The Tryout

“Our final wrestler for this special, elimination tag match, the All-American Girl…LIBERTY!”

As she ran down to the ring, waving and slapping the fans’ hands, Kayla Martin, a.k.a. Liberty, thought to herself, “Girl, this is the chance that you’ve always wanted. Get in the ring and show these people that you have what it takes!” The crowd already liked what they saw. The twenty-year-old, blue-eyed blonde was 5’4” and 119 pounds with a fabulous figure of 36C-24-34. She had red, calf-high wrestling boots with white stars and was wearing a one-piece outfit that was low-cut in the back, high-cut on the hips, and generous in the cleavage. Blue cups with white stars cradled her firm breasts with the rest of the suit being vertical red-and-white stripes. She rounded out the outfit with a blue wrestling mask with a white star in the middle of her forehead. It kept her identity secret, but looking at the rest of her, the fans didn’t care.

Kayla/Liberty climbed into the ring and, unable to stop bouncing from foot-to-foot because of her excitement, joined her three teammates. For this match, two teams of four wrestlers, all amateurs, would fight it out until all four members of one of the teams were eliminated by pin or submission. The rules forbade only biting, eye-gouging, double-teaming, and foreign objects. Breaking those few rules could also get a wrestler eliminated.

Kayla looked at her teammates. They looked excited as well, though not as much as Kayla. The biggest member of their team was Jean, a 29-year-old brunette at 5’10 and 166 pounds wearing electric blue tights and boots. In addition to being the biggest girl, she was also the oldest and strongest member of the team. The other two girls were about Kayla’s age, nineteen and twenty. Beth was the nineteen-year-old, another blonde who was two inches taller than Kayla but three pounds lighter. She was slim and inexperienced. She was wrestling in a pink leotard, barefoot. She was probably the most frightened of the four of them. The fourth member of the team was Kim, with short, brown hair at 5’8” and 138 pounds in white bike pants, a matching sports bra, and short boots. Kayla knew her, or at least knew of her. Kim was a local athletic star, specializing in the marathon and triathlon. Like Beth, she was slim, but she had muscles like tempered steel. Strength-wise, the difference between Jean and Kim was very small, and only Jean’s size tipped the balance.

For her own part, Kayla probably knew more moves and holds than her teammates and was certainly the most keyed-up member of the team. Since seeing her first wrestling match with her grandfather when she was five, Kayla had loved the sport and absorbed everything that she could of it. She practiced, she worked out. She wrestled friends for fun. She even came up with her own special “finishing move.” And most importantly, Kayla waited for tonight. Every year, in cooperation with the county fair, a local wrestling federation organized a charity show and included matches for amateurs to tryout for a place in the federation. This year, by promising to go masked to keep her identity secret, she had her parents’ and grandparents’ blessings. Win or lose, a good showing in this match could be her big break.

Kayla didn’t know how true that was. Up in the control booth, Rick and Matt Rivers, owners and chief execs of the organization, were watching and discussing the hopefuls in the ring.

(Did I tell you? Did you see the reception that they gave that little babe, Liberty? I’m telling you, she is money in the bank, Matt.)

(I saw, Rick. I agree that she has a hot body that will get the fans behind her, but if she sucks in the ring, they won’t stay behind her. Let’s just see what happens.)

“I think ‘Miss America’ should be the one. What do you think?” Kayla turned and looked at the source of the comment. It came from one of the opposing side, the “bad girls.” Specifically, it came from Rosie, a 5’7”, 160 pound bleached blonde in a black, one-piece muscle suit with biceps bigger than her boobs. At Rosie’s right, the smallest of the “bad girls,” Raven, nodded. With hair as dark as her namesake, she stood as tall as Rosie but was only 123 pounds and had a killer figure squeezed into black leather shorts and a leather halter with biker boots. Smiling, Raven said, “Yeah, she would be fun to mess up. I was thinking about the skinny blonde, but she looks scared enough to piss herself as it is. You two agree?” The other two “villains” also nodded. Kayla knew or knew of both of them. The biggest bad girl, May, had actually been her classmate until she’d moved with her family to another town about four years earlier. Back then, May had been unusually big for her age. Now, she was HUGE. May was standing there in black boots and a much-too-small black bikini at an easy 6’3” and almost 300 pounds of fat and muscle in unknown proportions. The last bad girl was a woman that Kayla had heard about from others. In lacy, red lingerie and thigh-high red boots, redheaded Raquel stood about 5’6” and weighed 142 pounds with a big butt and bigger breasts. She was an infamous tramp, known for sleeping around with anything male and supposedly even had a site on the Internet with pornographic pictures of herself and information about how to contact her. She had tried out as a wrestler before and failed, but the word was that she had plans to “guarantee her success” this year. She answered for herself and May. “It’s agreed. She’s the one.” With that, the bad girl team went back to their corner, and Kayla’s team did the same.

“Sounds like they’re gunning for you, Liberty.” Jean looked at the masked blonde. “You sure you’re ready for that?”

Kayla/Liberty smiled. “It’s just a mind game. I’m the smallest one on our side so I’m the best target, that’s all. I’m not worried.”

“All right,” Kim said, “then let’s get this match going. I’ll start if nobody minds.” Nobody argued, and the other three girls climbed out to the ring apron. Across the ring, Rosie was starting for her side.

(Looks like the “bad girls” will be testing out your sweetheart, Rick.)

(Just means that we’ll see if she can take it, Brother Matt.)

At the sound of the bell, the two muscular wrestlers collided in the center of the ring in a titanic contest of strength. Rosie had the edge in upper-body strength and could force Kim’s arms down slowly. On the other hand, Kim’s diamond-hard leg muscles were forcing Rosie back into the ropes. It was a seesaw contest with both girls trying desperately to take control of the other. The stalemate was finally broken when the two staggered close enough to Rosie’s teammates for Raven to interfere and grab a handful of Kim’s hair. Kim drove a sledgehammer kick back through the ropes into Raven that forced her to let go, but the distraction gave Rosie the opportunity to catch Kim in an arm-bar. Twisting the arm as hard as she could, Rosie bent Kim over and gave her a few knee-lifts to her washboard abs. Seeing that she wasn’t getting very far, Rosie quickly tagged in May. As May came through the ropes, Rosie took advantage of the twenty-count and held Kim for her partner, allowing the massive girl to slam two ham-like fists into the side of Kim’s head before Rosie had to let go and leave the ring.

(Now, I like her.)

(Really, Matt? I didn’t think you’d go for an obvious bleach job like her.)

(Very funny. Kim, of course. I love those muscles. I wonder if she’s got it in her to survive this?)

Kim was dazed by the brutal blows, and May went to work to finish her off. Rosie had barely left the ring before May lifted Kim and hit her with a power-bomb. A leg-drop across the chest knocked all the air out of Kim’s lungs. Then, May picked her up again and executed a piledriver that nearly left Kim unconscious. A knee-drop on Kim’s ribs was enough to leave her virtually helpless and at May’s mercy.

Across the ring, Jean and Liberty were calling to Kim, trying to give her the encouragement that she needed to get up and make a tag to one of them. Beth, in panic, was screaming for Kim to just run and get away from her tormentor.

May could have eliminated Kim with a pin easily, but instead, she tagged in Raven who wanted to even the score for the kick that she’d received. The leather-clad biker girl came into the ring and began stomping away at Kim and then locked in a step-over toehold. Oddly, this was the best break that Kim could hope for at this point. Raven had good looks and a bad attitude but poor skills. The few holds that she knew were based on what she had seen on TV, and she didn’t know the fine points that really made them effective. So, while Raven had Kim in a hold, she wasn’t applying the hold well enough to cause Kim any damage. Kim was actually getting a chance to recover slightly. The look on Raven’s face when the iron muscles of Kim’s legs flexed and threw her halfway across the ring was priceless. As she looked at her supposedly helpless victim getting to her feet, Raven desperately tried to tackle Kim back down and keep her from making a tag. But even as weakened as she was, Kim was too much for the biker and slowly pushed toward her own corner where Jean and Liberty were reaching for the tag.

(I knew that they were making a mistake by not pinning her when they had the chance.)

(Yeah, Raven’s got a “10” body, but she’s got a “10” IQ, too.)

It was Liberty who made the tag, making a lunge to touch Kim’s outstretched hand as Raven raked Kim’s eyes to stop her. Confident that her last ditch effort had stopped Kim, Raven was surprised a second time when Liberty spun her around and began hitting her with chops across the chest. As Kim rolled out of the ring, she gave a “thumbs-up” to Liberty who nailed Raven a kick to the belly and a snap-suplex. Liberty followed up with a lightning-fast succession of an elbow-drop, a leg-drop, and a body-splash. It was Raven who was now in the same position of helplessness that Kim had been in just a few minutes earlier. Unlike Kim, however, Raven wasn’t going to get a chance to recover. Applying an effective step-over toehold, Liberty cranked up the pressure on Raven’s legs and called over to Jean. “Do you want a shot at the leather-bimbo or shall I finish it?”

“Put her away, Liberty. I’ll get one of the others.”

“Great! Watch this move! I’m calling it a “stars-and-stripes splash!” With that, Liberty left Raven lying on her back and backed into the ropes. Suddenly, the patriotic blonde jumped up and used the middle rope like a springboard, launching herself into the air to do a mid-air somersault and crash down across Raven’s body. The crowd went wild, and Liberty hooked Raven’s leg as the referee counted an easy pin and Jean and Kim started getting the fans to chant “LI-BER-TY! LI-BER-TY!”

(DID YOU SEE THAT MOVE! Oh baby, that little doll has some great skills, and that finisher is a stunner!)

(Definitely, Rick. If she can take it too, she’s going to be a goldmine.)

Raquel was in the ring the instant that the referee’s hand hit the canvas the third time. Liberty never saw her coming; she was just getting off of Raven when a red boot slammed into the side of her head. Raquel stomped and kicked at Liberty and Raven, and then pulled Liberty up and threw her into the bad girls’ corner. May and Rosie grabbed the red-white-and-blue wrestling heroine while Raquel spat on Raven and threw her out of the ring.

May and Rosie each had one of Liberty’s arms and held her against the turnbuckles so that Raquel could charge in and crush the masked blonde with a splash. The ref came over to warn the two big girls about their illegal aid, but they released Liberty immediately when they saw him come over. That didn’t stop Raquel from dishing out the punishment, though. With her feet, fists, elbows, and knees, the redhead pummeled Liberty from her head to her crotch, taking sadistic and perverted pleasure in concentrating her most powerful shots to Liberty’s perfect breasts and pussy. The referee kept his eye on the action, ready to step in if the bad girls cheated, but unknown to the ref and the “good girls,” Raquel, Rosie, and May had been practicing together and were able to cover for each other. So while the ref saw no rules being broken, Rosie and May were secretly holding and punching Liberty to help Raquel. It got worse for Liberty fast. Raquel tagged in Rosie and held Liberty in a front-face-lock so her entering partner could score three devastating blows to the blonde’s ribs while the ref counted. When Raquel had to leave the ring, Rosie already had Liberty set in a reverse-bearhug and lifted her off the canvas as she squeezed the breath out of Liberty. After the pounding that she had received, Kayla/Liberty didn't have nearly enough strength to break free of the crushing power that Rosie had. Liberty kicked and squirmed with all she had and got cheers of support from the crowd, but she just couldn’t keep it up for long and soon was hanging limply in the bigger woman’s arms.

It looked like the crowd’s newly found favorite was going to be eliminated as Rosie threw the nearly unconscious Liberty to the mat. The fans grew noticeably quieter when, instead of pinning Liberty, Rosie tagged in her immense partner, May. It got really quiet when May climbed to the top turnbuckle and dove down onto Liberty’s body with a splash that shook the ring. That had to be the end of the brave, young girl in the patriotic colors. May didn’t pin her, either. Instead, she stood and laughed at Liberty as the girl gasped and convulsed from pain and lack of air.

It was too much for Liberty’s teammate, Beth. Fear, panic, and anger welled up inside the slim blonde, and before Kim or Jean knew what she was doing, Beth charged into the ring to help Liberty and made things worse. The referee immediately turned his attention to the only rules infraction he could see, namely Beth’s illegal interference. In seconds, Beth and the referee were tangled up together with him trying to force her out of the ring and her trying to force her way to Liberty and May. Beth’s inexperience and emotion blinded her to what she was doing. The moment that she distracted the ref, May picked up Liberty and threw her back into the corner with Rosie and Raquel. Rosie immediately locked a chokehold around Liberty’s throat, and Raquel pulled a homemade pair of brass knuckles from between her big tits and used them to punch Liberty in the head. Then, May took Liberty’s arms from behind, stuck a big foot in Liberty’s back, and tried to pull the masked girl’s arms off. The cruel trio bludgeoned, choked, and tortured their victim for two or three minutes this way while the referee fought with Beth. Finally, in an attempt to save Liberty, Kim and Jean ran into the ring and literally dragged Beth back to their corner so the referee could go back to his job. Raquel saw this and signaled her partners as she hid the knuckles back into the flesh of her boobs, saving them from at least one disqualification. May pulled up the broken blonde on rubbery legs and slapped her down to the mat with a meaty forearm.

(What an idiot she is! Why did we let that moron in this match?)

(We needed a fourth for the good girls, remember? At least she showed that the other two have brains. No fooling around, they came in, didn't give the ref trouble, and dragged the stupid one out so the ref could get back to the action. Those are points for Kim and Jean.)

Kayla/Liberty was lost in a fog of pain and exhaustion and barely knew where she was as May once again tagged in Raquel. She came in and crawled like a cat over the fallen blonde, poking and slapping Liberty as if she were a mouse to be played with before eaten. That was the plan, after all. She and her two partners (Raven had been too stupid to be included in their plans) had decided to choose one “face” and play with her to show their full “heel” potential. Liberty was perfect for their plan, small, beautiful, and instantly popular with the fans. In fact, Raquel was looking forward to doing some really nasty things to this little girl, but first, Liberty had to be given a little time to recover to make the torturing more fun. Applying a face-claw was enough to bring Liberty out of her daze somewhat, and Raquel used the claw to pull her up and throw her toward her partners. Liberty, seeing where she was, did the best roll that she could accomplish and made a desperation tag to Jean, who came into the ring breathing fire.

(Accident or intentional?)

(I say intentional, Rick. The bad girls want to give Liberty a breather so they can do more damage later.)

Raquel had been expecting an angry opponent, but Jean turned out to be a lot faster and angrier than she was ready to face. As the redhead tried to dodge, she was caught under the chin with a running clothesline that nearly spun Raquel completely around in the air before she hit the mat. Jean yanked her back up roughly and began to strangle Raquel, wrapping both hands around her throat.

Once again, the practice with her partners came into effect. With a signal to her corner, Raquel got Rosie and May to distract the referee by pretending to enter the ring. As soon as his back was turned, Raquel freed herself by jabbing her thumbs into Jean’s eyes, and then she reached into her own cleavage to pull out the knuckles. She had just pulled them out when Jean grabbed her wrist and took the knuckles away from her, intending to throw them out of the ring. Before Jean could do that, Raquel went for another attack to the eyes and ran over to the ref. May and Rosie quickly backed out of the ring as Raquel hugged the referee for “protection” and screamed, “She’s got a weapon!” The referee turned and saw Jean rubbing her eyes with one hand and holding the brass knuckles in the other hand. Reluctantly untangling himself from Raquel, he went over and ordered Jean out of the ring and back to the dressing rooms. He was eliminating her for using a foreign object. Jean argued. Her teammates argued. The ref had no other choice. Based on what he had seen, he had to eliminate Jean.

(Ooh, Jean got suckered big time. Raquel may be the best villain that we’ve seen in a long time.)

Even worse, after Jean’s disqualification, the ref made Liberty the legal girl again, and Liberty found herself climbing back into the ring. She’d had a little rest, but she was not nearly recovered. Raquel took advantage of that by doubling Liberty over with a kick to the belly as soon as the masked girl was back in the ring. Using Liberty’s ponytail, the redhead tossed her halfway across the ring and nailed her in the chest with an elbow. A quick tag had May climbing to the top turnbuckle again, looking to crush the little blonde a second time. This time, however, Liberty wasn’t waiting for her. As May flew off of the top turnbuckle, Liberty rolled for dear life and got out of the way so May crashed face-first to the canvas.

May’s own immense size had worked against her, and Liberty was determined to make the most of it. Getting to her feet, the smaller girl grabbed one of May’s massive legs and managed to pull her onto her back. Then, Liberty hit May with at least a dozen splashes, elbows, and leg-drops to soften up the big girl. Feeling a little rejuvenated now, Liberty waved to the crowd and tried to finish May with her “stars-and-stripes splash.” She executed it perfectly, springing off of the ropes, somersaulting in the air, and landing across the massive May. But, when she tried for the pin, May threw her off before the ref could count “one.” May was getting up angry and Liberty knew she didn’t have a chance right now. Dodging the enraged giantess, she hurried to her corner and tagged in one of her partners.

Unfortunately, Liberty tagged in Beth, who was reaching for her more to help Liberty out of the ring than to enter herself. The pink-clad blonde froze on the apron and let May bring her into the ring the hard way. Beth was pulled over the top rope and flipped onto her back. A massive leg-drop had the blonde curling up in a fetal position. Almost disgusted, May pulled Beth up by the hair and threw Beth to the bad girls’ corner where she crashed chest-first into the turnbuckles. With a tag, Rosie came into the ring and hoisted Beth across her muscular shoulders in a torture rack. Beth didn’t last long after that. She started screaming almost immediately and submitted as soon as the referee asked her. As the crowd booed Beth for her pitiful performance, Rosie threw her out of the ring like garbage. A teary Beth ran to the dressing rooms knowing that she would never get in the ring again.

(Well, that was a quick career. If we’re lucky, she’ll be packed and gone as soon as she gets to the dressing room. Talk about a wimp!)

(Definitely. I couldn’t believe that comeback by Liberty, though. For about one second, I thought she might actually pin that behemoth.)

(No way. She’s definitely getting a job offer, though. She’s too good to pass up. Same with Raquel, she’s too nasty to let get away.)

It was three-against-two now, though, and Kim climbed into the ring hoping to even the score and give Liberty some more recovery time. Rosie saw her coming, and feeling confident, she met Kim in the center of the ring. Her confidence made her careless, and Kim caught her with a boot to the stomach. Rosie managed to block a second kick and caught Kim’s foot, hoping to put the powerful, younger girl on the mat where her superb physical condition would be less of a threat. Kim turned that against Rosie, too. With a sudden leap and twist, Kim launched a devastating kick into the side of Rosie’s head that dropped the bleached blonde as though she had been shot. It could have been an easy pin right then, but Kim felt that Rosie deserved to be eliminated by submission, instead. Kim had been preparing for this match for some time and had a finisher of her own. It wasn’t new and she didn’t have a special name for it, but it was really effective. In less than a second, Kim had locked Rosie into a perfect and lethal figure-4 leg-lock, and as muscular as Rosie was, she was no match for the steely power of Kim’s legs. The bad girl fought and resisted, but it only prolonged the agony. In the end, Rosie was forced to submit, if only to keep her legs from breaking. Now, it was two-against-two, and the good girls’ chances of victory had dramatically improved. Kim’s popularity with the crowd had also improved as her skill and power won over Rosie’s simple, brute force.

(I think we’ve got to keep Kim, too, Rick. Gorgeous muscles, skills, and brains are definitely what we’re looking for tonight.)

(I’ll have to agree. I’m not sure about Rosie, though. She’s got power and attitude, but she only seems to be able to handle opponents that are down or with help.)

(True, but she might make a useful “tanker.” You know, put her in the ring and watch her go at it like a brawler.)

(The same could be said of Jean. Let’s think about bringing them both back, and we could let them fight it out for a position. At the least, they should give each other a good fight, and they’ll go all out if a job’s on the line.)

(I like it. We’ll offer it to them later.)

With the elimination of Rosie, May lumbered into the ring, intent on destroying Kim before the athlete could get free of Rosie. It might have worked, but without warning, a blur of red-white-and-blue leaped over Kim and hit May in the chest like a battering ram, sending the behemoth staggering back into her corner. Seeing the imminent danger that Kim was in, Liberty had come into the ring faster than anyone could stop her and hit May with a dropkick to give Kim the time she needed. That done, Liberty headed straight back to her corner, slowing only to give Kim a “thumbs-up.”

The crowd was solidly behind the good girls, and this new development in their teamwork had the crowd on their feet and cheering to shake the building. With this kind of support, Liberty and Kim were supercharged, and Kim tore into May like a wolverine. May came out of her corner and was hit immediately with a barrage of kicks and chops so powerful that she felt like she was being kicked by a mule. May couldn’t hold her ground against the awesome onslaught and was driven back into the ropes where Kim unleashed debilitating two-handed blows and spinning kicks that threatened to level her immense opponent. Raquel decided that it was time to get involved before she found herself alone against Kim and Liberty. Running over, she pointed behind the ref and screamed, “She’s coming in the ring again!” Taking the bait, the referee turned around to look at Liberty, who was on the ring apron as she should be, and Raquel quickly reached into her suit and threw salt into Kim’s eyes. Kim was blinded instantly, allowing May to take control by kicking her in the belly and throwing her out of the ring through the ropes.

(You know, Rick, we may want to keep these four girls as partners. Kim and Liberty have got the crowd eating out of their hands, and Raquel and May have worked out a real nasty routine between them.)

(I like the way that Kim and Liberty are starting to back each other up and protect each other. I know our “bad girls” got together and practiced, but those two are working together on instinct and doing a great job.)

May needed a breather and stayed in the ring, holding the ref’s attention while Raquel worked on Kim. The athletic brunette had hit the concrete floor hard, and now Raquel pulled her up by the hair and threw her headfirst into the steel guardrail. Pulling Kim up again, Raquel sent her into the steel corner post and then put her on her back on the ring apron to choke her. The collision with the ring post had opened a small cut above Kim’s right eye, and Raquel’s choking was threatening to leave her unconscious and at May’s mercy. Luckily, Kim wasn’t alone. Liberty, unseen by Raquel, raced around the ring, swung around the ring post, and planted both feet squarely into Raquel’s ample ass. The raunchy redhead was sent sprawling face-first to the concrete, and Liberty quickly helped Kim off of the ring apron and around the ring to their corner. An enraged Raquel ran after them but stopped short when she was faced with a ready-and-willing Liberty, prepared to defend herself and her partner. Luckily, the referee finally got back into the match and came to the ropes to order Raquel and Liberty back to their corners and Kim back into the ring. With a quick word between the “good girls,” Liberty got into place in her corner and Kim rolled into the ring just long enough to tag in Liberty. Liberty got through the ropes quickly and began to circle cautiously as May came towards her.

(Beautiful! You were absolutely right, Matt! Liberty and Kim have GOT to remain a team.)

Liberty took a wise strategy of hit-and-run against May, cutting in with quick kicks to the big girl’s legs and knees to get her down. Liberty was moving fast and smart, and May’s legs began to show bruises from it and swelling around her left knee. That may have made Liberty too confident because she lingered too long on one of her attacks, trying for one more shot at that knee, and it cost her. May managed to grab hold of her ponytail, and she wasn’t going to let go of it. The behemoth pulled Liberty in close and began to choke her with both hands around the little blonde’s throat. Liberty wasn’t giving up, though, and she responded with knee-lift after knee-lift into the soft belly of the giantess. It was a contest to see which warrior would be the first to falter. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be decided in this match because a weakening May threw Liberty away from her to protect her agonized stomach, not realizing that Liberty was beginning to black out from a lack of air. They both backed off to take a rest, but May had the advantage and she used it. Unlike Liberty, she had a fresh partner on the apron and she tagged in Raquel.

The redhead was still angry about Liberty’s attack outside the ring and wanted to punish the blonde. Raquel charged Liberty, only to have it reversed and be bounced off of the ropes, and then reversed again as Raquel leveled Liberty with a clothesline. She pulled Liberty back up and bent her back, catching Liberty’s chin under her arm and executing a reverse-DDT. Raquel didn’t release her, though. Instead, the redhead locked her legs around the blonde’s ribs and held her. It was a torturous hold, twisting her neck, restricting her air, straining her back, and crushing her ribs. Raquel called it the “Dominator,” a dragon-sleeper/scissors combination, guaranteed to stop an opponent and put her in the hospital, if desired. In her already weakened state, Liberty didn’t have a chance of freeing herself and suffered, weakly moaning in agony but refusing to submit. She wouldn’t let herself pass out, either.

(That’s a pretty nasty move that Raquel has. Liberty won’t give in, though. Think we should send the signal to the ref?)

(It would probably be a good idea. We’ve got one girl cut, one with a swollen knee, and the only uninjured one is trying to put the last girl in traction. Let’s get the message down there for the referee to stop it if one of the girls can’t continue.)

Liberty had been tied up in the “Dominator” for several minutes at this point and was holding on to consciousness by a hair. Kim was screaming from the apron, actually begging Liberty to submit before she was seriously hurt or worse. Raquel was just enjoying herself, occasionally loosening or tightening her grip on the blonde to make sure that Liberty was suffering as much as possible. The referee was hovering over the little blonde and asking her repeatedly if she wanted to submit. Over and over, Liberty grunted or moaned a weak “NO!” as Raquel giggled and taunted her. Liberty’s release finally came at May’s request, but it wasn’t a rescue. May simply shouted, “Come on, Raquel, let me have a turn with the little bitch. I’ll crush a submission from her!” Raquel seemed to think about it for a moment, and then she slowly unwrapped her hold on Liberty and let the blonde curl up on the mat in her pain.

With a signal, May climbed to the top turnbuckle while Raquel dragged Liberty’s limp body to the corner and left her lying on her back. With that done, the redhead turned and tagged her immense partner who immediately crashed down with her elbow onto Liberty’s sternum. Liberty’s arms and legs did spasms into the air and a small scream escaped her lips, but that was all the reaction that she could give. It wasn’t enough for May. For the next three minutes, the giantess hit Liberty with everything that she could imagine, splashes, piledrivers, DDT’s, suplexes, and more. Through it all, Liberty just held on and refused to give up.

(My aching back, Matt, she just doesn’t know when to quit!)

(No shit! Why the hell hasn’t the damned ref stopped it already? We sent the message to him five minutes ago, and I saw him get it. If we lose that girl because he let her be pulped, he is going to be out the damned door so fast that he’ll break the sound barrier.)

(Wait! What the hell is happening now?)

What was happening could be summed up with one word, Kim. Over the course of this long match, she had gained a lot of respect for Liberty, and after Liberty had saved her ass twice, there was no way that Kim was going to stand by and let these two bitches pummel her. Kim came through the ropes at full speed, blew the ref out of her way, and laid into May with a series of punches that nearly broke the behemoth’s neck. The referee, knowing that he was supposed to get Kim out of the ring, tried to get between the two girls and barely managed to keep from having his own head torn off. Survival won over duty, and the ref decided to let things settle down before trying to restore order. Things were heading the other way, unfortunately. Seeing May spitting blood scared the hell out of Raquel. She grabbed a chair and went into the ring intending to split Kim’s skull. She might have succeeded if she’d thought to keep track of Liberty. As Raquel came up behind Kim with the chair, Liberty came up behind her, and with the very last dregs of strength that she had, she jumped on the redhead’s back and locked in a sleeper hold. It was pure chaos in the ring. May was sitting against the turnbuckles in a corner and getting her face punched in by Kim while Raquel was staggering around the ring with Liberty wrapped around her neck.

The sound of the bell being rung caught everyone by surprise, including the ref. Outside the ring, Matt and Rick, the owners, had called for the bell and were climbing into the ring with security men who pulled the girls apart and into their respective corners. Then, Matt spoke for both of them. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we are going to have to call this match a draw.” The crowd booed; they were backing Liberty and Kim. Matt held up his hand. “Now, we understand your disappointment, but we can promise you that these ladies will be settling this in the future. My brother and I agree that we simply cannot let these four skilled ladies get away, and we have contracts for each of them. In fact, it is our hope that Liberty and Kim will agree to remain partners since they worked so well together. Ladies, will you?”

Liberty, being held up by Kim, nodded vigorously. Kim asked for the microphone. When she had it, she said, “I’d love to work with Liberty, but we can’t be ‘Liberty and Kim.’ From now on, call me ‘Justice,’ and we’ll be ‘Liberty and Justice!’” The crowd roared its approval.

Matt took the mike back and said, “You heard her, folks! There’s a new team in town called ‘Liberty and Justice!” And believe this, there will be a rematch between them and our new bad girls, and this will be settled! We wish you all a good night! We’re going to go and get some papers signed!” Leading the way, the two brothers led their four new wrestlers back to the dressing rooms to sign the contracts and start their new careers.