Tracy strolled into the fairground’s
pavilion hall looking absolutely stunning.
She was always gorgeous, a blue-eyed blonde with 38C breasts and a
perfect, heart-shaped ass, but today she had spent the entire afternoon at the
tanning salon, spa, and hairdresser so she was at her absolute optimum. In her bag, she had a two-piece outfit of
shorts and sports bra made of silver “liquid-metal” spandex that were
undersized to be sinfully tight and mold to her fantastic body like a second
skin. Tracy fully expected to be the
hottest girl to ever step in a wrestling ring.
She was going to face the champion tonight in a “Texas Death
Match.” The interesting part was that
Tracy wasn’t a wrestler, and she had never been in a wrestling match in her life.
The annual fair traditionally had one
night of pro wrestling for charity, and the main event was always a
professional-versus-amateur match between the local wrestling company’s
champion and the town’s best athlete.
In the last two fairs, the town’s competitor had been the head trainer
at the local health club, Mike Masters.
He hadn’t won against the pros, but he’d looked good and tried his
best. This year, Mike had a broken
ankle from a rock-climbing accident and couldn’t compete. No one could think of a suitable male
replacement so someone suggested a ladies match, local girl versus ladies
champion. With that decided, the girl
everyone wanted to see grappling had to be gorgeous Tracy. They begged and pleaded with her to do it,
but she didn’t agree until she met the champion, Stephanie “American Dream”
Bailey.
Stephanie was a beautiful brunette with
a similar but not quite as good figure as Tracy. The two girls had hit it off and discovered that they shared a
lot of likes and dislikes. They decided
to do the “death match” to really make the match exciting. Stephanie taught many holds and moves to
Tracy for the match, and they practiced together to add a lot of sexual
excitement to wow the crowd. The idea
of seeing sexy Tracy putting her body against that of the American Dream in her
red-white-and-blue halter and hot pants had sold a lot of tickets.
When Tracy arrived, though, she was
shocked to see Stephanie’s face swollen, bruised, and bandaged. “My god, what happened to you?”
Stephanie seemed confused. “Didn’t you get my message? Oh, please tell me that you called the
manager about changing the match!”
Tracy shook her head. Stephanie couldn’t have known, but Tracy was
famous not only for her looks but for never checking her answering machine. Her record was 28 messages collected over a
week before she noticed them. People
that knew her well called Tracy’s home and her favorite places repeatedly if
they had something important to tell her.
“Why did I need to call the manager?” Tracy asked.
“Remember I told you that I had a match
against ‘The Crippler’ last night?”
Tracy nodded. “I lost the
title. She’s your opponent tonight. She’ll kill
you!”
“You said she’d never win the
title! You said she always cheats and
gets disqualified! How could you be
wrong?”
“She did cheat! The thing is she threw me out of the ring
every time so she wouldn’t be disqualified.
We spent most of the match at ringside with her using chairs and tossing
me on the concrete. I spent last night
under observation for a concussion!
When I remembered that she would be wrestling you now, I begged the
manager to change the rules to a standard match, but he said he’d only do it if
you called him by 4:00. Now it’s too
late and that bitch will rip your legs off and beat you with them!”
There was nothing that could be done
about it, but Tracy was terrified now.
“The Crippler” was a huge woman with an immensely muscular body, and she
had earned her name. In the ring, she
dressed in black, a singlet, mask, boots, and kneepads. The word “crippler” was written in red on
the front, descending from right breast to left hip. She’d never been pinned, but she’d lost dozens of matches,
disqualified for using brutal, illegal moves to hurt opponents.
Stephanie tried to reassure Tracy
saying that the match was meaningless so there was no motive for the Crippler
to hurt her. Even so, when Stephanie
left Tracy to get dressed, the blonde went to the Crippler to beg for mercy. She even used Stephanie’s argument, that
hurting Tracy didn’t earn anything for the new champion.
Luckily, the Crippler seemed to
agree. “Look, honey, I didn’t agree to
this match. I got stuck with it because
I beat that bitch last night. So, when
the bell rings, I want you to come at me with a dropkick. I’ll turn it around, work you over for a few
minutes, and pin you. Then, you just
have to stay down for the ten-count and it’s all over. Okay?”
Tracy nodded, thrilled at the reprieve, and left quickly before the
champion changed her mind.
The preliminary matches had been good,
most closely contested and some one-sided mismatches. The crowd, predominantly male, wanted the main event,
though. With its announcement, the
pavilion exploded into cheers. Tracy
was announced first, naturally. When
she jogged to the ring in her gleaming, sexy outfit, the fans went wild. She gave “high-fives” around the ring and
climbed through the ropes to take her place in her corner. Then, they announced the Crippler. At nearly six feet tall and 176 pounds, the
masked champion was about six inches taller and over fifty pounds heavier than
her opponent. She stalked to the ring
and climbed inside, ignoring the fans completely. She only had eyes for Tracy.
Tracy was startled when the bell rang,
but she charged the Crippler and tried for a dropkick as she’d been told. The bigger woman sidestepped easily and the
blonde fell hard on her perfect butt.
Tracy didn’t even have time to try to get up before the Crippler was on
her, driving a knee into her midsection and forcing the air out of her. A second knee, to the head, followed and
Tracy was pulled to her feet with a handful of hair. A knee to the belly bent Tracy over, and Crippler locked on a
side-headlock and began to crush the blonde’s head. Tracy struggled to free herself from the painful headlock as she
was dragged around the ring, giving the fans a good view of her silver-clad
ass. Then the Crippler ran her at full speed into the corner, sending Tracy
between the turnbuckles to crash headfirst into the steel ring post. Tracy saw a white light and felt a burning
pain in her head and neck as she collapsed back onto the mat. The Crippler immediately stomped her boot
down on Tracy’s throat and held it there to choke the smaller girl while the
fans roared their disapproval at the dirty tactics. The Crippler responded with a knee-drop to Tracy’s abused throat
that left her flopping on the canvas like a landed fish. The hurt girl was pulled up again by the
hair and lifted into an inverted bearhug.
Again, the Crippler showed off her prey around the ring and then drove
Tracy into the canvas with a tombstone piledriver that knocked the girl out
cold.
The referee moved in quickly as the
Crippler put her hand between Tracy’s breasts for an easy pin. The three-count was easy and the Crippler
went to the nearest corner as the referee started the ten-count on the beaten
blonde. He never saw the Crippler climb
to the top rope, and as he reached “7,” the cruel champion hit Tracy with a
guillotine leg-drop from the top rope, breaking the count. She pulled Tracy up again and slapped her
face until the girl was somewhat coherent and said; “I love stupid little girls
like you. You’re worth a fortune in
reputation if I beat you to a bloody pulp.”
Having said that, the Crippler gorilla-pressed the little blonde over
her head and threw her to the concrete floor.
As Tracy convulsed in agony, Crippler stepped out to the ring apron and
jumped down with both feet into Tracy’s midsection. The crowd was screaming insults and throwing trash now, but the
Crippler ignored it all as she picked up her victim and slammed her to the
concrete again with a spine-buster.
Tracy was utterly helpless and nearly paralyzed with the pain she was
receiving, and she could do nothing to protect herself as the Crippler picked
her up again and began beating Tracy’s forehead into the ring steps until she
was busted open and bleeding. As the
blood covered Tracy’s face and dripped on her chest, Crippler gave her another
piledriver on the concrete and then threw the broken girl back into the
ring. Tracy was out cold again and no
amount of slapping would wake her this time.
That was fine with the Crippler; she was ready to finish this bitch. Hoisting Tracy over her shoulder, Crippler
climbed to the top rope to execute her patented finisher. Adjusting her grip on the blonde’s body, the
Crippler jumped down from the top rope and brought Tracy’s spine down across
her knee in a devastating backbreaker.
The impact brought a frightening “pop” from Tracy’s back, and Tracy slid
off of the champion’s knee to collapse in a boneless heap. The Crippler pinned the broken girl again,
and this time she allowed the referee to finish the ten-count and end the
match. Then, she picked up Tracy and
threw her out of the ring to be collected by the paramedics while she left the
ring and the crowd booed.
Tracy woke up in the hospital,
surrounded by worried fair organ-izers and Stephanie. She was reassured that her injuries weren’t serious, though
numerous.
The charity had made a fortune from the
match, but the organizers were thinking that this might be the last time. On the other hand, Tracy asked Stephanie to
keep training her in wrestling, so who knows?