Easy Fix

As she came off of the ropes, she was caught around the waist and lifted off of the padded mat. She had a fraction of a second before her opponent fell forward, slamming her down with a spine-buster.

Maureen looked up at the lights and tried to catch her breath, wondering for about the tenth time why she was getting her ass kicked by a girl half her age. At least, no one was here to see this. Only Maureen and Julia were working out this morning.

She felt her legs being picked up and wondered what the Hell the kid was doing now. Shit! She’s turning me over in a Texas cloverleaf! This is going to be the third fall she’s taken to zero for me, and she’s done it differently every time! As she was turned face down on the mat, her opponent sat precisely into the small of her back, levering Maureen’s spine with her pelvis. It was perfectly applied. Maureen didn’t even bother struggling and tapped out.

She wasn’t released. Instead, the pressure started to mount in her back. A little scared, Maureen started slapping the mat and cried out, “Julia, I tapped out! I give!” To her great relief, her legs were released instantly and fell gently to the mat.

A lovely brunette was kneeling by Maureen’s head a moment later. “Oh God, I’m sorry, Maureen! I expected you to try to get loose and didn’t look for a tap-out. Are you okay?” Julia got hold of one of Maureen’s arms and helped her up.

Maureen wished she could get pissed off at her, but Julia’s eyes told her that the teen was telling the truth. “I’m fine, kid, except for my pride. Let’s call it a day before you knock me out. Buy you a bottle of water at the bar.” Julia held the ropes open for her, and she led the teen to the club’s bar, slipping behind the counter to get some spring water bottles out of the cooler. As she handed one of them to Julia, Maureen took a good look at the toned, firm body sitting casually on one of the bar stools in a light blue athletic bikini. “You know, you could at least try to make me feel better by breathing hard after kicking my butt the way you did. What’s got you so fired up anyway? You came at me like a... tigress from the start.” Maureen almost said “hellcat,” which would have been a mistake. Julia was getting used to the name when she was working, but she was still annoyed by it and refused to use it in private.

Julia drank some water and thought for a second. “Just a little ticked that Mark lied to me, I guess. When I asked if I could face Samantha for the title, he said I could. Now, she’s on ‘vacation,’ and he’s got me facing an amateur instead. Why didn’t he just say ‘no’ when I asked in the first place.”

“Well, he never actually said, ‘yes.’ He kind of nodded, true, but he was still in shock that you mangled Cheyenne and put a scare into Roxanne.”

“Okay, but he didn’t say ‘no,’ either. I thought I’d face Samantha this week.”

“Then what?”

“Well, I was going to try to take the title from her.”

“No, I meant, ‘What would you do after you took the title?’ If I were betting, my money would be on you. Then what? Start taking on two or three of the other girls at a time? I can squash any girl here, and I can’t beat you. The only way anyone will get that title from you is if you give it up.” Maureen stared at Julia over her water bottle.

Julia squirmed a little on her stool. “If this is about meeting people about the pros again, I’m not ready for that. I’m fine right here for now.” Julia tried to change the subject. “What’s the deal with this amateur? Mark said there wouldn’t be any deadline for this one.”

Maureen looked like she was going to push the previous subject, but she changed her mind. “It’s not the usual prize-money challenge. There’s a sorority that does this every year for an initiation test. Most pledges will have to dance, but four of them have to wrestle and win to be accepted. Or at least, if they win, they’re automatically accepted. If they lose, they’ve got to go through another test.”

“Any chance my opponent will be any good?”

Maureen shrugged. “Last year, all four lost. Three stunk on ice, but one gave Sasha a hard time. Sasha got mad and kicked her in the crotch, then choked her out. This year, who knows? Could even be the same four as last year for all I know.” Maureen glanced behind the bar at the clock. “I’ve got to hit the shower. I’ve got to pick up Bridget in an hour.” Julia stood with her and walked with Maureen to the changing area.

“Does your daughter wrestle?”

“A little. She likes it, but doesn’t get much practice.”

“Am I ever going to see her across the ring?” Julia had a little smile as she asked.

“No way in Hell.”

Julia stopped dead, a little stunned. After a second, she started walking again, and said quietly, “Yeah, you wouldn’t want her here.”

Maureen stopped and turned to Julia. “I didn’t mean it that way. My Bree could work here if it’s what she wanted. I work here.” Julia didn’t answer. “I know. I don’t run around topless, right? I’m forty years old, girl. No one wants to see my boobs. Even when I was your age, I never had much, and nowadays what I have...” Maureen held up her fists with a finger pointing out from each hand. After a moment, she curled her fingers down, conveying her message quite clearly. “I need my top.”

“Then, what did you mean?”

“I meant that my Bree is about as tall as Beth and nearly as curvy, and I wouldn’t let her fight you in a million years! You’d break her in half!” She started walking again, and moved her arm in a “come on” gesture. “Let’s get cleaned up and get out of here. I’ll drop you at home before I pick up Bree.”

“Sorority Pledge Night” turned out to be very popular. In addition to the usual big crowd of regulars, the place was packed to the rafters with college guys looking to drool over the sorority pledges and regular entertainers and hopefully connect with one. Of course, they were also downing beer by the pitchers, which was why they thought they might “connect.” Mark had extra bouncers on duty, and some of the regular girls were handing out the occasional “accidental” heels to insteps or knees to groins.

Julia, Beth, and several others were staying in back as much as they could. The regular crowd tended to know the rules and watch the hands, but some of these college boys seemed to think they were entitled to intercourse on the tables for a $1 tip.

Staying in the changing area also gave them a chance to meet some of the pledges that were dancing and wrestling. Julia was surprised to see Andrea, the strawberry-blonde lollipop that had tried the challenge the previous week. The girl was reed-thin and wearing a pink string-bikini again. Julia still wondered how she was keeping it up as she walked over and said hello. “Hi, Andrea! I didn’t know you’d be here tonight. Getting a little practice last week, huh?” She gave the girl a wink.

Andrea seemed a little surprised to be remembered, but she smiled at the girl that had beaten her so easily but without humiliation. Considering what happened to the Native American girl later the same night, Andrea knew that the Hellcat could have clobbered her with one finger. “I knew I was getting one of the wrestling tests, so I thought coming a week early would give me an edge. With my luck, though, I’ll have to wrestle you again.”

“Nah, Mark wouldn’t put us together again, I’m sure. You’ll get one of the other girls for sure. There’s Beth, Raven, and Micki. If you get Raven, watch out. She’s not really tough, but she fights dirty. Micki is so-so, a little shorter than you but heavier, and Beth is a lot shorter than you, but not much of a fighter. So, tell me about the other pledges.”

“Oh, well, the Chinese girl is Mei Ling, an engineering major. I don’t know her too well, but she seems really nice. Brittany is the one with the long black hair, and she does gymnastics. The other girl fighting is Angela, the blonde talking to the head of the pledge committee, Megan. Actually, they’re sisters and they’re really snooty. Angela hasn’t really said more than two words to any of the other pledges, like she’s already in the sorority. Which is probably the case with her sister running the selection. Neither of them seem to like me. I know she is pretty athletic because she’s a swimmer or something.”

Julia looked at the girls as Andrea pointed them out. Mei was tiny, smaller than Toni, one of the club’s smallest girls. She had a little white bikini and looked about 90 pounds, if that. Brittany wasn’t very big, either, about Beth’s size, and wore a blue bikini. She looked a little chunky but it looked like muscle, not fat. If she was a gymnast, that would explain it. Julia liked Andrea’s description of Angela. “Snooty” seemed to fit perfectly. She and her sister Megan both seemed to be looking down on everyone around them. Megan was dressed in a tank top and mini-skirt, expensive-looking, and her sister was dressed to wrestle in a black monokini that crossed in an “x” over her breasts. She was 2 or 3 inches shorter than Julia and not as toned, but Andrea was right about her looking in shape and athletic.

Julia thanked Andrea for pointing them out and wished her luck in her match. It was time to find out who she was facing so she hunted down Mark and asked him. “As luck would have it, you’ve got an easy night. You’re facing that girl, Andrea, again.”

“What? Why her again? You know she can’t win.”

“It was requested by the sorority. The girl in charge of the committee asked for you to be matched with Andrea, and that girl Angela to be matched with Beth.”

“The girl in charge? You mean Megan? She’s Angela’s sister! She’s fixing the matches so her sister gets in easy and Andrea doesn’t!” Mark could see the anger flashing in Julia’s eyes. The brunette hated seeing someone set up like this. “Mark, can’t you switch it around? Give me Angela, and let Andrea wrestle with Beth. At least those would be fair match-ups.”

“I’m sorry, Julia, but I already agreed to the matches as is. It’s not a big deal.”

Julia frowned at him. “Fine! But don’t be surprised if I take a dive in my match! I’m not helping some stuck-up bitch screw a nice girl!” She turned and stalked away from a surprised Mark. She was growling to herself as she walked toward the door to the club floor. “Conniving witch! Arranging things so Andrea... I mean, Angela...” Julia stopped and saw the DJ, Ricky, an idea forming in her head. Grabbing him by the arm, she pulled him into a corner. “You owe me, Ricky.”

“What? How?”

“You came up with that dumb-ass Hellcat name, and you’ve got two choices on how you want to pay me back for it. The first choice is to switch the matches tonight. Let Beth wrestle Andrea and give me Angela. If anyone asks, just say you confused the names, they’re similar enough.”

“What’s the second choice?”

“You call out Andrea to fight me, and I’m going to concede the match to her. Then I’m going to drag your ass into the ring and kick your butt in front of everyone! Which is it going to be?”

Ricky wasn’t a terribly big guy, and with Julia glaring at him like she was, he was pretty sure that she could and would make good on her threat. “Angela. Andrea. A guy could make a mistake with two names like those.”

Julia smiled. “Yeah, he could. If he knows what’s good for him.” She gave him a peck on the cheek and walked away saying, “Be a smart boy, Ricky.”

After the last pledge dancer had timidly stripped and gyrated for tips, the lights came on over the double-padded ring. “Okay gents, it’s time for the girls to really get rowdy! We have four wrestling matches for you, pitting some sweet sorority hopefuls against the Sportsman’s Club’s own fabulous fighting females in no-holds-barred matches! There’s just one rule tonight! The match isn’t over until someone is pinned, gives up, or gets knocked out!” Maureen climbed in the ring to declare a winner and make sure no one was actually hurt, nothing else.

The regulars were up and loud for this, but the college guys lost their minds. With the howls, “woofs,” whistles, and screams, you couldn’t hear the blaring rock music from the speakers for two or three minutes. Julia was standing with Maria and Beth, all three of them covering their ears against the noise.

When it quieted down, Ricky continued with, “All right boys, it’s time for the first match! For the Sportsman’s Club, we have that dark, devilish dom, Raven!” The club’s “vampire-chick” slipped out of the dressing area and through the throng of testosterone-crazed college boys to the ring with a bouncer escorting her. Raven fit the look well. She was thin with long, black hair and small, pointy breasts with dark nipples, wearing only a black G-string. She wore black makeup that stood out against her pale white skin. As expected, she had a number of “eldritch” tattoos, elaborate runes and symbols that she couldn’t name in a million years, but they looked “spooky.” She slithered under the ropes and did a little circuit around the ring, leering at the customers and licking her lips to work them up.

Julia looked over at Andrea, Mei, and Brittany, standing together for mutual support. They didn’t know which of them would be called out, and Andrea had passed on Julia’s message about the club’s girls. “Our brave pledge for this match is... Mei Ling! Cheer her on, gentlemen!” Julia saw Mei Ling flinch and thought, bad break. Brittany would have been a better choice for Raven. Mei squeezed her fellow pledges’ hands one last time for luck and shot out to follow the bouncer through the crowd in her little white bikini. She was so tiny that Julia lost sight of her until she came out of the crowd near the ring. She slid inside under the ropes and stood in the corner nervously, avoiding the stare that Raven gave her.

“She’s cute. That bitch Raven keeps looking at her like she’s lunch, though.” Maria was still pissed with Raven for their match the previous week. Maria had been baited and goaded with dirty tactics and retreats by Raven until she blundered into a nasty crotch shot that ended the match for her. “I want to see this one from a little closer.” She patted Beth and Julia on their shoulders and slipped into the crowd toward the ring.

The match started slowly. Raven started to charge at the smaller girl, but backed off when Mei Ling slipped into a martial arts stance. That happened three more times. Raven advanced only to stop when Mei went into her stance, but Raven was getting closer each time. The Goth girl was pretty sure it was a bluff after the fourth charge, and she proved herself right with a fifth charge that she didn’t stop. Mei Ling went into her stance and then back-pedaled quickly when it didn’t work this time. Raven plowed right into the tiny Chinese girl and shoved her back into the ropes.

Ling was understandably scared. She was in the first fight of her life, and her opponent was a lot stronger than she was. She tried to push Raven off of her with no success, and only got off of the ropes when Raven took two handfuls of Mei’s jet-black hair and started yanking her around the ring by it. Mei naturally grabbed at Raven’s hands, concentrating on the pain in her scalp. She never expected or considered that Raven’s next move would be a kick to the crotch. That was a pain she had never experienced before and never wanted to experience again, and the only reason that she didn’t fall over and curl up into a ball was that Raven held her up by the hair. Gritting her teeth and moaning, Mei was forced to stumble along with her opponent and got thrown head first into a turnbuckle pad. The thick pad prevented any real damage, but it still provided a jolt that knocked the girl to the mat. Mei Ling shook her head a little as she turned over onto her hands and knees, and that provided Raven with her next target. Pulling back her right foot, Raven gave Mei a kick in her tight little butt that boosted her to crawl away. The poor girl grimaced in shame as Raven gave chase, booting Mei in the ass whenever she got close.

The customers were laughing along with Raven as she grabbed Mei by the hair again and pulled her up to her feet. Grabbing the pledge between the legs and over the shoulder, she hefted Mei into the air with ease and power-slammed her near the corner, knocking the breath out of the tiny girl. Working the roomful of men and boys, Raven climbed up to the top turnbuckle looking out and started yelling, “You want to see me squash her?,” repeatedly.

While she was occupied, Maria came into view, sneaking along the side of the ring toward the corner in her red panties. She grabbed Mei by the legs and pulled her out of the ring without Raven knowing. Telling Mei to rest and catch her breath, Maria slipped into the ring in her place and walked up behind Raven. The crowd tried to warn Raven, but she thought they were playing along with her until something knocked her feet off of the turnbuckle so she fell crotch-first onto the turnbuckle. There were “ooh’s” and “aah’s” all over the club as Raven’s eyes squeezed shut and her hands went between her legs. Then, she was grabbed by the hair and pulled her backward so she ended up hanging upside down by her ankles. Looking up, she saw Maria smiling down at her. “Payback’s a bitch, Bitch!” Maria’s left foot slammed into Raven’s belly and then stepped down on her throat for a foot-choke.

Outside the ring, Mei Ling didn’t have a clue who was helping her or why, but she wasn’t complaining. At Maria’s gesture, she climbed back into the ring as Maria unhooked Raven’s ankles and dumped her on the mat. Mei watched as the Mexican girl pulled Raven up by the hair and forced Raven’s head between her thighs. Winking at Mei Ling, Maria grabbed Raven around the waist, hauled her up, and planted her with a power-bomb. The vampire-chick was left spread-eagle on the padded mat, and Maria stuck a foot on her chest to keep Raven still as she called Mei over and whispered in her ear. Mei nodded and smiled and climbed to the top rope quickly. When Maria pulled her foot away, Mei Ling dove down onto Raven with a cross-body splash. She stayed down across Raven with Maria watching, and Maureen came over and counted the pin.

The customers started cheering as Maria helped Mei Ling up and raised her arm in victory. This was like something out of pro-wrestling on TV! A run-in to turn the match around and let the little pledge win a place in the sorority. The Chinese and Mexican climbed out of the ring and ran back to the changing area through the roaring men while Maureen helped Raven to her feet.

In back, Mei Ling thanked Maria again and hugged her before running over to her friends. Maria walked over to Julia and Beth. “That should even things up for last week, don’t you think?” The three of them laughed softly, getting louder as Raven staggered by bow-legged from landing on the turnbuckle.

Once things had settled a little, Ricky fired them up again with the next match. “Hold onto your pacemakers, boys, because our next match has the bouncy and bodacious Beth!” Once again, the knockout blonde with the full D-cups and heart-shaped ass bounded out to the ring in her tiny red thong, protected by a bouncer to get there. Julia had a hard time seeing her until she got to ringside and climbed up to the apron. She smiled as Beth bent over and wiggled that perfect behind when she climbed through the ropes.

Once Beth was in the ring, Julia turned to watch the pledges. Andrea and Brittany were standing with Mei, both hoping to be called out, and standing a little away from them with her sister, Angela had a smug grin on her face that told Julia she knew about the fix. “C’mon, Ricky! Don’t let me down, or I really will kick your ass in the ring tonight!”

Julia didn’t have to worry. “The plucky pledge for this match is... Andrea!” Julia had a hard time not cheering as Andrea bounced on her toes and ran out to follow the bouncer to the ring. Angela looked like she’d swallowed a gallon of seawater, a bit sick and upset. Her sister Megan looked about the same. The two of them went into an immediate huddle, and Julia figured they were trying to come up with a new plan.

Julia turned to watch the match, smiling as Beth and Andrea locked up and started shoving each other back and forth, trying to trip each other to the mat. For almost two minutes, it looked like a drunken dance as they staggered around together. Finally, Andrea tripped into Beth and tumbled them both to the mat, which got them rolling around for control. Julia thought they looked adorable, like puppies or kittens rough-housing on a waxed floor. Andrea was on top, then Beth pushed her over and climbed on top, and then Andrea kicked her off and dove on top again. Beth slipped out and grabbed Andrea’s leg, which Andrea turned against her in a head-scissors. Beth kicked and rolled onto Andrea in a “69” position, but that only lasted until Andrea used everything she had to arch up slightly and roll Beth off of her. The two of them rolled apart and got to their knees watching each other, and Julia noticed that Andrea’s pink top had been pulled out of place somehow. Her breasts weren’t much more than slight swells on her chest, but her areola were big, about three inches, and pink with thick nipples, just like Beth’s. It was darling when she noticed, and her whole body blushed the same shade as her nipples.

That was when someone tapped her on the shoulder. “Do you mind? I don’t want to miss any of this!”

“Yes, I fucking mind! This match shouldn’t be happening, and suddenly, I remember seeing you talking to Ricky after I told you I wouldn’t change the matches!” Julia turned her head and saw Mark standing there looking pissed off. “Look, Julia, if you want the truth, I thought it sucked too when you told me that Megan was rigging things for her sister and against Andrea. But I agreed to those fucking matches, and I’m not letting anyone go behind my back like this!”

Out of the corner of her eye, Julia watched Beth take advantage of Andrea’s embarrassment and tackle her back to the mat, trying to tie up her legs with a grapevine pin. “Listen, Mark, I’m sorry, I really am. But God, Andrea obviously wants to be in this sorority pretty bad. She came last week and took a chance at being beat up just to get practice for tonight. I couldn’t trash her chances while that other bitch got a walk because her sister was in charge.” In the ring, Andrea managed to buck her hips up a couple of times to shift Beth into a position where she could catch her in a body-scissors. “Besides, look at the ring! Those two are perfect opponents for each other! They look so cute! The customers are eating this up!” Beth was on her knees between Andrea’s legs trying to pry them apart. “If Megan and Angela bitch about it, tell Megan she can put on a bikini and join her sister. I’ll take them both on if it will make everyone happy, and I’ll beat both their asses.”

Julia had obviously said her piece, and Mark considered it as the brunette turned back to the action in the ring. Mark looked as well as Beth gave up on prying apart the thin legs and combined her fists into a shot to Andrea’s belly. Andrea’s belly was flat (it had to be with such a thin girl) and the shot didn’t exactly sink in deeply. Beth couldn’t punch through cardboard. It still broke the scissors because Andrea wasn’t much stronger, and Beth grabbed the pledge’s legs and pushed them up toward her chest. The customers were so loud about the see-saw battle between the two girls that it was hard to make out who they were cheering to win, or if they cared either way. Between Beth’s lush body and Andrea’s cute, flushed, and definitely arousing form, the match was stimulating a serious rise in their blood pressures. Julia was right about that. And to be honest with himself, Mark had to admit that his biggest worry had been that the Hellcat was going to beat up Angela over the match fixing. If she was willing to accept a two-on-one, that worry was gone and replaced with a desire to see one Hell of a match. “Okay, Julia, I’m going to talk to Megan and tell her your offer. It should smooth things out this time, but there had better not be a next time!” She nodded and turned back to the match, anxious not to miss any of it.

Beth had switched from pushing Andrea’s legs upward to pushing them outward in a leg-split submission, remembering how it had been used against her a week ago. Andrea started slapping the mat wildly, but she refused to give up when Maureen asked her to surrender. She really didn’t want to fail. Looking at Beth pushing down on her thighs, Andrea got an idea and combined her own fists, suddenly bucking her shoulders up and bopping Beth on the top of her blonde head. Again, it was a blow that startled more than hurt, but it broke the hold. Andrea’s legs were free again, and they snapped closed around Beth’s head one more time, this time with Andrea grabbing Beth’s wrists to prevent another gut shot.

Julia watched Beth struggle against another scissors and switch tactics again. Smiling at her little girlfriend’s moxie, she rooted for Beth as the curvy blonde slowly but surely got to her feet with Andrea’s legs still locked on her head. She wouldn’t have had the strength to do it with anyone else in the place, except maybe Mei Ling. Then, she started to turn around in place, gradually getting faster until she was swinging Andrea around her body. Well, to be honest, she slowly swung Andrea around her about 4 times before Andrea’s legs let go, and they both flew in opposite directions without the counterweight. Beth stumbled backward and fell on her heart-shaped butt. Andrea didn’t go as far, but she landed flat on her back and had some wind knocked out of her.

Beth was up first, rubbing her ass with both hands to take the sting out, which really was a crowd-pleaser. Andrea was still lying on her back and breathing heavy. Beth ran at her opponent and leaped into the air, arms and legs spread out to crush Andrea with a big splash. Andrea was playing possum and rolled out of the way. Julia winced a little as her girlfriend went “splat,” face-down and spread-eagle on the mat. The strawberry-blonde pledge rolled over and got to her hands and knees and saw her opponent lying there, shaking her head from side-to-side. Now, she lunged and landed on Beth’s back, pinning her down to the mat. Julia watched closely, sensing the end of the match was near. Even the customers seemed to feel it and quieted to a dull roar as they watched. Andrea pulled her legs in and sat on Beth’s back, grabbing Beth’s arms. Realizing what was coming, Julia was torn between disappointment for Beth and happiness for Andrea. Moving slowly, the pledge went step-by-step through the move that defeated her last week. After setting herself on Beth’s back, she hooked the blonde’s arms over her knees, reached forward around Beth’s chin, and pulled back, an excellently, if not powerfully, applied camel-clutch. Beth kicked her feet and flapped her hands and gave the patrons a fantastic view of her hanging breasts, but she wasn’t going anywhere. She fought for maybe a minute and gave up the match to Andrea, who released her instantly and started jumping around in celebration of her victory. She only celebrated for a few moments, though, before she remembered the other part of what happened last week and went back to help Beth up and rub her neck, a good winner. Julia was smiling ear-to-ear as the two cuties hugged in the middle of the ring and came back up to the changing area together.

Andrea hugged her as soon as she saw Julia. “I did it! Wrestling you did help me! I didn’t even know how to do that hold before you showed it to me!” She squeezed Julia tightly and kissed her on the cheek and then ran over to her friends who caught her in a group hug.

That left Beth standing there, and Julia happily wrapped her arms around the voluptuous girl. “You both looked scrumptious out there. I’m dying to get you alone later.”

Beth smiled and kissed Julia on the neck. “You better! You taught my opponent the move that beat me! You better make it up to me big time!” They kissed one more time and then Beth slipped out of Julia’s arms to get to the shower and rinse off the sweat of her match.

After the first two matches, the packed house was screaming for the third. “Match #3, gents! For the Sportsman’s Club, we have that mighty Mediterranean, Micki!” Olive-skinned and brunette-haired, Micki ran out with a bouncer to the ring in a hot-pink thong and slipped into the ring. She was one of the oldest girls in the club, nearly thirty, and had been wrestling in matches since Mark had come up with the idea. She wasn’t particularly gifted in any one way. Her ass was good, her tits were nice, and her face was pretty. Nothing extraordinary, but overall, there was nothing you could fault, either. Micki realized this and went with it. Maybe she’d never be the prettiest girl around, but no one kicked her out of the bed. “And from the sorority pledges, we have... Brittany!” Hoping to make it three victories in a row for pledges, Brit got a hug from Andrea and Mei and ran out in her blue bikini with the bouncer. Like Micki, she was attractive but no cover girl. As she reached the ring, Brit hopped easily up to the apron and did a somersault over the ropes into the ring, trying to intimidate her opponent a little.

Definitely a gymnast, Julia thought. That’s fine if it helps her. Micki won’t be easy. As the match began, the two of them circled each other, showing that they were pretty close in size. Micki was a little taller and maybe a few pounds heavier. They locked up in the middle of the ring, and it was obvious that they were closely matched in strength, too. They strained against each other for a minute without either of them making any headway.

Micki broke the stalemate, having more experience in wrestling. She dropped backward and put her foot into Brittany’s stomach to flip the pledge over onto her back on the mat. But, Brit was a gymnast. As she went over, she went with the throw and landed on her feet. Micki was surprised to see her opponent standing over her and had Brit drop across her chest and try for a pin.

Micki bucked her off before Maureen could get in position to count and rolled to feet, more cautious now. This girl was anxious for a win. Brit charged and tried to grab Micki’s arms, but the older woman’s experience turned it into a hammerlock on the girl. She went to increase the pressure on Brit, but somehow, the pledge spun into Micki and untwisted her arm from behind her back and got free. Micki was caught looking at her empty hands, and Brittany tried to tackle her to the mat.

They both stumbled into the ropes, and Micki again took control of the situation and whipped Brittany across the ring to bounce off of the opposite ropes. As she rebounded, Micki set herself in the middle of the ring and tried to send her to the mat with a back-body-drop. She felt the college girl go over her, but when she turned around, Brit was still on her feet!

Julia was thinking that Brittany was great at getting out of holds but lousy at using them, and once Micki figured that out, the girl was in deep. Someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she heard a girl clear her throat. “Hey, Sweetheart, back from the shower so quickly?” Julia put her hand back to feel her girlfriend’s butt, and realized that this wasn’t Beth when she felt a pair of jeans. She spun around to look into the surprised green eyes of a redhead about her size in cut-off jean shorts and a midriff-baring tank top. “Shit, I’m sorry! I thought you were someone else!”

“I guessed that.” She held out her hand. “Lauren Carter, chapter president of the sorority. You’re the Hellcat, right?”

“Julia. Hellcat is the annoying name that I got stuck with here. I only use it out there.” Julia jerked her thumb toward the ring, where Micki was slapping the mat in aggravation at having Brittany slip out of a scissor-hold before it was even locked in completely.

“Julia, it is. I just wanted to say thanks for busting up Megan’s match-fixing scam. She’s been a real bitch to some of the pledges, and this was completely against our rules. I walked up to thank Mark for setting up such great matches and heard him apologizing to Megan about the mix-up in the matches she requested.” She offered her hand to Julia, who shook it gladly. “Did you really offer to take on Megan and Angela at the same time?”

“Yeah, mostly to make it up to Mark for acting behind his back.”

“Can you take them both?”

“Pretty sure I can. A lot of the girls say I’m the best wrestler here.”

“Great! I told Megan to get her clothes off and get into a bikini. If they lose, they both have to go through pledge week all over again to join the sorority.”

Julia smiled at the thought. “Oh, that’s sweet! I’ll kick their butts!” The crowd behind her roared louder all of a sudden, and she turned to see what was going on. “Ooh, I don’t think Brittany is going to be in the winner’s circle tonight!” While she was talking to Lauren, Micki had managed to find a way to ground Brit. The gymnast was squirming in a sleeper hold, trying desperately to get loose, but Micki had it locked in tight. They watched as the pledge’s eyes slowly closed and her legs buckled. Maureen moved in and shook the girl’s arm with no response and stopped the match. Micki let Brit down easy and did a victory dance around the ring while Maureen revived Brittany.

At least she wasn’t a poor sport about the loss. Brittany shook Micki’s hand and walked back to the changing room with her. Lauren put a hand on her shoulder as she passed. “Don’t worry too much, Brit. You still have another test to get into the sorority.” Brit nodded her head slowly and walked over to Andrea and Mei, who tried to comfort her. Whispering to Julia, “Don’t tell her, but the next test is an obstacle course. With her gymnastics, she’ll probably break our old record for going through it.” They both smiled.

Before Ricky introduced the last match, Mark went to the DJ station and informed him of the changes. “Hold onto your gonads, men, because this last match is gonna set ‘em on fire! We have a handicap match, two pledges against our own club killer, the Hellcat!” Julia’s lip twisted at the name, and then she ran out with the bouncer down to the ring. The crowd of patrons was getting pretty rowdy, and even with the bouncer there, she had to elbow one sleaze in the gut when he tried to grab her breasts and smacked a few hands away from her silver-clad ass. She was glad to be through them and climb into the ring. Once inside, she relaxed in her corner, leaning against the ropes to show her confidence.

“Facing the Hellcat are two sexy blonde sisters, Megan and Angela!” Julia got a glimpse of them before they entered the crowd and saw flashes of blonde hair as they got closer to the ring. When they finally emerged, they were both glaring at the ring and her, obviously ticked off at being caught and blaming Julia for it. They were both the same size, a little smaller than Julia. Angela, in the black monokini, had her hair long and straight. Megan’s hair was only to her shoulders and gently waved, and she had borrowed a black bikini with a bandeau top and thong bottom from the several suits her sister had brought tonight.

They climbed through the ropes and kept glaring at Julia. She gave them a smile in return. It wasn’t the friendly, reassuring smile that she gave Andrea a week ago to help her relax. No, this smile was just the opposite and said, “You are in SO much trouble.” She just kept smiling at them and Megan broke first. She grabbed Angela and whispered something to her quickly, getting a nod of agreement.

Maureen signaled for the match to begin, and the two sisters ran across the ring and grabbed Julia’s arms before she’d gotten more than two steps out of her corner. “Let’s see just how tough you are, Hellcat!” Together they whipped the brunette into the ropes and joined hands to hit her with a clothesline on the rebound. That was the idea. But as they ran at Julia, she dropped to her knees and punched out with both hands, hitting them both in their stomachs. The sisters ended up bent over with the Hellcat between them, and she put her arms between their legs and pulled them toward her. Angela and Megan began to fall over, and Julia used all of her strength to stand and flip them to the mat with a double-back-body-drop that stunned the girls and amazed the customers.

Angela and Megan were both looking up at the Hellcat standing over them and got scared when she looked down at them with that smile again. Actually, it was a distraction to keep them from moving so she could drop down and hit them each with an elbow to the gut. While they were busy trying to catch their breath, Julia stood and grabbed Angela by the “X” of her monokini and pulled her to her feet. Using the suit, she swung the girl around a few times and threw her through the ropes to the floor. The younger blonde landed flat on her back with her tits exposed to the crowd, trying to figure out where she was.

Now that she had only one to worry about for a little while, Julia went to work on Megan. The older sister was pulled up by the hair and thrown into the ropes. Bouncing back, the Hellcat scoop-slammed her with authority, actually getting the blonde to bounce on the padded mat. Megan tried to curl up, but a handful of hair got her on her feet again. She was scooped into the air again, this time hoisted over the Hellcat’s shoulder facing down with her butt up in the air on display. The blonde kicked her legs in embarrassment and fright as her stronger opponent carried her around the ring to show her off and then got pounded into the mat with a power-slam. Megan was shocked that this impact felt even harder than the last one. Of the two sisters, Megan’s toughness was in inverse-proportion to her victim’s and her chances of being caught. Since the Hellcat had already gotten Megan caught for her scam and was now beating her easily, the blonde was scared shitless and looking for someplace to hide. She gave no resistance as Julia pulled her up to her feet by the hair.

Megan was saved from another body-slam by Angela’s re-entry into the ring. The younger sister was more the “gets-pissed-off-and-lashes-out” bully-type, and after recovering her pointy boobs with her monokini straps, she jumped back into the ring growling. Julia had been watching for her, so while Angela was still getting to her feet, Megan was swung around in a big arc by the hair and tossed out of the ring. When Angela charged at the Hellcat, crouched over and planning to tackle her in the gut, she missed the prepared wrestler by a country-mile and went into the mat face-first because Julia tripped her as she passed.

The Hellcat could practically see steam blowing out of Angela’s ears as she got up screaming curses at the brunette. For the next minute-and-a-half, she raced at Julia repeatedly, swinging or kicking wildly, and every time, the brunette dodged or side-stepped the blonde’s shot and scored with one of her own. After five or six tries, Angela was on her hands and knees puffing hard, and Julia hadn’t broken a sweat yet. Angela screamed again and lunged in a diving tackle. Julia got a pop from the crowd by leaping higher than Angela and riding her down to the mat, crushing her face-down into the padded surface. Julia was back on her feet in a second, while Angela moaned through clenched teeth and got up slowly.

It was too bad for Angela that the club was so crowded because if she could’ve seen herself in one of the big wall mirrors she might’ve calmed down earlier. As it was, she was saved from another humiliating charge now by Megan, who had gotten up the guts to sneak back into the ring and grab the Hellcat from behind in a full-nelson. Too busy dodging the younger one to keep an eye on Megan, Julia was caught off-guard and struggled to get her arms free. “I’ve got her, Angie, but I don’t know how long I can hold her! Nail her quick!”

Angie smiled as things seemed to be in her favor now. “Just hold for a second so I can break her smug fucking face!” The blonde balled up her fist, raised it, and ran forward.

Into Julia’s feet. Unable to pull free in time, the Hellcat used Megan’s hold for support and kicked both feet out in front of her, smashing both of Angela’s tits into her chest. Angela went flying back with her arms hugging her boobs, and Julia brought her feet back down on top of Megan’s. The older sister howled and released her hold, hopping around and trying to rub both of her feet at the same time. She nearly wet herself when Julia grabbed her in a side-headlock and held a fist right in front of her nose. “Maybe this wasn’t explained to you clearly enough when you got here, so I’ll explain it again now. We stay away from the face here! Even with no rules, we try not to hit each other in the face at any time! A girl in your situation should understand and appreciate that! Clear?” Megan started to tremble and nodded her head frantically. Julia looked over at Angela who was on her feet and running in screaming again. “Tell your sister!” The Hellcat released the headlock and used handfuls of hair and thong to propel Megan forward into her sister’s belly.

Megan’s head went deep into Angela’s gut, and they both landed in a heap on the mat. Megan, thoroughly spooked, started babbling to Angie not to try to hit Julia’s face while Angela tried to shove her off and get at the brunette. She pushed Megan to the side and got back to her feet for her umpteenth charge, but this time, Julia didn’t get out of the way. Slapping her arms out to the side, Julia left Angela wide open and grabbed her around the waist in a bearhug and lifted her off of the mat. Angie shrieked and brought in her hands to claw her opponent, but before she could, the Hellcat dropped to one knee and hit her in the crotch with a reverse-atomic-drop. Angela’s eyes bugged out, and her mouth stayed open with no sound coming out. The Hellcat stood back up, still hugging the blonde, and charged into the corner, crushing the pledge between herself and the turnbuckle padding.

Angela was gasping and Julia hung her arms over the ropes to keep her up. She was about to hit her with a knee to the belly, but Megan tried to help her sister again by jumping on Julia’s back and wrapping her arms around the brunette’s throat. The Hellcat felt the arms tighten around her neck, but she also felt the girl trembling on her back. She grabbed at Megan’s arms and pulled at them enough to loosen them slightly and backed away from Angela. Turning around, the Hellcat lurched backward and slammed Megan into her sister, crushing Megan between them. She still held on, so Julia stepped forward and slammed her backward again. Megan’s legs came loose from the Hellcat’s sides, and she hung from Julia’s back. The brunette drove her right elbow back hard into the blonde’s ribs, and she fell off completely, leaning against her younger sister in the corner.

Julia turned around and grabbed a handful of Megan’s hair. “You’re getting in the way. Let’s put you where you can’t cause any more trouble.” The Hellcat dragged the unresisting girl over to the side of the ring and shoved her back into the ropes. Forcing Megan’s arms out to the sides, she pushed her back over the top rope and pulled the middle rope up to tie up the blonde’s arms. Megan pulled at her arms a few times but couldn’t get loose. Julia patted her on the cheek and said, “You’ll be safe there.”

“YOU WON’T!” Julia had thought that Angela was too stunned to move for a few minutes, but being about as mad as she could ever remember being was giving her some extra energy. Now, the blonde was right next to Julia and throwing punches at her face, and Julia, surprised, had all she could handle trying to block them all. Unfortunately, she couldn’t, and one hard right slammed into the left corner of her mouth and sent her to the mat. Angela saw her go down and kicked her in the stomach as hard as she could. Turning to Megan, she laughed and said, “I got her!” She grabbed at the ropes holding Megan’s arms. “We’ve gotta get you loose and finish her off!”

“I told you not to hit her face! She’s gonna be mad!”

“Who the fuck cares? She’s down!” Angela was still tugging on the ropes to get Megan loose, then she noticed Megan staring over her shoulder.

“You are so fucking dead!” Angie spun around and saw Julia standing there, wiping a little blood from the corner of her mouth and very pissed. Frightened, she threw a left and a right at Julia’s head, but the Hellcat caught both arms and tucked them under her own arms next to her ribs. Angela had a brief moment to pull at her trapped arms before the Hellcat slammed a head-butt right between her eyes and a bright light exploded in her head. “I was just playing around with you until you gave up, but if you want to get rough, it’s knockout time!”

The Hellcat released the blonde’s arms and grabbed her shoulders to hold her in place for a powerful knee-lift to the gut that drove all of the air out of Angela. Bending down, Julia pulled Angela face-down across her shoulders and stood, carrying her to the middle of the ring. With a hand at the junction of her neck and shoulder and the other between Angie’s legs, the Hellcat took a deep breath and pressed the blonde high above her head, turning around slowly so all of the cheering men could see it clearly. Once she’d made one full rotation, she dropped Angie’s belly across her hard thigh in a devastating gut-buster! Angie curled up in a ball trying to make her lungs and diaphragm work. She couldn’t do anything to protect herself as the Hellcat pulled her up by the hair for the finishing move. Grabbing Angela’s head under her arm, Julia got a hand under Angela’s hip and pulled her up inverted in a giant suplex, but at the last second, she dropped to her butt and planted the blonde with a brain-buster piledriver, knocking the pledge out cold!

The Hellcat stood with her hands raised as the customers went absolutely nuts. Looking down at Angela, she reached down and grabbed the monokini behind the blonde’s neck, untying it and peeling it off of her. Angela was left naked in the ring and revealed to everyone present that she wasn’t a natural blonde.

Holding the monokini in her hand, Julia turned to Megan, who was just getting loose with Maureen’s help. The match was over, a win by knockout for the Hellcat, but Megan was terrified and didn’t know that. Falling to her knees, she started crying and yelled, “Please don’t hurt me! I told her not to hit you in the face! I told her!” Julia opened her mouth to tell her not to worry, but Megan jumped to her feet and started to strip. She untied her top and slipped off the thong, revealing that her blonde hair also came from a bottle, and tossed them at the Hellcat’s feet. “You can have it! You win!” Maureen tried to grab her shoulder and tell her to calm down, but she jumped out of the ring and ran naked into the crowd. A pair of bouncers rushed over and forced a path for her to get back to the changing area.

Julia just looked at Maureen. Then she picked up the bikini and looked at it, and back at Maureen. “I think it will look good on me once I’ve washed it. The monokini will look fabulous on Beth, I bet.” She looked up toward the changing area. “I didn’t know I was so scary.” She slipped out of the ring and headed back to the changing area flanked by two bouncers.

Angela started to moan, and Maureen went to help her up. Julia had done the moves well. The blonde wasn’t really injured, just stunned.

The kid was a lot scarier than she thought.