GO! By Cyco

 

            "Let's go." Jasmine growled, her fierce green eyes locked on her blonde opponent across the ring.  Unlike Jasmine, her opponent Lisa was a bit flamboyant.  The short-spiked haired blonde wore a thin leopard print bikini, her skin was bronzed by deep tanning oil and well toned body glistened beneath the single light over the ring.  Her abs were so well defined it made Jasmine sick.  She would take great pleasure in raking the bitch's startling blue eyes with her finger nails.

 

            "We'll go, when I'm ready, honey." Lisa hissed back.  It didn't matter to her that the raven haired woman across the ring was a retired professional wrestler.  Nor did she care that Jasmine had about six or seven years on her as well.  Lisa was disgusted by what she saw across the ring crouching down in an grappler's stance.  Although Jasmine stood about the same height as Lisa, 5'8 or so - she was a bit plump.  Not fat, just rounded off, like many of the older wrestlers from the 70's.  She kept her long black tresses tied in a single pony tail that hung passed the middle of her back.  Her attire was simple - a black one piece bathing suit.  Jasmine's weak pale ankles were wrapped tightly with black tape.  And unlike Lisa, her toe nails were not painted black - but bare.  The same went for her short clipped fingernails.

 

      All those years of hard living had certainly taken their toll on Jasmine, Lisa figured - which was just how she figured she'd beat the living daylights out of her.  Youth would prevail in this battle.  Lisa watched her opponent move to the left, and was somewhat surprised at the gracefulness with which Jasmine moved.  The older woman had the agility of a dancer - crossing her legs over the other, pressing the balls of her barefeet into the mat.

 

      Pouting, Lisa pushed off the ring ropes she'd been leaning on, and danced to the right, throwing arms out.  The blonde bounced on her toes, joining Jasmine in a combative circling that was both quick and strategic.  After two complete rotations, the wrestlers stopped and starred at one another one last time before making contact.  Then they heaved hard, breasts pushing upwards, and sprang forward. 

 

      Lisa was surprised by Jasmine's strenght as they embraced in a fierce standing lock.  Jasmine managed to slip a wrist behind Lisa's neck, and slap the palm of her hand hard against the base of the blonde's skull.  Jasmine gripped one of Lisa's wrists with her other hand and yanked the blonde in close. 

 

       Lisa grunted, driving her feet into the mat to keep from being trapped inside Jasmine's makeshift web.  The blonde was forced to dig her fingers into her opponent's forearms and deal her opponent's sheer brute strength flat footed.  Before Lisa could comprehend that she was already in trouble, Jasmine confirmed it for her - snapping a hard knee into her gut.

 

      Not even months of having a 20 pound medicine ball dropped on her stomach could lessen the impact of Jasmine's rock hard knee.  The blonde coughed and doubled over violently. Jasmine, still holding the back of Jasmine's head, forced her opponent's face further down toward the mat, and drove a snapping elbow into the back of Lisa's neck.  In a second, the blonde was on her knees, too stunned by the blow understand what had happened.

 

      The pro veteran, yanked Lisa's head back, forcing the girl's face up so she could look into her glossed over eyes.

 

            "The difference between you young amateurs," Jasmine growled, lifting her arm up and aiming her elbow at a new target. "You don't respect age."  The dark haired woman let out a war cry and drove the point of her elbow into the bridge of Lisa's nose.  The blow knocked the blond flat on her back - the impact with the canvas producing a weak squeak from her throat.  Jasmine took a big hop backwards, knowing the ropes were only a few feet away.  The ropes groaned against the retired pro's weight, as they pressed backwards - then shot Jasmine into the air like a missile. 

 

      With pony tail whipping around her wildly, Jasmine drew her legs up in - mid air, forming a makeshift cannonball.  Lisa cried out as her opponent came down hard, smashing a left knee into her forehead.  The blonde flopped over onto her stomach, while Jasmine rolled away.  Lisa's body was still for a brief seconds - quiet.  Then she broke into uncontrollable shivers, as the blinding pain shot from her head to her toes.

 

      Jasmine, wasting no time with the disrespectful blonde, sprang back to her feet and hovered over the girl.  One stomp to the back of Lisa's head stopped the convulsions.  Another produced a lively scream, that brought a psychotic  grin to the older woman's lips.   Jasmine stomped and kicked Lisa until she had her backed into the corner, seated against the mat. 

 

      Breathing heavily, Jasmine dropped to her knees and drove a clawing hand into Lisa's throat, in an attempt to choke the blonde out.  The back of the blonde's head slammed into the lower turnbuckle - something that actually jarred her from her useless state.  Her eyes were bulging from their sockets, and Jasmine's face was mere inches from her own - the sweet warm breath, and spittle pouring over her cheeks.  Awake now with agony, Lisa knew she was seconds away from a deeper sleep.  She didn't even have to think about what to do next - she just did it.

 

      Jasmine suddenly screamed and released the choke - the result of taking Lisa's thumb in the eye.  Enraged, the raven haired woman tried to shake the pain off and reapply the choke.  But Lisa, acting on instinct, was already in attack mode herself - catching the pale woman with a vicious two handed rake to the eyes.

 

            "Fuckin' shit!" Jasmine cried, hitting the mat on her shoulder, desperately rolling away.  Lisa, coughing wildly, refused to rest - refused to give up the fight.  She was a young wrestler, but she had a lot to prove tonight.  Lisa used the ropes to pull herself up to her feet and stalked after her fallen opponent.  She was still in a daze from the knee to the head, her vision slightly blurred - but she ignored it.  Anger took over from that point on.

 

            Lisa found Jasmine on her back, frantically rubbing at her injured eyes - and returned the choke she'd been given, by simply stepping on the older wrestler's throat, driving the sole of her foot into larynx with all of her weight.  The moment Lisa stepped off, Jasmine's body bounced off the mat, rolling across the canvas - coughing violently and erratically.  Lisa unleashed another attack, this time following up with stomps to Jasmine's face, breasts, and stomach.

 

      But Lisa was anything but confident.  She had a new found respect for this older wrestler she thought was beyond her prime.  Lisa knew if she was going to win this thing - get a verbal submission, she was going to have to bring the pain.  The blonde reached down and grabbed both of Jasmine's tapped ankles and pulled her legs up, keeping the dark haired woman's back planted into the mat.

 

            "What're you doing?" Jasmine cried.  "Don't do..."

Lisa chuckled, split Jasmine's legs apart and drove her foot down hard into her opponent's groin.  The older wrestler's entire body shuddered hard.  Lisa followed up with another stomp to the crotch, then leaped up and drove her own forehead into Jasmine's throbbing target.  The dark haired wrestler grunted, unable to muster up the strength to scream.

 

      Lisa then focused her attack on her older opponent's visible weakness - Jasmine's ankles.  The blonde trapped her foe into a series of toe holds, leglocks and ankle locks - drawing screams and cries that damn near split her eardrum.  But Jasmine wouldn't give in.  With that failing, Lisa went primative, bitting toes, bending them - even cracking them as if they were the knuckles of her fingers.  But the veteran wouldn't give in.  She just took the punishment.  And the more Lisa gave, the more endurance Jasmine put forth.  It never dawned on the blonde that the veteran was simply biding her time - waiting for an opportunity.

 

      And then it came - Lisa stood over Jasmine, who was still flat on her back.  The blonde had her opponent's left leg in her both hands - gripping it by the ankle.  She was ready to execute a spinning stepover toe hold, with the idea to drop down, and perhaps snap the bone.  Certainly that would end the match.  But when Lisa stepped over Jasmine's torso, she left her groin wide open, and unprotected.

 

      With her free leg, Jasmine kicked hard, snapping her foot hard into the moist spot between Lisa's thighs.  The blonde crumpled to the mat immediately, with a brief groan.  Her hands covered her crotch, trying to press the pain away, her back to opponent.  Jasmine reached forward and snatched Lisa by the back of her short hair and yanked her back hard into her stomach, whipping her thick legs up and around the blonde's skull.  She's trapped Lisa in her most devastating hold - the head scissors.

 

      Jasmine screamed with fury as she applied extreme pressure on Lisa's head.  She screamed and clawed at Jasmine's legs but there was no letting go.  Jasmine managed to work her arms foward, until her fingers got a hold of Lisa's leapord print top - and yanked it off.  Seconds later, her fingers were worked over the small breasts, fingernails pinching up nipples - drawing screams of agony and defeat. 

 

      Jasmine worked over Lisa's breasts until the blonde had passed out.

The match was over.

The old vet crawled out of the ring, and hobbled out of the room - leaving an unconscious blonde in pain - and alone.

 

THE END