Carol Smith v Dawn Champion

Followed by Carol Smith v Irene Scott

Followed by Carol Smith v Rusty the Blackpool Bruiser

Carol Smith had risen to the challenge posed by her promoter Grace Wade and beaten the three opponents set by the boss in order to get a title match and now post the third victory Carol was on the phone to the promoter to get the details of the title match. “So three wins well you must be a contender and I have just the match for you a title important to your position the Northern Area Championship,” explained Grace, “What?” exploded Carol who had been expecting a shot at the Hustler’s Club Belt or the Promotion Title not a local contest. “I never specified a title, gain this belt and we’ll see where to challenge you then!” sniggered Grace before explaining whom Carol had to call and before the Yorkshire woman could get another word in she cut the phone off. Grace had informed her to ring a previous opponent Dawn Champion who Carol had beaten for the belt once before but having not responded to instructions to make a defence she had lost the title which Ms Champion had regained.

Dawn Champion was the Doncaster based wrestler and apartment style scrapper managed by MR who had won the title back a year previously and held it successfully in both apartment matches and ring bouts. She had eagerly accepted the challenge to meet Ms Smith in the Yorkshire woman’s private ring in a three fall wrestling contest for the belt to avenger her only loss in the past three years and with the rules agreed Ms Champion had arrived with her man fresh from a victory over her most hated rival Donna Brown the woman that had once stolen ready to put Ms Smith firmly in her place on her back beaten. Carol eyed the well-toned young woman and said, “I see you’ve shaped up since the last time little girl I expect you’ll put up more of a challenge?” “Oh don’t worry old woman I intend to turn the tables and give you a real beating. Grace tells me you’re overrated and after I’ve given you a thrashing she’ll get me a real woman to fight putting this belt up against the Scottish Championship to give me multiple titles!” she smirked across the room at the hostess.

Carol was taken aback the bitch Wade had obviously done her homework on setting this up and the cocky cow across the room was positively gloating about it. “We’ll see about that slut face after I’ve kicked you’re arse I’ll slaughter that Scottish slag as well!” “Who are you calling a slag!” snapped Dawn squaring up to the hostess as the two men moved to keep them apart and Alan indicated the way to the guest room so the ladies could prepare for action. Dawn was smiling as she stripped for action in the room as MR glanced through the photo album that Carol left in the room to intimidate her opponent’s as it contained action shots from her matches depicting her fight record of eight wins and seven losses: Sara Wilde 2-3, Dawn Champion 1-0, Carlena Brandon 0-1, Ronnie Barber 1-1, Lola Cortez 1-0, Liz Cole 0-1, Lindy McGuire 0-1, Helen Lee Davies 1-0, Steffi Pezinski 1-0 and Suzy Wade 1-0. MR looking carefully at the pictures from Dawn’s first match against the older Yorkshire warrior noticing that his woman had clearly toned up well since she looked intimidated by the woman in the pictures. He flicked through the other pictures noting that Sara Wilde and Lindy McGuire had both got the better of the woman and he put Dawn on a par with those two fighters now this was going to be a cracker.
Dawn dressed quickly she was always focused before a match and she prepared meticulously her breasts cradled in a white sport crop top then white legging style pants over a white thong she knew stirred MR and then her calf high wrestling boots. Across the house Carol was more active naked with husband Alan before sliding into her favourite fighting attire a one piece red swimsuit high on the hip bare back and deep in the cleavage and as she eased her large breasts in a strap across the front between the twin cups. Ready both women made their way to the ring with their men ready for the best of three falls match for the Northern Title, there would be a two minute break between falls that would be to a three count or submission in the event of a knockout it would be a ten count that would end the contest at that stage with a victrix declared by a total and utter knockout of her opponent.

Alan rang the bell and with little ceremony the featured contest for the Northern Championship Belt was under way with the challenger the quicker out of the blocks as Carol charged across the ring to solidly shoulder block her younger opponent back towards her own corner. Rocked back on her heels momentarily Dawn was then whipped by the wrist across the ring into the ropes only to catapult into a well positioned locked arm that nearly be headed her landing as it did across her throat with force. The lariat had Ms Champion crashing to the canvas on her back as Ms Smith superbly started the match with authority and purpose the swift belly stomp and hair pulling lift had the young woman upright quickly and then off her feet as Carol scooped her up with an arm between the legs. Inverted quickly Dawn had a swift view of the ceiling before she was sent crashing back to the canvas by the body slam of Ms Smith and she writhed on the mat as pain rocked through her lower back radiating up and down her spine as she lay on the canvas in distress.

“So you’re still a blonde bimbo then,” scoffed Carol as she deliberately stomped on the younger woman involuntarily sitting Dawn up before she grabbed the blonde by the hair and hauled her up to her feet. Another scoop slam with an added spin to disorientate her rival allowed Carol to deliver another huge slam and follow up with a perfectly executed flying leg drop nailing the woman across her breasts. The blonde squawked in pain as Carol rolled herself back to her feet and again dragged Dawn up by the hair before sending the woman flying towards the corner at full pelt spinning her to crash back first into the turnbuckle. Dawn landed hard and staggered forward a pace in reflex and shock straight into the flying Yorkshire woman’s body check that crashed her back into the corner at full pelt winding the woman in the process. Carol continued to attack slamming her thigh across the wheezing woman’s mid section three times before she let the blonde crumple to the canvas as her husband continued to snap away with his state of the art digital camera.

A vicious knee drop to the kidneys followed that had Dawn screaming in agony as Ms Smith continued to give her a thorough working over and she found herself hauled into a brutal back bending camel clutch. “You’re all mine bitch now beg me to stop,” taunted Carol as she settled into the torturous hold linking her hands under the helpless women’s chin and leaning as far back as she could to bend Dawn’s spine painfully. “Well slut to you give?” sneered Carol as she totally controlled her rival slowly unlinking her fingers to release her own right hand while her left kept control of Ms Champion’s chin and she used her free hand to locate and then squeeze the blonde’s right breast. “You don’t like this do you bitch can’t handle being handled that’s why you’re hiding on the piss poor northern circuit!” scoffed Carol twisting and crushing the captured cup until with a snarl and kicking feet Dawn submitted the first fall as Ms Smith continued to torture her tit and apply the camel clutch.
“Yes!” cheered Carol as she finally shoved her battered rival to the mat and scrambled to her feet having secured the first score half way to clinching the title on offer for the victrix. Alan embraced his wife as a tear streaked Dawn rolled to sit on the canvas in her corner as MR moved to assist her, “It’s only the first fall you can take her over three,” he enthused as he eased her on to a stool and offered her a drink bottle as opposite Carol was laughing out loud, “Even easier than last time the belt’s mine she’s washed up can’t take it in a real woman’s fight!” But she knew the woman would react although Dawn was a pure grappler and avoided the more burlesque style of fighting she had used as she would say underhand and dirty tactics when necessary to win a match and having suffered a breast mauling here she was likely to respond in kind which did not bother Carol at all she could fight dirty with the best of them and in fact enjoyed that kind of contest even more as it proved definitively who was the better woman where it mattered.

Soon enough Alan rang the bell for the second session and the two grapplers advanced a steely expression etched on Dawn’s face she had last fought a real slap down bitch fight with Donna over MR and was using that as a focus for this fight now. Carol lunged forward and Dawn accepted the grab but rolled with it falling back to toss the older woman easily with a monkey toss clearly surprising Carol in the process. Obviously the host was expecting more of a catfight and she did not expect a straight wrestling start, Carol had landed badly and was slightly winded in her surprise so slow to move and Dawn took advantage delivering a text book leg drop. In a straight forward match that manoeuvre would normally be across the throat to stun an opponent and set her up for a pin in a real woman’s war the breasts would be the recipient of such a blow designed to painfully crush soft flesh and it was Carol’s cups that collected Dawn’s thigh here.

Dawn part rolled clear but then used her elbow to wicked effect slamming a blow between the woman’s thighs with no sign of restraint, “You want a war you’ve got one bitch!” snarled the visitor rolling to her feet as Carol screeched beneath her sitting up and tenderly cupping her groin clearly hurt by the surprising attack. Dawn did not stop to admire her attack though she grabbed the hostess by the hair and hauled her to her feet and sent her hurtling into the ropes and as she bounced back met her with another excellent move a flying drop kick. Dawn’s left foot caught Carol full in the face while her right landed firmly on the right breast of the Yorkshire woman the impact sent Carol crashing to the canvas as Dawn rolled neatly back to her feet. Grabbing the woman’s ankles Dawn parted Carol’s thighs and gave the older woman a nasty stomp on the Venus mound before crossing her legs and sitting back to apply a perfect figure four leg lock.

A brilliant mix of wrestling moves and pure female fighting attacks had given the champion control and a potential submission hold as MR cheered his girl on he taunted Alan, “Get a picture of that as your old woman suffers!” He actually need not of worried the host was busy with the camera snapping away he took lots of pictures of all her fights wins or losses. On the canvas though Carol was not even considering losing despite her current predicament and she teased, “If that’s all you’ve got little girl this will be even easier than I thought!” a comment that threw Dawn as she maintained the leg lock surely she had applied it properly. Her shift to check allowed Carol to get her free leg up and as Dawn bent forward she kicked her hard with the heel of her wrestling boot right on the forehead. The visitor slammed back to the mat and suddenly carol was free and rolling clear although careful to avoid looking at MR she was clearly sucking in air as she rose to her feet. Dawn was slightly slower to her feet due to being slightly stunned by the kick and the impact with the mat and so as she turned to face her opponent she found Carol was already looming large in her vision and clearly intent on an immediate and painful attack on her visitor.
A sharp kick rose and connected toe first right on the numbers as they say and Dawn crumpled as she collected Carol’s left foot right in the crotch but she did not hit the canvas instead Ms Smith ensnared her with a bear hug trapping her arms in the process as she moved to cover her sex. “Got you and that’s just the beginning!” warned Carol as she crushed her opponent and lifted her from the mat Dawn tried to head butt her host as her arms were pinned by the encircling grasp but Carol avoided the attempt. “Naughty time to learn some manners slut!” she snapped promptly planting the younger woman on her upturned knee a brutal cunt busting atomic drop that brought tears to Dawn’s eyes and pain radiating through her lower belly. A solid forearm across the breasts sent the champion sprawling at her opponent’s feet and Carol immediately grabbed Dawn’s ankles parted her thighs and responded to the stomp delivered earlier with a brutal booted attack on the helpless woman’s crotch two stomps and two kicks left the champion writhing on the mat in some significant degree of distress.

The reflex of curling up in pain had wrenched her feet free of Carol’s grasp but certainly had not eased the nauseating pain she was suffering meanwhile Carol strutted around the ring taunting, “Get up champ let’s see what you’ve got left!” before turning to MR to goad, “Did you get a good shot of that honey as I kicked her cunt in?” before anyone could comment though she had turned to pull Ms Champion up by the hair and drag her to the nearest corner and slam her face half a dozen times off the top turnbuckle. Turning the stunned woman around Carol gave her a couple of solid forearms to the face before a third was sent powerfully across the woman’s chest crushing her heaving breasts. Another uppercut forearm followed as Dawn tottered forward a pace to send her flying back to the corner arms draped over the top rope leaving her hanging helpless in front of the rampant Yorkshire fighting woman. “Not so cocky now are you bitch,” hissed Carol cupping the woman’s chin and sneering the words into her face.

“What shall we do now then?” mused Carol stepping back a moment before moving forward towards the still stunned and limp woman before lifting each leg in turn and hanging them over the middle rope leaving Dawn spread eagled hanging from the ropes. Glancing at MR Carol sneered; “This is called shattered dreams because your dreams of fun later will be ruined!” and she turned to step forward and lash a wicked kick between the hopelessly exposed legs of the young blonde. The force of the kick launched the screeching Dawn from the ropes and she crashed face first to the canvas totally destroyed and succumbing to the pain she had clearly passed out. Carol kicked the limp form over to her back and posed with contempt one foot on Dawn’s chest as Alan counted the blonde out to give his wife a stunning two nil victory and the Northern Championship Belt. Alan tossed the belt to his wife who slipped it on while retaining her pose over the now ex-champion.

MR climbed into the ring as Carol stepped away to join her man and a celebratory embrace, “Anytime that bitch wants to challenge for the belt she just needs to call and we can have a little rematch,” and she laughed before leading her man away for what was likely to be quite a celebration with MR left to literally pick up the pieces of his girl still moaning on the mat after the most comprehensive thrashing of her career. He gently carried her to the changing room while Carol grabbed the phone and made another sneering call to Grace to report her fourth win on the trot and demand that she get the match with Irene Scott that Ms Wade had clearly promised to Ms Champion to get her to this match. Grace agreed and suggested rather than promised that if the woman claimed another victory the wanted clash for higher stakes in the promotion or at the Hustler’s Club would follow and then having dropped the receiver the new Northern Champ leapt on her man and celebrated her win while across the house her excited screeches caused anger.
Dawn stormed from the house an hour after her beating promising to revenge herself against her gloating rival and she also called Grace Wade as she travelled back to Doncaster extracting a promise from the woman that at least cooled her anger for the time being. Back in Yorkshire the following day Carol called Irene Scott and challenged her to a contest to unify the Northern and Scottish Titles into the Great Northern Crown as directed by Grace and Irene having already been called by Ms Wade eagerly accepted the challenge and agreed to visit Yorkshire the following Saturday and the match was set. Carol busied herself in the gym preparing while husband Alan updated the photo album his woman was clearly on a roll and he intended to maintain a good clear record of her success as she stormed up the rankings.

A busy training week followed for both women until Saturday when Irene arrived with her husband for the match met by the host a clearly frosty reception and atmosphere developed both women were clearly focused on the fight and therefore the sooner the better. Alan announced, “Well ladies shall we say one hour in the ring?” and both camps agreed and retired to prepare for battle to opposite sides of the house Carol exuding confidence as she slipped into her favourite fighting gear a red swimsuit high on the hip deep in the cleavage displaying a fair percentage of her full breasts a band between them containing the flesh within the costume and then bare across the back. Across the house the Scottish couple were preparing in a very physical way before Irene dressed for battle a tartan swimsuit very similar to Carol’s in its cut with black fishnets and knee high black boots completed the ensemble as her man studied the photo album strategically located in the room by Alan.

“They certainly enjoy recording her matches,” he said as Irene finished dressing, “Well he can enjoy recording her demise today then can’t he,” she replied scanning the latest photos of the demolition of Dawn Champion before focusing on the losses to Lindy McGuire and Sara Wilde, “Up against a real fighter she buckles though so it is time for her to meet the latest real fighting woman that is going to beat her then isn’t it,” she added throwing the book aside and setting off for the ring. She arrived in the fight room to find Carol already in the ring leaning on the ropes waiting for her Scottish opponent, “So you ready then one hour limit one five fall pin, a submission or fifteen count knockout to decide it winner takes both belts?” quizzed the host, “Agreed get ready to lose your belt bitch it’s time you fought a real woman and if he’s ready to record it for your records let go!” snapped back Irene vaulting into the ring eager and ready to rumble.

Without further ceremony Alan rang the bell and sat back, to enjoy the clash as the two women locked up in mid ring with Irene twisting to hip toss Carol across the canvas. Following quickly she dragged the woman up by the hair from behind and followed up with a brutal DDT smashing Carol’s face and breasts into the canvas before rolling the woman in an attempted pin within twenty seconds of the fight starting her man slapping the canvas twice before Carol kicked out and shoved the woman off momentarily. Irene rose to her knees and again grabbed the English woman by the hair roughly sitting her up before delivering a wicked backhand across her throat to send her back to the mat before again falling across her in an attempted pin that again Ms Smith shrugged off after a two count. It appeared Irene was trying to bulldoze a victory as quickly as possible and she again dragged Carol up and lashed a blow across her body this time her upper chest was the target and again she tried to pin the Yorkshire woman but Carol shrugged her off and this time retaliated with a lashing slap of her own across the woman’s face to knock her away and allow her to roll clear. The two wrestlers scrambled to their feet with Irene hissing, “Told you she couldn’t deal with a real fighter,” before she charged forward again to clash with the hostess in mid ring.
Again, it was the Scot taking control twisting Carol’s right wrist as they locked up before Irish whipping the woman back to the mat and landing a nasty belly stomp as a follow up. Carol sat up losing air and was again dragged up by the hair her neatly coiffured cut looking decidedly dishevelled from the tearing assaults of her opponent and then she was flung into the ropes and rebounded on to the waiting knee of the highland harridan. Folded in half and struggling for air she never saw the elbow descending only the canvas rushing to meet her as Irene drove her face first into the mat with the wicked blow behind the ear. Ms Scott grabbed her rival’s ankles as she stepped over her and swiftly applied a Boston Crab in another effort to secure victory quickly and so far it was all going her way the English woman had barely mounted any offence in the first three minutes of the fight and she now had her in a wicked and potential match winning submission hold.

Carol felt the danger and quickly pulled her elbows in and powerfully thrust her back up before Irene could start to bend her the opposite way and she caused the Scot to trip lose her grip and therefore the Yorkshire woman escaped again. Carol quickly rolled over and delivered a swift double booted kick to the rear of her rival sending Irene sprawling into the ropes on her knees. Rolling to her feet Carol gratefully sucked in some welcome oxygen relief as she moved to follow her Scottish opponent and deliver a nasty choke planting her leg over the back of the woman’s head and forcing her throat over the middle cord. “Now you learn about tough women big mouth!” warned Carol as she caught her breath before suddenly stepping back to violently kick the cord under Irene’s throat and snap her backwards into the ring.

Irene folded back over her own legs gagging badly as the rope launched her and she was powerless to stop Carol kicking her hard between the thighs with her groin thrusting towards the ceiling. With a screech, the Scot rolled over trying to protect her body from further assault and cradling her suddenly throbbing crotch as Carol loomed over her. The English woman had no intention to kick her opponent again and instead she returned some of the hair pulling as she dragged the woman to her knees before pivoting to kick the woman hard across the breasts to send her sprawling to her back again with more pain emanating from her most feminine of body areas. The follow up of a leg drop targeted again across the woman’s breasts was not fully effective as Irene had got her hands up to cup her crushed cups but Carol’s thighs did drive Irene’s hands into her own breasts painfully as she landed. Irene wailed in pain as Carol rolled to her knees next to her and sneered, “Tits hurting are they bitch well here’s something else to think about!” as she clenched her right fist and drove a nasty punch to the triangle of material covering Irene’s crotch twisting her knuckles as the blow landed and drawing a squeal of pain Irene.

Carol grabbed Irene by the hair as she was sat up by the nauseating pain in her knickers and held her steady to deliver three thumping slaps across her face before a backhand crushed the Scot’s left breast and sent her rolling away in pain. Coming to her feet she was looking as dishevelled as Carol was her right cheek glowing a vivid red from the slapping and she was nursing her left breast as she reached her feet across the ring from her rival as the ten minute point was passed in the match. “What’s the matter bitch can’t handle it now you’re in a fight?” taunted Carol as she beckoned the woman on with her hands adding, “Losing that fighting spirit are we?” Irene’s eyes blazed and she snapped, “Get lost you slut I’m going to rip your tits off!” before she charged forward straight into a red wrestling boot lifted to slam her heel first in the crotch as she charged. Irene rocked to a stop a surprised expression etched on her face as the boot caved her sex in and she was soon looking at the ceiling as the goading Ms Smith stepped forward to knee her full in the face sending her flying back to the mat arms thrown wide.
The immediate leg drop that followed was unusual as it was along the torso rather than across it but that meant Carol’s outstretched right foot landed right on Irene’s chin as her thigh and backside crashed across the woman’s crotch. Rolling off the winded and now bleeding woman Carol came to her feet to follow up with a more traditional leg drop across the breasts as Irene was busy feeling her bleeding nose. Carol went for a cross body pin but she had inadvertently caught Irene’s right arm between the thighs and the Scot executed an escape with a painful cunt pinch on the English woman pinching and twisting the woman’s sex lips causing her to scream and leap aside as her love lips were mauled. The two sweat soaked and bedraggled woman rolled apart and then clambered to their feet with Carol now looking slightly the fresher as they squared up again and she took control as they locked hands quickly powering the Scot to the ropes before falling back to monkey toss the woman across the ring.

Irene skidded across the canvas on her backside and sat up just in time to collect a knee to the kidneys as Carol crashed into her and then powerfully applied a chin lock bending the woman back over the knee. Irene groaned as her back was stretched and then she reacted to a forearm slammed across her chest with a violently reflex that wrenched her back. Carol landed three more clubbing chest-crushing blows before Irene shrugged herself free of the knee and collapsed to the canvas her chest heaving and rasping for breath. “Tits hurting are they bitch?” sneered Carol clenching her fist again but this time Irene pre-empted the planned crotch punch by kicking out with her right foot and catching Carol in the side knocking her away. It was a real battle and again the women scrambled to their feet and locked up but Carol still seemed fresher twisting to whip Irene into the ropes and then level the woman with a lariat across the throat as she catapulted back off the elastic lines.

An elbow drop deep to the stomach again had Irene short of breath and finding herself being hauled to her feet by the hair only to be scooped off her feet and paraded around the ring by the clear strong English woman. Held aloft with a hand at throat and crotch Irene tried pulling Carol’s hair in a bid to unbalance her but the Yorkshire woman responded by twisting the crotch grip before suddenly slamming the visitor to the mat and diving on top of her in a full length body splash. Irene twisted and squirmed as the woman lay on top of her but suddenly she found her legs hooked by her opponent and her arms pinned as Carol forced a grape vine hold on the woman forcing her body down on the resisting Scot. Irene’s eyes suddenly went wide as her sex was stimulated by the gyrating English woman’s groin rubbing across her and Carol caught the look, “Got you,” she smirked rubbing again and twisting slightly with her hips causing the Scot to try to bridge and twist away but the grapevine was locked in effectively.

Carol continued to grind with her groin catching the gasps escaping from Irene’s lips as she was stimulated by the movement and she whispered, “You’re mine now slut, I’m going to make you cum you horny bitch before I finish you off!” rubbing again her own stimulated clit over the now panting woman’s exposed sex. Carol felt her opponent stiffen but she continued to thrust upping the tempo until Irene moaned, “God no please no!” as she was forced to a climax sweat beading on her forehead her eyes slightly glazed. As soon as Carol felt the woman release she released the hold and sprang forward to straddle the moaning woman and humiliatingly thrust her own sexually damped crotch in the woman’s face to subdue her in a full face sitting pin as Irene’s legs kicked weakly. It was easy for Alan to slap the canvas the requisite five times and claim the win for Carol another storming victory for the Yorkshire woman leaving her opponent spent on her back on the mat. Carol remained perched a stride the woman’s face until Irene passed out before claiming the two title belts and strutting triumphantly around her beaten opponent.
Alan continued to snap pictures as Carol posed one foot on the wet sex of the woman still comatose on the canvas and then again for heel twisting into the beaten breasts shot Carol so enjoyed creating before the pair abandoned the sexually snuffed out Scot and went to celebrate. Irene’s husband watched the ending spell bound he had never seen his wife surrender her sex to another woman and he was so rapt by the sight he had said nothing as Carol then knocked his wife out by grinding her own sex over Irene’s face and then posed for photo’s over his beaten beauty. He finally slid into the ring to wake her and help her from the arena before setting her in the shower and collecting their things humbled she let him pack her into the car not seeing the note he left for Alan asking for copies of the photographs and video before they drove away for today well beaten but with the promise of a big pay day ahead when Irene would face Pauline Brown in the blonde’s much awaited ring return on Burns Night.

Carol lay naked with the two belts on the bed as she rang and gloated about her victory to Grace determined to get a shot at Grace’s promotion title or better still the Hustler’s Belt if not even a pop at the Ultimate belt she was on a roll five straight wins had propelled her up the rankings and left her with an improving and impressing record of 10 wins an seven losses. Grace listened with interest to the call and indicated that the woman would get her chance but in fact she fancied taking the woman down a peg or two herself and Chu Li wanted a chance to avenge Suzy’s mauling so an invite to Southend was offered for early in the new year two more wins and Carol would get a title shot would be the outcome. Carol replaced the receiver knowing that Grace intended to unsettle her by setting a hostile reception down South but determined to achieve her ambition of holding the top title well on track.

Ms Smith set to work in the gym intending to strengthen up for the impending clashes interrupted by calls from both Doncaster and Scotland with Dawn demanding a rematch and Louise Lord challenging for the Scottish title, both challenges were accepted filling the woman’s diary nicely for a busy January and February of fighting. A third call came from Blackpool, “Is that Carol Smith,” demanded a female voice, “Yes,” replied the Yorkshire woman, “Good I understand you claim to be some sort of female fighting champion well you’re not I’m the best brawler in the business and I’m calling you out slut!” snarled the voice at the other end of the line. “Who the hell are you?” demanded Carol anger rising in her voice, “They call me the Blackpool Bruiser and if you are woman enough to find out call me on,” replied the caller leaving a mobile phone number before hanging up. Carol went to the computer and typed the fighter’s name into the search engine and was rewarded with a number of hits and she settled down to read about “Rusty the Blackpool Bruiser.”

It transpired the woman was in her mid twenties and had been taking the so-called professional wrestling circuit by storm and was allegedly unbeaten in over thirty contests claiming to be British Champion and the hardest woman in fighting. It did not take long for Carol to call back accepting the challenge and organising a fight the woman snarled, “I’ll take you anywhere anytime!” and Carol agreed to fight in a private club in Manchester with a few invited guests who would pay a decent price to see a female fight. The women barbed at each other down the phone and agreed the winner would get the whole purse for her win, “There’s nothing for second best bitch just pain and humiliation,” taunted Rusty before she slammed the phone down leaving Carol fuming but eager to meet the big mouth from across the county divide in a real war of the roses battle. And so a week later and just before Christmas she set off with Alan for the contest Grace Wade was going to attend to watch her investment as she called it accompanied by Nick, while Kate Blackstone had managed to get Consort to join her for the weekend away from Jo Nelson.
The small gym was packed with about fifty female fight fans gathered each having paid around £100 for the privilege meaning after costs the winner would walk away with around £4000 after the fight. Consort and Kate were joined by Beaker and Juliet another couple taking advantage of a weekend away to watch the match the two women eyeing each other meaningfully if they were the promoters chosen companions maybe there was mileage in a match. The men exchanged diary information in particular plans for Burns Night in Scotland in about a month when Pauline Brown would return to action the two women eagerly agreeing to escort the promoters again. Grace approached and passed an envelope to both men with a series of challenges to fighters on their rosters before she strode away her organisation had devastated Beaker’s ranks recently ending the careers of a number of his fighters while she herself continued the mind games with the man by ignoring him completely for the evening.

All that was forgotten though as the main event was called forward with Carol quickly to the ring her red costume glinting in the lights her red boots shining as she stepped between the ropes. Alan was in her corner having arranged for a photographer to capture her latest contest although Helen Lee Davies accompanied him in a seconding role for the evening. Grace had sent the Welsh woman and Helen was meekly subservient after her loss to Carol earlier in the year and was eager to help hoping that Carol would bully her again as she had masochistic tendencies and although enjoying a grapple she enjoyed being planted under another woman’s sex. Carol though was focused on the contest and ignored the woman’s advances and instead stared across the ring waiting for her opponent. Rusty was obviously playing to the crowd and her name was announced she burst through the curtains to stride to the ring to the booming sound of “Simply the Best” Tina turner’s rock anthem.

Climbing into the ring, she tossed aside her leather jacket to reveal her fighting garb of a black two-piece bikini with ties on the hips and across her back and at the neck with patent leather wrestling boots. The woman was tall maybe an inch taller than Carol and well put together a busty 36B-26-36 curving in all the right places with long ginger red hair, probably the cause of her name snorted Carol as she got her first sight of the woman in the flesh, she also wore black leather cycling gloves to obviously add a little menace to her appearance. Carol knew a lot of this from trawling through the woman’s own website and that of a couple of wrestling promotions that reported that the sensational talent was destined for big things in the USA and Japan having conquered all in the UK. There were a number of photos and short video clips on the woman’s site that seemed to show her easily over powering other women in the ring seemingly supporting her self-proclaimed hardest woman in fighting title.

The referee called them forward and warned, “One fall no time limit no biting or gouging otherwise all in ladies come out fighting!” they stood eyeball to eyeball before Rusty snarled, “I’m going to rip you apart bitch!” and slapped Carol hard across the face before the bell had been rung. Carol was about to respond in kind when the referee stepped between them, “Corners ladies wait for it,” and Ms Smith turned away only to receive a sharp kick in the behind from the other woman as she went. Carol turned raising her fists but she found the referee in the way and she retreated to her corner as Rusty laughed, “Too easy wimp go and have a little cry before I really kick your fat arse!” as they made it back to their corners. Rusty supported by a man called Razor apparently her manager and a woman called Crazy Karen accompanied them dressed as some kind of gothic character. “This could be fun,” smiled Beaker to Consort as finally the bell was rung for the start of the match with Rusty skipping around the ring quickly as Carol moved more cautiously forward.
Stepping forward, Carol went for a wrist and elbow lock up only to find the woman’s right fist snapping her forehead back and suddenly the role of the leather gloves became clear. An arm drag sent the Yorkshire woman spinning to the mat leaving herself open to all sorts of follow ups but the Lancashire Lass strutted around goading the woman and acknowledging the crowd. Finally, she stepped forward to pull Carol up using her right wrist and a little light hair pull and hoisted her off her feet before delivering a slow body slam. The move was so slow that Carol’s feet met the mat first and she was able to absorb the impact and land in a controlled manner as again the so-called hard case continued her strutting. “I think the Bruiser has made a big mistake,” warned Consort adding, “So called Professional Wrestling is generally pretty fake and is called an entertainment now in the States she’s about to learn about female fighting big time from Ms Smith!”

Rusty finished her latest strut and stepped back to her opponent apparently lying stunned on the mat and reaching down grabbed Carol’s right wrist and tugged her up again lightly pulling the woman’s hair. This time as Carol came up the Yorkshire woman’s right fist exploded from the mat to slam into the black briefs of her opponent right between the thighs. Time seemed to stand still as Rusty gasped and rocked back on her heels and then sat down in a mixture of surprise and distress as Carol straightened up, “Stop fucking about bird brain,” she snarled before kicking the woman hard in the chest knocking her to her back and then following her down drove a knee to the naked navel of the woman. Rusty sat up air exploding from her lungs as Carol also rose to her feet only the Yorkshire woman intended to pull her opponent up and she used just the long red hair of her rival. Rusty would have screamed but she had no air in her lungs a situation not helped as Carol swung a punch low to her belly just above the briefs keeping her under control and folded in half.

A knee lift to the breasts had the woman rocked back on her heels as Carol continued her assault moving to stand in front of her opponent before violently kneeing the woman in the groin. Rusty crumpled towards the canvas and was knocked to her back by two more knees one to each breast as Carol controlled her descent by more hair pulling. The crowd gasped as the local crashed to the canvas and Carol sneered, “Now you can strut and goad dearie!” as her opponent struggled on the mat, “But a real fighter keeps attacking,” added Ms smith launching a leg drop that crashed across the gasping woman’s throat. The referee was stunned this was not what he expected but the crowd were roaring they wanted violence and action between the women and the Yorkshire woman was delivering it. Carol rolled to her knees next to the gasping woman and teased, “Now for a real lesson hard case!” as she reached down to viciously clamp pinch holds on the woman’s nipples and brutally pull her to her feet by the twin tit attack.

Then as a pain wracked Rusty reached her feet the knee was used again to blast her across the belly and fold her into an Irish whip and belly stomp that held nothing back before Carol heaved her up again by wrist and hair with more emphasis on the hair pulling than arm dragging. The younger woman was whipped forcefully into a corner crashing into the canvas covered padding before Carol collided with her at pace to deliver a full frontal body check plastering the red head to the padding. “Now to show you why you need to think about your dress bimbo!” taunted Carol as she stepped back to punch the woman in the guts. Carol folded forward as Carol scoffed, “Soft in the guts aren’t you bitch!” before forcing Rusty head between her legs to hold her steady then she simply pulled the ties on the woman’s bikini top and let the garment fall to the canvas revealing the wrestlers breasts. Judging from the squeal probably for the first time in public as Carol stepped back releasing her opponent’s head but holding her hand down with her hand.
“When you’ve got a bitch controlled and her tits are hanging around remind her that they’re vulnerable!” taunted Carol before lifting her knees into the swinging breasts half a dozen times before she let the woman crumple to the canvas cupping her throbbing pain filled breasts. Carol turned towards Razor and sneered, “Hard case is she even my bitch could take her!” the Goth woman was shouting obscenities until Helen taking the hint went round the ring and shut her up with a fine punch in the face and then a solid knee to the groin that doubled the woman up a forehead slam to the apron left her slumped on the floor as the small crowd roared their approval. “Now for this bitch,” sneered Carol grabbing the wrestler by the hair again and dragging her to her feet and pulling her submissively around the ring pausing to rake her face along the ropes and then deliver half a dozen forehead slams in the corner as she set about dismantling the woman. “Well bitch still feel like you’re the hardest woman in fighting?” scoffed Carol as she slapped the woman’s breasts about and as it appeared Rusty was about to fight back Ms Smith slammed her knee into the woman’s groin again. Folding forward Rusty found herself pulled into a side headlock and then dragged quickly from the corner and slammed into the mat via a running DDT that pummelled her breast and face into the rosin. She screeched in pain and then found herself being tortured in the tits again as Carol wickedly dragged her face down across the mat ensuring the soft breast flesh received a rough dragging over the mat. Rusty was close to tears as her tits were torn across the mat a situation not helped as Carol stopped parted her thighs and punted her hard in the sex with her boot. “Now to see if you’re a real woman,” threatened Ms Smith as she kicked the woman to her back and dropped astride her facing her feet and proceeded to untie the thigh fasteners on Rusty’s briefs before violently pulling them free and tossing them into the crowd, “Well that at least is one thing that’s not phoney about you,” scoffed Carol as she ripped at the revealed ginger pubic thatch of the now crying woman beneath her.

“Oh shut up,” snarled Carol clenching her fist to pound three brutal blows into the soft centre of Rusty’s sex leaving the woman gasping and struggling on the mat as she herself rose to her feet. Employing her feet again she gave the woman a vicious stomping giving each breast and the abused sex of the woman a tattoo of stomps before landing a leg drop across the bruised breasts for good measure. Staring into the tear streaked face of the woman Carol sneered, “Won’t be mouthing off again will you bitch?” Rusty meekly shook her head as the referee stepped forward to apparently count a pin, “Hang on!” said Carol, “I’m not finished yet!” and she grabbed Rusty by the hair to pull her head and shoulders from the mat. A sharp punch between the eyes decked the woman stunning her and allowing Carol to peel off the leather gloves and put them on her own hands then another heel stomp just above the pubic line sat the wrestler up into a hair pulling tug to her feet. Scooped off the mat Rusty then suffered a brutal body slam, “That’s how you slam someone bitch,” scoffed Carol really enjoying humiliating the so called wrestling champion. Dragging the woman up Carol then applied a brutal bar hug adding to the woman’s distress by delivering a brutal head butt that drew blood from the woman’s nose before slamming her sex a final time via an atomic drop to the knee cap. Rusty crumpled eyes glazing only prevented from hitting the canvas by Carol cupping her chin, “And this is how you knock trash out,” she called before decking the woman with a brute of a right hook to the chin. Rusty span around and crashed face first to the canvas out for the count which this time the referee was allowed to deliver before Carol rolled the unconscious woman to her back and posed over her as the crowd cheered and at their insistence even sat astride the beaten woman’s face for photographs rubbing her crotch over the woman’s mouth and nose. Finally she strode from the ring with a pile of cash a huge grin and a meaningful stare at Grace, “You and the chink are next real fights are so much better don’t you think?” Grace nodded mouthing, “Next time you’re going down!” but for now Ms Carol Smith was clearly number one and a match for most. THE END