KELI'S FIRST TITLE DEFENSE FOR THE MIXED CHAMPIONSHIP

by Cyberwolf (send comments to cyberwolf_mxftr@yahoo.com - looking for artist to illustrate story, prefer Poser style graphics)

Synopsis: Keli fights in the first defense of her Mixed Wrestling Title

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“Come here, babe!” the loud raspy voice came from the corner office just as soon as Keli walked through the door of the gym.

Keli rolled her eyes and sighed as she stopped, turned, then walked through the door of the tiny office. The glass in the door said “Owner/Manager, Mid-Town Indy Wrestling League.” Lenny's office. Lenny was in his mid-50's, overweight and bald. And he ran the league with an iron fist. No one wrestled unless Lenny said they could. He paid the wrestlers a decent wage and provided a well-appointed training facility, but most of them had second jobs to make ends meet.

She hated being called “babe”, but her face was neutral when she entered the office. She was wearing a pair of deep purple exercise shorts, matching sports bra and white Nikes. Her long blonde hair up tied back in double pony tails tied with purple ribbons, looking for all the world like a young school girl. She had come into the gym for her daily workout.

“What do you want, Lenny?” she asked as she looked directly into his small piggish eyes, her own deep blue eyes staring at him unblinkingly. Keli was the only wrestler who showed an open contempt and dislike for Lenny. Her huge fan base was too important to Lenny for him to bother her much, but he was still the boss. He looked her up and down, the unbridled lust shining in his eyes.

Holding up his scheduling book he pointed to a date, “You're wrestling a title defense in two weeks, be ready for it.”

The surprise was evident in Keli's voice, “What? Big Red is still nursing those pulled hamstrings. She won't be ready and you yourself promised her the next shot at my title.” Keli crossed her arms under her full breasts and leaned against the wall. Then she got what Lenny was talking about.

“Oh no! I'm not defending that mixed championship. That was a one time deal. You said so yourself. It was hype for the fans.” Keli pushed herself away from the wall and stood directly in front of Lenny's small desk, her feet spread and her bunched fists on her hips.

“Change of plans, babe. I've created a new mixed division and you're the champ.” Lenny said with a sly grin. “The gate receipts when you wrestled John went through the roof and the videos are selling like hotcakes. There is too much money to be made on this and you are the star. Like it or not.” Pointing his finger at Keli he said in a low threatening voice. “You have a contract with me. You wrestle for me, you wrestle when I say and you wrestle who I say. Or you don't wrestle in this town. Get it! Babe!”

Keli was livid, but held her temper, keeping her gaze cool she answered back calmly, “Who do I have to wrestle?” She didn't like it, but she had signed the contract, so she would do it.

Lenny sneered, “Dan.” Then laughed until he broke into a fit of coughing and wheezing. Finally he was able to say, “It's going to be a no holds barred match and Dan has vowed to beat you in two straight falls.”

Keli set her jaw, stared hard at Lenny then turned on her heel and walked out of his office. “Dan,” she muttered to herself. Yes, she had watched Dan wrestle. He was strong, fast, and vicious. He wrestled dirty and she didn't like dirty wrestlers, especially ones like Dan who were good enough without being dirty, but just had a mean streak and liked to hurt his opponents. She would have to be very careful in the ring with him. The championship match would be two out of three falls which would give Dan plenty of time to try some of his dirty tricks. She would have to be in top form for that fight, because it was going to be a brawl, not a match, if she knew Dan.

Keli was the most popular wrestler in the league, and recently a couple of her fans had approached her with a business proposition. They would invest the money if she would help them start an underground fighting club, that would cater to high rollers who would pay big money to watch live fights between women fighters and between men and women in battle of the sexes fights. They wanted to start locally with her and a few other good wrestlers and fighters, make and sell videos of the fights and then expand if it was successful. They had offered her a share of the company and a share of the profits. Keli had just about made up her mind to accept their offer, but she needed a few more months in the league to get herself financially where she wanted to be. Her contract with Lenny was up in six months and by that time she would be ready. In the meantime, she was determined to stay on top and remain the big draw for the league.

As she headed for the weight room, Dan happened to come out of the men's locker room. He sneered and pointed at her, “Kiss that championship belt goodbye Champ! In two weeks it will be around my waist. I'm going to leave you beaten and defeated in the ring, in front of all your fans! I'll pay you back for what you did to John and win the belt at the same time!” He laughed as he strutted over to one of the rings where his sparring partner and trainer were waiting.

That day, and every day before the match, Keli worked out extra hours preparing her body and mind for the upcoming battle. She had no intention of losing to Dan. Each night, she would relax in the Jacuzzi before heading home and falling into bed exhausted.

Friday night came all too soon. Keli arrived at the arena early to prepare for her bout. The seats were full of excited and cheering fans. Yelling and screaming, cheering on their favorites in the preliminary bouts. She sat in a chair in front of her locker and cleared her mind. Blanking out all distractions as she prepared herself for probably the hardest fight of her career. Finally, she stood and stripped out of her clothes going through her warm up exercises and stretching routine. When she had worked up a fine sheen of sweat she stopped, reached into her locker for a new wrestling outfit. Putting it on, she put her arms through the sleeves of a long black silk robe that reached to the ground, pushed her long blonde hair behind her shoulders and pulled the hood over her head until her face was hidden in shadows. As she left the locker room she could hear the announcer over the PA system calling out the next and last match.

“Ladies and gentlemen! May I have your attention please!” The crowd fell silent. “Tonight's last match will be a title championship bout for the leagues new Mixed Wrestling Division!” The crowd erupted into cheers, stamping their feet, whistling and yelling. The announcer let them gone on for a couple of minutes.

“The challenger tonight, weighing in at 167 pounds of solid muscle and standing 5 feet 8 inches tall, wrestling out of the white corner is the current middleweight male champion! Let's hear it for Dan the Man!” The crowd cheered as Dan trotted down the aisle, jumped to the apron and vaulted over the top rope, dancing around the ring wearing his Middleweight Division belt and his arms raised acknowledging the cheers of the crowd. Stripping off his robe, he tossed it to his corner and strutted to center ring, flexing his lean muscular body as the camera flashes blinked throughout the arena. After a few minutes, he moved to his corner, pulling on the top ropes, waving to the crowd, then turning to face the center of the ring.

Again the PA blared. “Ladies and gentlemen! Our Mixed Division champion wrestling out of the black corner, standing a statuesque 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighing in at 142 pounds of voluptuous woman who is also the Woman's Division champion and a favorite of all the fans is Keli!” The noise of the crowd almost raised the roof and continued as Keli, covered in her black robe made her way slowly down the aisle to the ring, climbing the steel steps and crawling between the ropes.

Dan eyed Keli closely. He had watched all the tapes of Keli's matches he could get his hands on to learn her style and look for any weak spots he could exploit. Dan had no doubt that Keli was an awesome wrestler, but he was sure that he could beat her if he started fast and kept her off-balance. He also had a few surprises planned for Keli.

Keli knew the value of showmanship so she walked to her corner, touched the top turnbuckle for luck then moved towards ring center and stopped, raising her arms to the crowd, letting their cheers wash over her. With deliberate, slow movements she removed the hood from her head. Her long, blond hair cascaded

over her shoulders and down her back. She shook her head back and forth to untangle her hair. The crowd cheered. Slowly she untied the belt and let her robe fall to the mat at her feet. There was an instant of silence as the crowd caught it's breath and Dan's mouth dropped almost to the floor. Keli was wearing a shiny, black micro-bikini that barely covered her nipples and crotch. The cheers of the crowd rose to an animal frenzy as she turned, arms raised letting the crowd admire her perfect Valkryie body. Showing off a little bit and wanting to put Dan off his guard, she slowly and sensuously started doing a routine of stretching exercises that showed off her superb body and kept everyone's eyes riveted on her.

The stage was set. This was going to be more than a championship bout. Dan had been boasting to the local reporters how he was going to win the match in two straight falls and revenge John's loss to Keli. Lenny had made press releases about the match, calling it the Century's Battle of the Sexes and promising the winner a $10,000 bonus.

Above the din of the crowd the PA shouted one more time. “Tonight's bout will be a classic, ladies and gentlemen. Three falls with the winner taking two, by submission or knock out. No holds barred rules and our wrestlers will fight barefooted. A special prize of $10,000 will be awarded to the winner. The referee will only be in the ring to confirm the winner of a fall. There will be no disqualification!” The crowd gasped collectively at the rules for the match. Then cheered. This was what they wanted, good, hard, fast and rough wrestling.

The bell rang to bring the wrestlers to center ring. Keli kept her ice blue eyes riveted on Dan as he tried to stare her down. It took all of Dan's self discipline to not let his eyes roam over Keli's almost naked body. In spite of himself, he felt the front of his tight white wrestling trunks tighten. The temperature at in the ring was high despite the air conditioning and both wrestlers bodies were covered with sweat. The ref said, “You both know the conditions for this match, go to your corners and come out wrestling when the bell rings. I will only signal a submission or a knock out to end a fall.” Dan took two quick steps and pushed on Keli's shoulders with his hands, then quickly turned back to his corner. Keli, expecting Dan to do anything was already stepping backwards when he pushed, continued to back up into her corner to await the bell.

The bell rang again, and the match was on.

Both Keli and Dan rushed to the center of the ring, circling each other looking for an opening. Keli's long hair flowed out behind her like a golden sail. Dan kept his eyes on Keli's, determined not to let his gaze drop to her firm breasts jiggling and almost falling out of the inadequate bikini top. At almost the same instant, they lunged together, locking up, their arms on each other's neck and shoulders. Dan's legs bunched with power as he backed Keli towards the ropes. Her feet dug into the canvas trying to stop Dan's explosion of power, but she slowly gave ground inch by inch. It was a test of strength between two strong and well-conditioned athletes.

Just as her back touched the ropes, Dan stopped pushing, took a short step backwards then stepped forward and brought his right knee up hard and fast into Keli's unprotected crotch. With a gasp of pain that the fans in the front rows could hear, her eyes opened wide in pain. Her legs buckled and she dropped to one knee. Dan quickly stepped back and kicked at Keli's rock hard abdomen, knocking her to the mat where she curled into a ball to protect her abdomen and crotch. The crowd booed at Dan's dirty tactics. Dropping to his knees behind her, he rammed a hard right fist into her kidney. Her back arched in pain as she clamped her jaw and reached for the ropes. Dan laughed evilly, shuffled on his knees towards Keli's feet and grabbed her ankles in both hands. Standing, he lifted her legs and rolled her on her stomach, dragging her towards the center of the ring. Keli's fingers clawed desperately at the canvas and she tried to kick her legs free from his strong grasp. She reeled in pain from Dan's quick and vicious attack.

Dan's fans whooped with joy and stomped their feet cheering on their champion. Keli's fans sat in stunned silence.

Dan dropped Keli's feet and leapt on her back. His knees straddled her body and his ass landed hard on her low back. The impact stunned Keli and forced the air from her lungs. Dan leaned forward, slid his arms between her ribcage and arms, and bent his elbows interlacing his fingers behind Keli's neck. Strands of her long hair caught between his fingers. His arms and shoulder bulged with power as he locked in a full nelson and pulled back, raising Keli's face and breasts off the canvas. At the same time, his hand pushed forward on the back of her head, forcing her chin down towards her chest. The ref dropped to his knees and lowered his head almost to the mat so see Keli's face behind her hair that cascaded almost the mat. Keli kept her eyes open and her lips pressed together tightly as Dan bent and arched her spine horribly with his strength. Her mind had recovered from the initial shock and pushing the pain aside looked for an escape.

"Give up, bitch?" yelled Dan. "Or do I get to hurt you real bad?"

"No!" Keli was able to barely whisper, her chin pressed so far forward it was hard for her to speak. Dan cranked harder on the hold. He pulled back until Keli thought her shoulders and neck were going to rip apart. The crowd was silent. They were waiting for Keli to signal submission. The ref asked Keli three times if she submitted. Each time she groaned out "No." Finally Dan released the hold and Keli dropped face first towards the mat. At the last second she turned her head and her right cheek took the impact. Her lungs heaved for air.

Dan grasped her outstretched arms by the wrist and stood up, pulled her arms backwards and planting his right foot in the middle of her back in a classic surfboard hold. Pain etched across her face. Dan worked the hold, grinning for the TV cameras. The muscles in Keli's arms and shoulder strained and stood out in stark relief under her glistening tanned skin. Dampened with sweat, her hair was a tangled blonde mess around her head. Dan worked and tortured Keli, pulling backwards on both arms, then alternating between her left and right arms. In spite of her efforts, Keli could not control the small gasps and cries of pain that leaked from her full red lips. Her shoulders were on fire with pain. Tears of pain leaked from the sides of her closed eyes.

Again the ref asked for her submission, and again Keli whispered out “No.” Some of her fans were calling out, “Give up Keli, give up!” Keli shook her head, bit her lower lip and held on. Willing herself to bear the pain.

"What's the matter champ?" taunted Dan. "Can't handle a real man in the ring?" Dan gave Keli's arms one last painful yank and let go of her slippery wrists. She slammed down to the mat, her arms flung out at her sides, her mouth open gasping for air and her legs and feet pushing weakly at the mat. By instinct she tried to push herself towards the ropes. Her small bikini top had slid down and under her breasts from the friction against the canvas.

Dan strutted around her, his arms raised to the cheers of his fans. "Get up, champ!", he yelled at her. "Come on, get up and fight!” he yelled down at her, his eyes wide with excitement and spittle spraying from his lips. “What's the matter, can't take it? I thought you were tough, but you're just another cream puff!"

Keli's arms and legs pushed uselessly on the mat.

Dan bent over and grabbed a handful of Keli's long hair, yanking her roughly to her feet. Dazed, Keli's legs wobbled as she tried to find her balance. Grabbing her left elbow and wrist, Dan whipped her into the ropes, spinning her so her back hit and bounced her back into the ring. Dan sidestepped, lifted his right arm and caught Keli's throat in the crook of his elbow. His other arm pressed against the back of her head and his right hand gripped his elbow as he neatly completed the sleeper. He pulled her back against him. Keli's hands grabbed and pulled at his arms to no avail. Her feet and legs thrashed, pressing and rubbing her naked cheeks against the bulge of his manhood. Dan thrust his hips into Keli playing to his fans as they cheered and hooted. Keli's fans stood in shocked silence.

As Keli's struggles became weaker and weaker, Dan pushed her down to the mat. When her struggles ceased, he let her limp body slump unconscious to the mat.

Dan stood, a huge smile on his lips and raised his arms in victory. He lifted a bare foot and planted it heavily across Keli's naked breasts. “Count her ref!” he commanded. He flexed his biceps for the cameras.

Kneeling, the ref looked at Keli's closed eyes and heaving breasts. Her arms and legs flung out like a rag doll on the canvas. Slowly he counted as Dan chanted with him.

“One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

The ref signaled the bell keeper to end the first fall.

DING! DING! DING!

Fall 2

When the bell rang Dan rubbed his foot roughly across Keli's bare breasts. “Wake up champ!” he yelled in a loud taunting voice. “I heard you were such a good, tough wrestler!” Dan was pumped from his victory, his eyes shown with excitement. He licked his lip's and his greedy eyes flowed over Keli's body, up her long perfect legs, the small strip of cloth covering her crotch, over her firm and taut abdomen that rose and fell with her breathing. Removing his foot from her breasts, he bent over gazing hungrily at the large firm mounds and the perky rose colored nipples. Seeing Kel's eyelids fluttering as she regained consciousness he said in a low voice. “That was just a taste bitch. You'll be begging my to let you submit before the second round is done. And you'll crawl on your hands and knees with my Championship belt and put it around my waist!” His brown eyes flicked one more time over her prone body, nudged her in the ribs with his toe, “Wake up!”, then turned and strutted back to his corner, raising his arms to his cheering fans.

When he got to his corner he held up one finger yelling to the crowd, “One down, one to go!” His fans hooted and cheered. Dan grabbed his crotch and humped his hips at the crowd.

“Are you okay?” Keli heard the ref's voice sounding like it was coming from the end of a long tunnel. She blinked her eyes, the hot harsh overhead lights making her squint. Her head throbbed and felt like it was full of cotton at the same time. She lifted her head moving her arms until she was propped up on her elbows. She nodded, taking deep breaths, waiting for the cobwebs to clear. This was the first time she had been knocked out in a match. It felt weird.

“Let me help you up.” The ref started to put his hand around her upper arm.

“No.” Keli shook her head. She rolled to her side then to her hands and kneels. Her legs and arms felt weak and the muscles quivered. Not moving she looked down where the ends of her long, now sweat-dampened hair dragged along the mat.

“You have five minutes. Be ready!” the ref said roughly as he got to his feet and walked over to the Timekeeper. He was disgusted with Dan but his job was only to call the falls.

Keli pushed herself to her feet, stood for a moment to catch her balance then holding her head high walked to her corner, waved and smiled to her fans and turned to face Dan in the opposite corner. She watched him strutting and playing to his fans. Upset with herself for letting Dan surprise her, she flexed and moved her arms and shoulders, arching her back and loosening up her tight muscles. Other than a twinge or two, her superb conditioning had kept her from being seriously injured. Looking down she realized that her bikini top had slipped down under her breasts. To the cheers and groans of the fans, she slipped each small triangle of cloth over her sore, abraded nipples. The rough canvas had rubbed them raw. Shaking out her arms and legs, she tossed her head, flipping her long hair back over her shoulders. Resting her arms along to top rope, she put one foot on the bottom rope and looked up at the clock.

Two minutes left.

She quickly went over in her mind the start of the first fall, seeing how she had been naïve to not expect Dan to immediately revert to dirty tactics. His strength and quickness had also been a surprise. She would not get surprised again. This was only Keli's second match against male competition. While she occasionally sparred with men her size, none were of the caliber of fighters that Dan was. She had to start fast and keep him off-balance until she could get a submission. Her legs were her strongest asset and Dan would probably be way of getting caught between her thighs. That was fine with Keli. She worked out religiously with weights and although her muscles were not pumped up like a body builder, they were lean and strong.

Dan had continued to strut, laugh and joke with his fans. Bragging how he was going to beat Keli again in the second fall. “She's going to be begging me to let her submit,” he boasted to some of his loudmouth fans in the first few rows. He flexed his arms and pumped up his chest. He was relaxed and confident he was going to win the match.

One minute left.

Keli shook out her arms, clenching and unclenching her fingers. The familiar tingling in the pit of her stomach started like it always did just before she came together with another fighter. She rubbed her feet on the canvas and took some deep slow breaths. Keli cleared her mind and focused her large blue eyes on Dan. Concentrating and shutting out the sounds of the crowd. It was time to get down to business and show this clown what she could do. As the seconds ticked down, Keli spread her stance, flexed her knees and raised her arms to guard moving a short way out from her corner. Her whole body conveyed the image of a large dangerous cat on the hunt, while her eyes caught and held Dan's.

“Better get ready Dan, Keli's coming to get you!” shouted a fan from the second row. Dan snorted and turned. A knife of ice traveled up his spine and he gave a small shudder. Keli was moving in and to his left. A red warning light in his brain went off “Danger! Danger!” He blinked his eyes and shook his head almost in disbelief. Here was this sensuous erotic almost naked woman coming towards him looking at him like she was going to devour him. He hesitated for a moment, the confident smile left his face, then rolling his shoulders he began a slow stalk to his right, his arms in guard, eyes narrowed and drawing breath through his slightly parted lips.

DING! DING! DING!

Before the bell had rung the third time both fighters had turned in and lunged at each other. Arms up reaching for shoulders and neck. Just before impact, Keli crouched lower, swiveling to her left, bringing her right arm under Dan's guard up along his ribcage, her hand on his shoulder blade and her forearm pushing up on his arm pit. Grabbing onto his right wrist with her left hand she twisted hard to her left and bent at the waist, executing an almost perfect hip toss. Dan rolled over her right hip, throwing out his left arm as his feet left the mat. His body turned in the air and he landed hard on his back and shoulder.

Without releasing his wrist, Keli followed Dan to the mat, dropping her knees on his ribcage and the side of his head, her hands moving to capture him in an arm bar. With a cry of pain, Dan quickly snap rolled away from Keli before she set the bar. Keli moved with him and chopped at the inside of his elbow with a balled fist, forcing his arm to bend and pulling it up tight against his back. Setting her knees on the canvas on either side of him, she pushed on his wrist and elbow until his hand was pressed into his back between his shoulder blades. The hammerlock torqued Dan's shoulder until he gasped and grimaced in pain.. Holding his arm in place with one hand, Keli grabbed a handful of Dan's thick hair, pulled his head back, then slammed him face first into the canvas. A cheer went up from the crowd. Dan groaned as his cheekbone ground into the mat.

Feeling Keli's fingers tighten on his hair again Dan surged forward with a burst of power, pushing off the mat with his feet, like a sprinter leaving the starting blocks. He tucked his head, raised his body and pushed himself into a somersault. In the rhythm of the fight now, Keli flowed with Dan's move, smoothly wrapping her long lean tanned legs around his waist and hugged his shoulders with her free arm. Her breasts mashed hard into his shoulder blades, clinging tightly to his back and her hammerlock as they rolled forward and over as one. Her move lessened the impact of Dan's weight settling on her. As soon as she was on her back, Keli squeezed her thighs against his sides bringing a grunt of pain from Dan's throat.

“Gotcha now, big boy!” Keli grinned. A sudden scream pierced the roar of the cheering crowd. Dan had sunk his strong, thick fingers into the Keli's breast, clawing viciously into the tender flesh. With her free hand Keli landed two hard punches into Dan's left ear, raised her right leg and brought her foot down in a short fast arc, digging her heel low into his abdomen. Dan shrieked and his fingers slipped from her breast pulling the tiny bikini top down below the luscious mound. Panting in pain, Keli jerked on his right wrist bringing howls of pain from Dan, the hammerlock straining his shoulder. With a quick move, she snaked her legs down and inside Dan's thighs, hooking her insteps behind his knees and spread his legs apart. Dan struggled against this double attack by Keli, pain written across his face. Keli's thighs flexed with power and spread his legs like a wishbone. His shoulder burned like a white hot poker was lancing deep inside.

The ref dropped to one knee beside the sweaty struggling fighters. With a smirk on his lips he asked Dan, “Submit?”

Dan glared at the ref, spit out “Hell no!” and howled again in agony.

Keli went to work on Dan to weaken him. She worked his legs and shoulder unmercifully. Dan grunted, howled and cursed at her and the ref, using up valuable strength and energy in his futile struggle. Cupping his chin with her free hand she taunted, ‘Oooooh, does that hurt big boy?” Getting a strained “Fuck you!” from Dan. “How about this?” Keli retorted, relaxing her thighs slightly then jerking them wide apart. Sharp knives of pain ripped down Dan legs. He screamed. “Nooooooooooooo!” Shaking his head at the ref.

Keli could feel Dan weakening. Pulling their legs together she twisted to her left, easily rolling Dan over on his belly. Immediately she grapevined and spread his legs apart, arching her back and pressing her pelvis into his low back. She easily moved his arm out of the hammerlock and leaned forward stretching and pinning it to the mat above his head. She grabbed and captured Dan's left wrist, lifted his arm up and forcefully pinned it to the mat. With Dan spread out in a “X” under her, she paused a moment to catch her breath, looking around and smiling at her cheering fans.

Dan was in pain, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He almost whimpered as Keli's strong body stretched him apart. “Where did this wildcat come from?” he thought. He had overpowered her so easily in the first fall that the second was going to be a cake walk. Yet here he was, spread out helplessly under this young female wrestler biting down on his lower lip to keep from yelling out a submission. The muscles of his inner thighs quivered and burned each time Keli nudged his legs wider apart. He tried to move his arms, but her strong grip on his wrists pinned them hard against the mat. He could feel her power in each square inch that their sweat covered bodies pressed together. The only thing he could move was his head. Squinting and groaning, he twisted his head from side to side. His fans were sitting in shocked silence. “Aaaahhhhh!” he pressed his cheek into the canvas, trying to ride out the pain as Keli's thighs nudged him apart another inch.

Keli was in complete control. It took little effort to keep Dan spread out under her. Each time she tensed her thighs, she spread his legs further and further apart. She smiled inwardly. What Dan didn't know was she had dancing and gymnastics training and could do a full splits. Taking slow deep breaths through her flared nostrils, she sucked oxygen deep into her lungs. She was tiring, the pace of the match taking it's toll. It was time to bring this fall to an end.

“Go on, ask him!” she grinned at the ref, pressing and grinding her pelvis into Dan's back and nudging his legs further apart.

Dan screamed as pain shot through his body yelling “No! Nooooooo!” to the ref's question.

The ref shook his head, “Dumb shit.” He thought and backed away. He was enjoying this fall. He had watched Keli come into the league and had always admired her fighting spirit and the hard work she put into being successful. He shrugged his shoulders, muttering “Fight on!”

Dan was about finished. Struggling only increased the pain and wasted energy. Panting hard for breath he tried to shut out the pain of his hips being torn apart and hope he got an opening. He wasn't conceding the fall yet.

Noticing that Dan had stopped resisting, Keli decided to taunt him, make him mad and try to fight back.

“What's the matter big boy? Can't get loose? Is the bad little girl too strong for you?” she taunted in a little girl voice.

“Fuck you bitch!” growled Dan angrily.

Giggling she teased, “Oooo, does it hurt? How about this?” Keli tensed her thighs and jolted Dan's legs apart.

“Iiiieeeee!” shrieked Dan, “Stop!” Dan gasped, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open, looking like a fish out of water as he tried to catch his breath. His crotch and legs vibrated with pain.

“Say, ‘I submit Keli!' and I'll let you go. Promise.” Keli continued in that innocent little girl voice that seemed to make Dan so angry.

Through clenched teeth, Dan gasped “Fuck you!”

“You wish, don't you Dan?” Keli taunted back. With a quick movement she unhooked her legs and pulled herself up his back, yanking his arms back along the canvas and dropping her knees down on his triceps.

Dan screamed again as his muscles were crushed against the bone.

Grabbing Dan's hair with both hands, Keli started to alternate her weight from her left knee to her right knee, taking the strength from his arms.

Dan howled and weakly kicked his feet on the mat.

The ref dropped to a knee asking Dan the one word question, “Submit?”

Dan managed to croak “No!”

Her blue eyes blazed in fury as Keli prepared to finish her helpless victim. Tangling her hands in his hair she lifted his head and smashed his face into the canvas, rubbing it back and forth. Dan's cries of pain were muffled by the mat. Still gripping his hair she pushed to her feet pulling a stunned and dazed Dan with her. His weak wobbly legs threatened to buckle. Without stopping, Keli moved her left arm to his shoulder, crouched and snaked her right arm between his legs. Using her legs and back muscles she grunted and lifted Dan off the canvas, turned and slammed him to the canvas. The ring took as Dan's back took the entire impact, his arms and legs spread and flopped loosely. Keli jumped into the air and stretched out her legs. Her right leg crashed down across Dan's throat and upper chest. Kneeling, she used a limp arm to turn him over on his belly, then Keli scooted herself until she was sitting on the canvas above Dan's head. Spreading her legs she grabbed his hair, lifted his head and scooted forward until his face was pressed directly against the sweaty cloth of her bikini. Methodically she hooked her right leg behind his head and tucked her foot behind her left knee, bent her left leg and completed the figure four head scissors. Dan still hadn't resisted, but his eyes were open with a confused dazed look in his face.

Fans were yelling “Finish him! Finish him!” Their roars filled the arena and washed over her. She adjusted the position of her right foot, then placed her hands on the canvas and pushed herself up off the mat, locking her elbows, arched her back and looked at the ceiling. Her left leg forced her right calf against the back of Dan's head, crushing his face into her crotch. His body stiffened and jerked, feet pushing and kicking the canvas, his fingers clutching and clawing at her unyielding legs. Keli's humid muskiness filled his nostrils as his lungs tried desperately to pull in a breath of air. His pulse pounded in his head. As he slid towards unconsciousness, his arms and legs became too heavy to lift. With a sigh, the darkness closed over him, he shuddered and went limp.

Keli held the figure four for a few more seconds, then letting her breath whistle through her clenched teeth she lowered herself to the canvas and unwrapped her legs from around Dan's head. She pushed and turned Dan over on his back and crawled on top of him. One knee planted in the middle of his chest, the other digging into his bicep. With her wild tangled blonde mane, chest and taut abdomen heaving for air, breasts rising and falling, ribs showing under her wet skin each time she took a breath she looked like a predator crouched above it's fallen prey.

Looking over at the ref, she yelled, “Count him ref!”

Slowly he counted as crowd chanted with him.

“One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

The ref signaled the bell keeper to end the second fall.

DING! DING! DING!

Keli's fans screamed and jumped for joy.

Fall 3

Keli stayed crouched over Dan's unconscious body, shaking off the ref's attempt to raise her arm in victory. Soon Dan's eyelids fluttered as he started to regain his senses. Raising her right arm, Keli swung it fast in a downward arc. “SMACK!”, the sound of her open palm slapping his wet cheek sounded like a gunshot. The crowd quieted and a few fans went “Ooooo, Keli is pissed big time!”

Dan's head had started to clear when the stinging pain from Keli's slap popped his eyes wide open and snapped his head sharply to his right. Too stunned to speak, he turned his head, his eyes smoldering hate.

Leaning over Dan's face, her wet tangled hair spilling over her shoulders Keli growled at Dan through clenched teeth, “That's for clawing my boob, asshole!” Pushing off his chest, she stood, raised her arms in victory and strutted back to her corner. Pointing, laughing and bantering with her fans. She deliberately left her bikini top pulled down below her breasts to the delight of her male fans. Bending to pick up a towel, she blotted and wiped some of the sweat from her tanned body, then laughing she tossed the damp towel into the audience. Keli knew the value of the fans and she always did her best to make them feel special.

The overhead lights were strong and the temperature in the ring was in the high 80's. She took a few swallows from a water bottle, then turned to face the ring, her arms laying on the top rope. She watched Dan in his corner as he tried to recover from the second fall. Glancing at the clock which showed 90 seconds to the third and final fall she raised her arms and combed back the wet locks of her hair, took some slow deep breathes, and cleared her mind. Her dark blue eyes focused on Dan.

After Keli's slap, Dan had rolled to his hands and knees, angrily slapping the canvas, upset with himself for losing the fall. Pushing to he feet he muttered to himself as he walked to his corner, the taunts and jeers of Keli's fans ringing in his ears. Ignoring the crowd he reached his corner, drank some water, then rolled his neck and shoulders, working out the kinks from Keli's figure four. As he sucked in air a whiff of Keli's aroma that clung to his face caused a tightening in his groin. A feral grin curled his lips and he let his eyes stare hungrily over her almost nude body. She might have won the second fall, but he was going to enjoy slowly crushing her to defeat. She had proven she was skilled and strong, but Dan was confident he would win the third and final fall. Crouching, his arms out and his eyes steady on Keli, he moved out towards the center of the ring.

Keli had been watching Dan confident she knew what he was thinking and just as confident she would win the fall and the match. She knew he would stop at nothing to win and that this last fall was going to be an all out battle. A test of will, skill, strength and stamina. She could end the fight with a quick kick or knee to Dan's groin, but Keli was determined not to win that way; however it was obvious Dan would maul her crotch or breasts at any opportunity. Just as she moved away from her corner, she reached behind her, untied the bow holding on her bikini top, whipped it off and tossed it towards Dan. It arced through the air, accompanied by the shouts of the crowd and landed close the center of the ring. Noticing Dan's eyes following the flight of her top, she followed quickly, arms up and charging towards Dan just as the bell rang.

DING! DING! DING!

Dan was caught by surprise! At the last second, Keli ducked under Dan's guard her thighs and calves bunching and straining as she drove her left shoulder into Dan's solar plexus, wrapping her arms around his torso. Her grunt of effort mingled with the surprised whoosh of air driven from Dan's lungs. Using her legs and back muscles she lifted Dan's feet off the mat and slammed his back into the turnbuckles of his corner. The ropes and stanchions shook from the impact. Dan's back arched in pain and beads of sweat from his hair splattered on the first rows of fans. Keli quickly straightened turned her back to a stunned Dan, reached her arms over her right shoulder, and clasping her hands behind Dan's neck, stepped forward and crouched, pulling a surprised Dan over her shoulder in a perfectly executed snap mare. Dan landed hand on his back. Winded and stunned, Dan managed to roll quickly to his knees to meet Keli's charge. As she dropped to her knees, he managed to slide his arms on either side of her ribcage and using her momentum, he twisted and fell to his left, taking Keli with him. Keli's arms snaked around his neck and pulled his face into her breasts.

Hitting the mat on their sides, Dan pushed on the canvas with his feet, rolling Keli on her back and scissoring her legs. His hands immediately reached behind his head, trying to pry Keli's grip loose and free his head from the sweaty trap between her firm breasts. Keli tightened her grip around Dan's head by grasping each elbow with her opposite hand, working her legs back and forth trying to break his scissors. She could feel the hardness of his manhood pressing against her, it's throbbing heat searing though the thin material of her bikini as Dan squirmed and fought against her unbudging headlock. Getting short of air, Dan gave up trying to break her grip and move his hands to the mat. At the same time he unscissored her legs and pulled his knees under him. Pushing up with his arms and legs, he lifted Keli's upper body a few inches off the canvas. Locking his elbows, he raised his right leg, then jammed his kneecap into the top of Keli's thigh. Keli's mouth opened in a gasp of pain, her grip on Dan's head weakening. Pressing his advantage, Dan sneered a wicked grin, raised and dropped his knee again on Keli's thigh. Keli's face grimaced in pain as her grip broke and her back hit the mat. Her thigh throbbing in pain.

Dan immediately rose up, sitting on Keli's upper thighs, his knees pressing tightly against her hips. With a howl of glee, he thrust his right hand low into Keli's belly, his fingers clawing into the firm abdominal muscles just above the waistline of her bikini. Gasping and clenching her jaw against the pain, Keli's back arched and her body squirmed. Her hands reached to pull Dan's claw from her belly, but he slapped them away with his free hand.

“What's the matter, babe? Does it hurt?” Dan taunted, seeing and laughing at the pain in her eyes and face.

She moved her feet, trying to bridge, but his weight on her thighs kept her from getting enough leverage to push him off, panting for breath and yelling, “No! No! No!” as the ref approached. The pain cut like a knife as Dan fingers slowly broke down the resistance of her tensed abdomen. Her hands shot out and in desperation gripped his wrists, her short but sharp nails digging into the soft skin.

“Owwww! Bitch!” growled Dan, “You asked for it!” He rose up on his knees, pushing down and twisting his hand and fingers into her belly. Keli screamed in pain. Dan's weight lifting from her legs gave her a chance. Bending her knees she placed her feet flat of the canvas, thrusting her hips upwards and pushing with her feet, she bridged and twisted to her right. Using her grip on Dan's left wrist, she pulled him with her as she started to roll. Surprised, Dan lost his grip on her abdomen and toppled. As Keli rolled on top of Dan, she pinned his arms to the mat, moving her left leg from between his legs. Before she could move her right leg, Dan scissored her thigh.

They were both breathing hard, mouths open as they stared into each other's eyes. The ends of Keli's hair trailed across Dan's face. Her belly burned with pain. Leaning forward she faked another breast smother, lowering her breasts over Dan's face, then drawing back her left knee and bouncing it off his ribcage. Dan jerked and gasped. Keli raised up on her arms and let her breasts drop on he face, at the same time pulling and tugging her right leg free. She quickly moved her legs, straddling Dan's waist and sitting on his groin. Dan immediately bridged to buck Keli off. She leaned to her right, snaking her right leg under Dan's back and locked her ankles, trapping Dan in a body scissors. Keeping her grip on his right wrist, she propped herself up on her right elbow and begin to constrict her python-like legs. Dan bridged and bucked as Keli's thighs bulged with power. When he tried to sit up, she twisted and leaned into him, forcing him back to the mat. Dan pounded his free fist on her rock hard thigh. Keli grinned “What's wrong boy? Am I squeezing too hard for you? Does it hurt?” and straightened her legs, increasing the pressure, a feeling of almost sexual power flowing through her body as Dan's struggles became weaker.

Dan couldn't believe the strength in Keli's legs. It felt like he was being squeezed in two. Each time he let out a breath, Keli's thighs tightened, keeping him from drawing a full breath. He kicked and bridged, but Keli's thighs were slowly squeezing the strength out of him. He had to get loose, and get loose soon. Turning his head, he spied Keli's bare breasts just inches from his free hand. Reaching out, he clawed his fingers into the firm flesh, twisting and pulling. Keli shrieked, loosening her scissors, grabbing the hand mangling her breast with both hands. Dan surged into her, twisting his torso inside her legs and turning her on her back. He clawed into her other breast with his free hand, pushing himself to his knees, leaning forward and folding Keli into a matchbook.

The crowd was in a frenzy, standing and yelling, shouting for their favorite.

Keli's breasts were on fire, the pain of Dan's fingers digging savagely into the tender flesh was almost more than she could bear. Tears leaked from the corner of her narrowed eyes. Dan dug his fingers deeper and leaned farther forward, the gloat of victory in his eyes. With a cry of fury, she grabbed two handfuls of Dan's sweaty hair, twisting the strands between her fingers and yanked with all her strength, squeezing her knees against his sides, using Dan's forward momentum to push and pull him over her head. As Dan moved forward over her, she pushed him off to her right and twisted herself out from under him.

They both got to their knees at the same time. Facing each other, eyes locked they lunged together, hands meeting and fingers intertwining, breasts smashed against muscular chest, knees then feet digging and pushing on the canvas, muscles straining as they struggled against each other in a primal battle for supremacy. They buried their faces in each others shoulders, their gasps and grunts carrying over the now silent crowd who watch in awe at the two gladiators, their glistening bodies straining against one another.

Slowly, Dan's greater strength and weight began to wear on Keli, as little by little he pushed her backwards. Keli rolled her wrists and dug her nails into the back of Dan's knuckles. He roared in pain and Keli backed him up. She squeezed harder, digging her nails deeper and pushed into Dan as he gave ground. His grip weakened and Keli squeezed harder, backing him up some more. Suddenly, Dan pulled his head off her shoulder and slid under her, twisting his wrists to the outside and breaking her grip, reaching for her legs. Keli's upper body pressed down on Dan's back and she wrapped her arms around his waist. Feeling his head bump into her crotch, she spread her legs, leaned forward and neatly clamped her thighs against his head, dropped to her knees. Her weight pulled him down to the mat. As soon as her knees touched she leaned and rolled to her left, pulling Dan down on his side, locking her ankles and straightening her legs. Dan grunted and swore in pain. Keli rolled harder onto her back, pulling Dan on top of her. Tensing her sore tender abdomen, she lifted her legs, regripped Dan's head just above her knees and dropped her legs to the mat, cranking Dan's neck backwards, holding his body in place with her belly buster grip around his waist.

“Ahhhhhhh!” ripped hoarsely from Dan's throat. His hands clawed at Keli's thighs and ankles, trying to break the hold. His legs opening and closing trying to apply his own scissors around Keli's head. She moved her head left and right, avoiding him. The ref dropped to his knees when a wail broke from Dan's lips, expecting him to submit at any moment. Instead, Dan managed to get his feet on the mat and bridged, lifting himself and Keli's upper body off the mat. His leg muscles trembled with fatigue and he dropped, his butt crushing Keli's mangled breasts when they hit the mat. Keli gasped in pain and Dan pulled harder on her ankles. Realizing an opportunity, he strained and yelled, bridging again and letting his weight fall on Keli. With a cry of pain, Keli released her head scissors and pushed Dan off her, laying on her back gasping for breath. Dan rolled on his belly, panting, his face red from the strain of the scissors.

For moments, neither fighter moved. The crowd yelled and shouted for their favorite. Finally, Keli moved, turning over and crawling on top of Dan's back. Straddling him, her knees on the mat on either side of his ribcage. The crowd sensed victory and their roar rolled over the ring. Grabbing Dan's hair, Keli lifted his head and drove his face into the mat. Dan yelped and groaned. She did it again. And again. Gripping his upper arms, she tugged and pulled until she has them draped over her thighs, tucked close to her waist. Dan howled “Nooooooooo!” when he realized what's happening. Tired and weakening, Keli reached forward, lacing her fingers together and cupping Dan's chin. “Time to end this big boy!” she yelled at the back of his head. Gathering her strength, she pulled on his chin, leaned back and pushed up with her toes, peeling Dan's face and chest off the mat. He clenched and unclenched his hands and kicked at the canvas with his feet. His scream of pain pierced the cheering of the crowd.

Keli's arms and legs quivered, straining to keep the camel clutch tight until Dan submitted. Clenching her teeth and drawing air through her flared nostrils, she jerked back on Dan's chin. He screeched and tried to shake his head “No” to the ref. The fight was just about gone from Dan. Unable to maintain the hold, Keli eased off and rolled to her left, taking an almost limp Dan with her. As they rolled, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles over his belly. Shifting her hands, she moved her arms pulling the crook of her left elbow in towards Dan's throat. Out of instinct Dan tucked his chin against his chest, his hands pulling on Keli's arms. Keli tensed her thighs and squeezed his sides. He groaned and clutched her thighs, pushing on the mat with his feet.

The crowd could smell victory now and started chanting, “Keli! Keli! Keli!” over and over.

Dan writhed and jerked in Keli's clutches. She alternated between squeezing his sides and working her arm under his chin, saying in his ear, “It' over big boy, you've lost!” Finally, Keli moved her feet and rubbed her heels roughly over his crotch. Yelling, Dan jerked and bucked, lifting his chin just enough for Keli to slide her arm under, and tuck the crook of her elbow against his throat. Placing her other hand on the back of his head, and gripping her elbow, she locked in the sleeper. It was over, a jolt of adrenaline surged through her body. Squeezing with her powerful thighs and tightening the sleeper down on Dan's neck, she tensed her whole body, arching her back and pulling down on Dan's body with her legs and pulling up with her arms and shoulders, squeezing and stretching as the sleeper cut off the blood to his brain. Dan's arms and legs twitched and jerked.

“Say nighty night!” she laughed in his ear. Dan's final struggles were like an orgasmic release, and when his body went limp a wave of heat flowed through her body. She held him for a few moments savoring the rush of power that flooded through her.

When the ref said “It's over he's out!” she still held him until the bell rang.

DING! DING! DING!

The screams and cheers of the crowd shook the rafters of the arena. Lenny, at his ringside seat grinned slyly, thinking about ways to cash in on Keli's popularity. The video sales of this match were going to break all records.

Slowly, Keli relaxed her arms and legs and pushed Dan's limp form off her. Dan rolled and sprawled limply face down on the mat. Opening her eyes, Keli saw the ref's smiling face above her and his outstretched hand offering to help her up. With a grin that lit up her Nordic goddess face, Keli reached up to grip the ref's hand and let him pull her to her feet. He raised her arm in victory. Keli raised her other arm and waved to her fans, smiling and laughing. She planted her foot on Dan's back and struck a victory pose. Camera's flashed and thunderous applause rolled from the crowd.

Keli wasn't done with Dan yet. She gingerly touched her sore breasts where Dan's fingers had clawed them, leaving red welts which were turning to purplish bruises. Her abs were an painful angry mess of red and purple marks from yet another of Dan's claw holds. “The bastard's gonna pay for this!” She bent, gripping Dan's arm and pulling him over on his back. He was regaining consciousness, groaning and blinking dazed eyes, his arms and legs sprawled on the mats.

Keli stood over Dan, her feet planted on both sides of his chest. Bending over and placing her hand on her left knee, she shouted, “Wake up Chump! You lost!” Pointing a finger at him, “What's the matter? Did the big macho man lose to a girl?” Squatting down, sitting on his chest she slapped his face, “C'mon big man, wake up!” When his eyes blinked open she smiled down at him, her deep blue eyes open wide, “Wanna fight some more, or you had enough?” She had picked up her bikini top before she turned Dan over. Wadding it into a small ball she hissed, “Here's something to remember me by!” Holding the wadded up top on his lips she purred, “Open wide!” When he resisted, she pinched his nostrils shut until he opened his mouth to breath, then shoved it between his open teeth. She slapped him hard on the right cheek then stood up, placing her fists on her hips and staring haughtily at him.

Dan's eyes were wide open now. Bulging in fear. What was she going to do? He mumbled, “No more, please no more. You win!”

Keli laughed, “Duh! Of course I won! Now little man, you're going to crawl on your hands and knees over to that nice man who's holding my championship belt, fetch it like the whipped dog that you are, and bring it back to me. Lay it at my feet and beg me to let you put it around my waist. Got it?” Keli raised her foot, set it down in the middle of Dan's face and pushed. “Go get my belt! Now!”

The crowd looked on in awe as a once proud and arrogant Dan meekly got to this hands and knees, and started to crawl. Keli moved behind him lifted her foot and pushed hard on his ass, ‘Hurry up!”. Dan pitched forward, sprawling on his face and belly. The crowed laughed. As Dan bent to get the belt between his teeth Keli yelled, “Don't you dare lose my bikini top!” Dan started to protest, then nodded and bit into the belt, turned and crawled back to Keli. He dropped the belt at her feet, hanging his head in embarrassment.

Keli put her foot on the back of his neck, pushing his face into the mat. “What did I tell you to do next?”

Dan's pleading voice and groans were muffled by the mat, “Please let me put the championship belt around your waist, please.”

Keli lifted her foot on his neck and Dan quickly grabbed the belt, knelt in front of Keli and buckled the belt around her waist. Just as he finished, Keli grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head backwards so that he was looking up at her. “Tell me who the Champ is! Tell me who the better fighter is!” she spit angrily at him.

“You are, Keli.” Dan voice trembled.

“Get out of here!” she ordered and shoved him away. Suddenly tiring of the whole show, Keli just wanted a long hot shower and a leisurely soak in the Jacuzzi. She turned, crawled through the ropes, stood on the apron and waved at her fans, then jumped to the floor and walked up the aisle to the locker rooms.

THE END