flinging her back towards the wall. Thankfully the blonde landed before she met the plaster although a number of the spectators had to scatter for cover as she flew towards them before Suzanne was at her again landing a wicked stomp low to the belly that sat the blonde up in reflex before the brunette dragged her to her feet and shoved her solidly against the wall. Placing her left forearm across the blonde's throat Suzanne hissed, “Now you're history, bitch!” before her right arm pumping like a piston crashed half a dozen times into the blonde's body tattooing across her stomach area with stunning force.

Shelby slid down the wall to sit on the mat hands across her stomach aching for relief the brunette's delivery was powerful and the wall had stopped her retreating from the blows, she was gasping for breath and hurting across the belly. Suzanne had stepped back after delivering the devastating salvo and gloated, “Look at you're wrestling star now whimpering like a wimp,” catching the eye of Lynne in particular emphasising who she was speaking to before adding, “now to show you the meaning or real power as I finish the loser off.” She grabbed Shelby's left ankle and dragged her from the wall before dropping like a falling tree across the woman's body her full weight driven across Shelby's chest. Then the blonde was dragged from the mat and subjected to three brutal body slams hoisted off her feet and then thrown violently to her back on the mat, each time seeming to bounce a few inches back into the air with the force of the impact as Suzanne goaded her to get up and fight, “come on little Ms Wrestler I'm waiting,” before dragging the blonde up anyway.

It was looking bad for the wrestler and after the third landing she seemed finished as Suzanne loomed over her, the brunette kicking her opponent's legs apart apparently intent on delivering her chosen coup d'grace the heel to crotch kick. But Shelby had clearly incensed the woman and she decided instead to finish her with her own specialist wrestling finishing move to obviously humiliate the blonde even more. Reaching down she grabbed the blonde to pull her up again when suddenly Shelby delivered a punch of her own catching the woman completely flat footed and unprepared. The blonde's right fist slammed into the brunette barely above the leather briefs and seemed to disappear into soft flesh up to the wrist as suddenly Suzanne croaked and folded like paper over the invading blow. Shelby was still struggling for breath and aching all over but it was strike now with everything or suffer a beating so measuring the woman perfectly she decked her with a brute of a right handed behind the ear.

Stunned Suzanne dropped to her hands and knees allowing Shelby to deliver a kick to her ribs like a drop goal in rugby spinning the woman to her back before a leg drop landed across her throat. Shelby had her second wind and violently yanked the woman to her feet by wrist and hair before spinning her viciously into the wall face first. Suzanne collided with the plaster hard smacking her face and breasts in the process she staggered back a pace straight into the grip of the blonde who took a firm hold of her hair before slamming her face twice more into the wall. Suzanne was visibly shaken and swayed wildly as Shelby released her for a moment before wrapping her arms around the woman and lifting her from the mat as she fell backwards to deliver a German supplex. Suzanne crashed to her back and continued to roll spectacularly to lie face down on the mats as Shelby scrambled to her feet determined to finish it now and on her terms.

Reaching down she pulled the woman to her hands and knees by the hair and started to drag her around the room, “Walk like a dog!” she commanded wanting her own level of humiliation to be delivered. What she actually wanted was the woman to recover a little just enough to know what was going on around her for a moment at least then she locked her legs around the woman's head and bending forward locked her hands around the brunette's waist before lifting her completely inverted. “Say goodnight, loser!” she sneered before dropping to her knees a perfectly executed pile driver planting the brunette into the mat with devastating effect. Suzanne collapsed to the carpet out cold in and beaten as Shelby was left on her knees next to the crumpled form of her opponent, slowly rising she gave the brunette a shove and she flopped to her back clearly out cold her arms and legs outstretched leaving her starfish like in the centre of the room.

“Count her out!” was all she said and the crowd roared a stunning victory as Suzanne was well and truly counted out before she was carried away beaten leaving Shelby to take all the applause and congratulations. Lynne being chief cheerleader for the wrestler delighted that Suzanne had finally been stopped although knowing to really achieve revenge she would have to deliver her own message at some point. She was left to contemplate her own little wrestling club secure in the knowledge that the wrestler had proven her worth and skill in the contest. Shelby added another victory to her own impressive stats list equally content that she had shown her sport to be tough and demanding and worthy never again would the brawler sneer “So you're a wrestler!” with such contempt but with fear, leaving a note that read: “If you ever want a rematch I'll be waiting and we'll do it in a ring!” for now though Shelby Beach was the winner and proven number one.

THE END