Aging Champion by Blitz

Shania the beautiful brunette had just turned age 38. For the past 10 years the incredible brunette had just about owned the Women's Wrestling League Title. Over the past 10 seasons Shania had beaten back many opponents, some much stronger than herself but somehow this smallish well-built dynamo had managed to retain her title longer than anyone else in the league's history. Her glossy 154-6 record over the past 10 campaigns had earned everyone's respect. Her six losses, two to visiting Mid-West Champion Cindy Crawford, one to West Coast Champion Arianne Zuker, her most recent loss coming at the hands of the new kid on the block Brittany Spears, and two to her hated rival and nemesis Faith Hill. Faith had posted a glossy 108 and 30 record over those same 10 years, 24 of those losses at the hands of Shania. In any other league Faith might well have gone down in history as a great Champion, but Shania had squashed any thoughts of Faith becoming a long-term Champion. Faith however had developed a taste for the title with her two brief stints as the Champion deciding to stay in the sport just to cause Shania pain.

At age 38 Shania now contemplated retirement. Shania had just wretched back the title from the young Brittany Spears who in just her 3rd season in the sport showed much promise. Shania debated about retirement, was she still up to the challenge of putting out yet another fire in the young Brittany, or should she call it a career and allow Brittany to take over the league. There were many other challengers to her title, the South American beauty Natalia Paris showed signs of becoming a superstar, European Star Famke Jannsen had arrived late last season to challenge Shania as had West Coast specialist Carman Electra. Also lurking in the wings waiting to grab the title from a slipping Shania were vets Jennifer Lopez, Alicia Silverstone, Rebecca Romijn Stamos, Kristain Alfonso and the always pesky Jennifer Aniston. Shania had reached every goal she had ever set for herself, she had nothing left to prove but deep down inside Shania desperately wanted to hold onto her title. She knew she was aging, she knew anyone of these women could take her coveted title, she knew Brittany would someday be a force to be reckoned with, but for now Shania knew she could deal with the upstart Ms. Spears and the rest of her challengers.

Shania believed she had another season left in her tired well-sculpted body. She knew at age 38 it wouldn't be easy, but nothing over the past 10 years had come easy. Shania had decided to give it one more shot, one more season.

Well Shania got what she though was a good break when Brittany Spears pulled out of their scheduled rematch for the title because of the flu. Shania would now get to pick her foe for the next match. By all rights her next foe should have been Femke Jannsen who sat just behind Brittany in the rankings, but Shania decided to use the rules to her advantage. Instead of meeting Famke, Shania selected Faith Hill as her next opponent, yes her long time hated and bitter rival. Faith you see had retired after last season, discouraged after falling out of the top 10 in the rankings for the first time in over 10 years. After a few months Faith announced her comeback feeling she had ended her career a bit to prematurely, but had only worked her way up to the 20th spot in the rankings when Shania offered her another title shot. The league wasn't unhappy about Shania choosing Faith as her opponent, their wars were legendary and they could bill this match as Shania vs Faith the final chapter. Faith would be a long shot to win, at age 36 Faith was also on the verge of being over the hill, but if anyone could jump from the 20th spot to beat Shania, it would be Faith. Faith knew everything there was to know about Shania, her habits, her moves, and what caused Shania the most pain. Faith was ecstatic that Shania asked her for a title match, she owes it to me Faith said, but Faith at age 36 needed a shortcut back to the top, and a win over Shania would do just that. A win over Shania would also put her career back on the map, at age 36 Faith knew she didn't have time to waste she needed to take advantage of this opportunity and beat Shania and claim her title. Faith also knew a loss to Shania would hurt her career; in-fact at her age it might end her career especially is she was injured.

Shania had thought choosing Faith, as her foe was a smart move. Faith was still rusty from her retirement. Faith was also coming off an embarrassing loss to Natalia Paris where the one time super star barely showed any offence against a stronger quicker and meaner Natalia. Shania also believed picking Faith might be a big draw; it had been over a year since the two vixens had met. Shania responded to Faith's remarks saying (she owes me), with Shania saying I do owe Faith, no question about it. I feel bad for Faith, all these years and always second best, and now poor Faith has slipped down so far I thought I would give her one last thrill.

Shania's comments hurt Faith, I'm hurt Faith said, I always tried my best and that Brunette bitch always seemed to escape, not this time if I get the chance I'll murder her. I would like nothing better than to steal her title, and at the same time squeeze the life from her body.

Shania responded by saying, she going to kill me, what a joke, she beat me twice in 10 years, twice out of 25 matches, is she crazy. Shania then said, I hope she knows she just ended her career, I won't be happy now unless that bleach blonds career ends.

The two women continued their insults all week long exciting the league and selling tickets for the match. Another sell out, Shania's matches always seemed to sell out but her Rivalry with Faith drew even more fans knowing the two women would do everything they could to destroy each other. Brittany, Femke, Natalia, Alicia, Rebecca, Jennifer and Kristain all salivated, hoping the two aging stars might end each other's careers. It wouldn't be a pretty match; everyone felt an unusual excitement, as the Faith Shania wars would finally come to an end with this match. An end of an era, a 10-year struggle would finally come to a close with this match.

The day of the match Faith said, I can feel it; I have one more big win in me. After months of trying to battle my way back up from the pack I finally have a golden opportunity to claim the title that eluded me most of my career. I can wash away ten years of frustration by beating that old bitch. Asked if she would retire if she won the title match Faith said, I don't know I'll worry about that after I win, but who knows I might want to show Brittany and Natalia a few things.

Shania laughed, if she wins what a stupid bitch. Faith is in for a shock. I will show her no mercy. Faith brings out the worst in me, I can feel my bloodlust against her and I have always had all I can do to keep from killing her when we fight, this time I plan to let my bloodlust go wild and where it ends who knows.

Just minutes before the big match Shania was slipping into her tight fitting black leather catsuit. Shania always wore a leather catsuit feeling it offered her the most protection from assaults. Shania looked calm, she looked the part of a champion. A knock on the door indicated they were ready for her, it was show time. Shania slowly zipped up the catsuit and headed for the ring pulling on a pair of black leather gloves along the way.

Just down the hall in another locker room Faith nervously pulled on her white satin pajamas and her black leather gloves. She shook from head to toe; it had been over a year since she had had such an important match. Faith looked like a desperate woman, which she was. A loss would end her career, or even worse kill her, a win and it was all hers. Faith opened the door and headed for the ring knowing she needed to perform like never before.

Both women were greeted with cheering fans; the crowd was electrified awaiting what should be a momentous battle. Faith crawled into the ring first, eager to get the fight started, but hesitant to begin, with so much at stake for her. Shania slowly and confidently pulled herself into the ring, classy and regal as ever, but unusually tired looking still stinging from her struggle with Brittany a few weeks back. The ref checked the women for foreign weapons; also making sure both wore the mandatory gloves to keep incredible features and beauty in tact. The ref signaled the women were ready and she gave the order to begin.

Shania and Faith stared into each other's eyes, neither in any hurry. There was always a forbidden respect between the two women even though Shania had won so many of the fights; Faith had come so close on so many occasions only to lose at the last minute. Shania still respected Faith, even though it was her job to destroy the blond beauty, Shania would always have a warm spot in her heart for Faith. Faith also had respect for Shania as she put it, losing 20 times to a woman causes a bit of respect for her, I might hate her, but she's good.

Nothing was said each woman checking out the other looking for a weakness, a momentary slip that would allow an advantage. Finally Shania made a move, a quick kick to Faith's shin, thud the match was on. Faith the grizzled vet responded quickly slapping Shania across the face not hard but, enough to get Shania's attention. Shania quickly slipped behind Faith and put the pretty blonde into a bear hug squeezing hard just below Faith's perky boobs. Faith again answered the call pulling her head forward then jerking it backwards right into Shania's face. All Faith heard was a sickening crack, her head smashed directly into Shania's beautiful face. Shania dropped to her knees hands covering her face; blood poured out from between the fingers of her now black and red leather gloves and streamed down her exquisite chin before dripping onto the mat. Shania's eyes were filled with tears Faith had broken Shania's nose and her blood was running like a river. Faith surprised herself, she had never seen so much of the red stuff, it looked as though she had slit Shania's throat there was so much blood. Faith only paused for a moment in amazement at what she had done, without mercy Faith kicked Shania between the legs. The defenseless Shania crumbled to the mat, one hand clutching her nose, the other on her throbbing crotch. Faith didn't wait long mounting Shania like a horse then wrapping her wicked long eager fingers around Shania's sensual throat. Shania could only answer Faith with moaning; she was unable to mount a defense at the moment. Faith now believed the match was hers; Shania had lost a lot of blood and was at her mercy. Faith harshly began to squeeze Shania's windpipe closed, thirty seconds, and then forty. It was almost a minute before Shania tried to pry Faith's hands away feeling a sudden burning in her lungs. Shania now had many problems; her nose refused to quit bleeding and the blood wasn't just running out her nose it was running down her throat. Faith now sensed real victory as she could feel Shania choking on her own blood. Faith now worked feverishly to make sure Shania's airway was securely closed her thumbs grinding deep into Shania's throat tube. Faith was no dummy she would allow the blood in Shania's throat to pool up helping suffocate the petite helpless brunette. Faith was filled with confidence, the coveted title just a few short minutes away. Faith smiled wickedly as she watched Shania writhe in agony and choke on her own blood. Faith bent over to Shania, die bitch die she whispered, then followed with a laugh oh I know what you need honey. How do we stop bleeding a tourniquet? Faith reached down to unfasten her white satin pajama belt; hold on Shania help is on the way. Faith realized she was breaking her number one rule, never ever give Shania a break but she couldn't help herself. She could have continued to choke Shania, but somehow just the thought of strangling Shania with her long satin belt made her giddy. Faith knew once the belt was around Shania's throat and her hands were wrapped tightly around the belt the match would be over, there would be no escape for her hated rival, the title would be hers and Shania's life would hang in the balance. Faith could have moved much faster, but she slowly pulled the belt off and even slower wrapped it around Shania's throat drinking in the moment, savoring every last bit of it. Shania also realized if Faith wrapped her hands around the satin noose the match was over; there would be no escape for her. In panic Shania put her knees together, and with as much force as she could muster lifted them quickly into Faith's back. Shania's knees crashed hard into Faith's back sending the blonde sprawling off her. The two ladies were close to the edge of the ring and when Faith was sent forward she landed just in front of the ropes face down, her satin pajama's slippery nature carried the tall blond out onto the hard concrete floor headfirst.

While Shania sucked in much needed oxygen Faith lay unconscious on the floor. Faith had been knocked out by the impact of her head on the concrete floor, blood pouring from her mouth her lips cut badly and a tooth cracked. A few minutes passed before Shania sat up looking for Faith. Once Shania spotted Faith unconscious on the floor she knew she had saved herself once again. Shania slowly unwrapped the blood soaked satin belt from her throat. Shania still suffering from oxygen deprivation desperately wanted to crawl outside the ring to finish Faith off, but her now bleeding, broken and battered 38-year old body refused to go along with her. The mind was willing but the body could not. Faith was now just coming out of it, groggy but awake again. Faith sobbed, she knew she once again she had blown her chance to grab the title, she was so freaking close, closer than ever before but again she found herself in pain. Faith tried to gather herself quickly looking for Shania. Faith was in severe pain, her mouth hurt badly and her left wrist killed, broken from the impact of the fall. Faith now knew if she were to win this match she would have to make a comeback of her own. She could beg for mercy from Shania and give up, but with her broken wrist and at age 36 Faith knew giving up would now spell the end of her career. There was no way a 36-year old ranked 20th in the league could take 6 months off with a broken wrist and hope to return to the top 10 for a title shot, this was it her last chance at the title she so badly lusted for. Shania was now on her feet and making her way out onto the floor. Shania grabbed a handful of curly blonde hair harshly picking Faith's head up. Faith slowly rose to her feet, and Shania gently rolled Faith back into the ring. Shania placed one of Faith's legs on each side of the ring post, then grabbed Faith's feet and harshly pulled Faith crotch first into the ring post. Shania let go of Faith's legs and crawled back into the ring quickly mounting a helpless Faith. Shania now filled with bloodlust began to choke Faith recklessly. Shania still bleeding herself said, oh Faith you're bleeding from your mouth how do we fix that, oh that's right, a tourniquet. Shania pulled out the satin belt and wrapped it around a now shaking Faith's throat. Faith so badly wanted to get back into the match, give it her all but it was her 36-year old body that was letting her down now. Shania said, how does it feel bitch, you wanted to kill me now, and it's your turn to suffer. Faith knew it was over, she knew she could do nothing to Shania now the match was lost. Shania had a history of escaping trouble, making great comebacks throughout her career, but Faith had no history of comebacks. Shania always got the best of Faith, and Faith now realized just how great a champion Shania really was. Faith thought to herself if I go down in history as number 2 behind Shania that wouldn't be bad. As Shania wickedly tightened the satin belt around Faith's throat Faith swallowed her pride, mercy she whispered, please I beg you mercy please. Shania's face lit up, over their long history of battles Faith had never once ever begged for mercy. Shania said, bitch you had me again just inches from victory, you were going to kill me, and now you have the nerve to ask for mercy. Faith gently placed a hand on Shania's face, looking in her eyes I beg for mercy Shania, please you're the best ever and my career is over let me live, I beg you. Shania stared into Faith's incredible blue eyes, she wanted payback but this was a woman who she respected. They had fought for the title 26 times before, and some 20 times before either had the title. As much as Shania wanted to close Faith's windpipe and watch the bleach blonde fade slowly away Shania knew deep down inside she still needed Faith. Whenever Shania needed to punish herself in some way, she would always fight Faith. Their matches were always nasty bloody brawls, but over their long brutal history of wars neither Faith or Shania ever tried to disfigure each others beauty at least on purpose. Shania slowly released her grip on the satin belt allowing Faith oxygen. Do you give Faith? Faith blood still streaming from her mouth said I give. Shania said I'll let you give on one condition. Faith said what is that. Shania said, I will let you give if you promise not to retire, Faith you're not ready to call it a career yet, and I need you. With that Faith said ok, I won't retire. Shania then gently kissed Faith on the forehead; I'll give you one more shot at the title when your ready Faith out of respect Shania said. With that Shania stood up, unzipped her catsuit and headed for the trainers room. Shania always knew when she fought Faith; the whole next week would be spent in the trainer's room and in a hot tub nursing her injuries.

It would be 6 months before their battles could resume, but already Faith and Shania were thinking ahead to that day when each could bring some pain to her exquisite Foe.

BLITZ