Feeling Uneasy

As Maureen watched the argument go back and forth, she thought, I thought it would take a month or two, but I thought Julia would be the one getting antsy. So much for my ability to predict the future.

She was sitting at the bar watching Mark bombarded on both sides by opposite factions. On one side, he had Sasha leading Cheyenne, Regina, and Roxanne. On the other, Becky was speaking for Beth and Jess. The problem was Julia, a.k.a. Hellcat. Sasha and her faction wanted Julia to be restricted to the kind of wrestling matches that were, to put it bluntly, stacked against her. Becky and the others were trying to impress on Mark that this was totally unfair bullshit from a bunch of cowards.

Other girls were watching the fireworks, Raven, Micky, and Mia to name a few. For the most part, they were on the fence. They were a little afraid of Julia; none of them could compete with the dominant brunette. At the same time, Sasha’s demands were that Julia not step into the Sportsman’s Club’s ring unless she was facing two or more opponents at once, and none of the girls could honestly say that they thought it was fair. Julia was tough and could out-wrestle anyone in the club. She shouldn’t be punished for it.

Maureen had company at the bar, someone who had a lot riding on this argument. The club’s "champion," the 6’1" redhead called Savage Samantha, was still holding the title because Julia hadn’t gotten her in the ring yet. Lusciously full-figured with watermelon-sized breasts, a big round ass, and thick-but-shapely legs, Samantha held the title by being bigger and stronger than anyone in the club. Those advantages couldn’t beat the Hellcat unless Sam got very lucky. Restricting Julia could save Sam’s championship, but Sam wasn’t sure she would still feel like the champ if she dodged the bullet that way. Like most of the other girls, she wasn’t sure how she wanted this to end.

"Look, Mark, this comes down to simple competition," Sasha said. "No one can compete one-on-one with the Hellcat. Her last three matches were those two sorority girls two weeks ago, two college girl amateurs last week, and Regina and Belle a few days ago. She’s still undefeated, and sorry Regina, she wasn’t in any danger of losing in any of those matches. All we’re asking is that you keep giving her more than one opponent but forget about making them tag in and out. She did it with the sorority girls. Hellcat knocked one out and scared the other one so much that she almost forgot her potty training."

Becky snorted in derision. "You are so full of crap, Sasha. You couldn’t care less about competition. You just want to see Julia getting beaten because you’re afraid she’s getting more popular than you! And your cronies want to see her lose because she’s beaten them or scared them out of their panties!"

"You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!" Roxanne was red in the face and bellowing at Becky’s insult.

Beth came back at the big girl. "If Becky’s wrong, why are you bringing this up with Mark when Julia’s not here? Why did you wait until she was scheduled to fight that private match at the frat-house and wouldn’t be here at the club? None of you have the guts to risk making her mad at you!"

That was a telling point. Since the Sorority Pledge Night, the Hellcat’s fame had spread to the Internet, thanks to some of the college guys that had witnessed her in action. A direct result of that had been Julia being hired to wrestle a special opponent at a frat party, with Maria, Carlotta, and a pair of bouncers going to make sure there was no funny business. It was the first time since she’d been hired that Julia would miss a wrestling night, match or no match.

Cheyenne had a reply that cut Beth to the quick. "Why are you acting like you care so much? You dumped the Hellcat for that strawberry-blonde stick figure. What was it that I heard? After that pledge match, you got together for a private rematch and ended up bumping cunts all night? You decided you liked a girlfriend that you could equal, unlike the Hellcat who can walk all over you anytime she feels like it!"

Maureen winced at that shot, definitely below the belt. It was mostly true, unfortunately. Beth and Andrea had both enjoyed their seesaw battle and decided to have a rematch, and then another and another. After the third rematch, they’d both realized how excited they made each other and made love. Maureen had been there when Beth broke up with Julia, saying that she and Andrea seemed like a better match and mentioning that the two of them were getting together less frequently as time passed. They parted friends and still were friends, but Maureen had been there for Julia’s tears after Beth left.

Jessica had to grab Beth before she lunged for Cheyenne, the Native American standing there with a grin and a "come-and-get-it" expression. Jess stepped in front of Beth to provide a shield between them and said, "Julia’s sex life has nothing to do with you wanting revenge for getting your ass kicked all over the ring a few weeks ago, Cheyenne! We all remember how you tried to use Becky to get Julia in the ring, and it backfired when she beat you like a two-bit whore! You’re here with Sasha and this bullshit because you like the idea of getting a rematch with someone there to hold Julia for you! You’re too chicken-shit to try it on your own!"

"I’m not afraid of that bitch! She just gets special treatment and training, so it’s only fair that she gets handicapped for it!"

"It’s not special training! She just practices alone with Maureen because…" Beth stopped suddenly because she’d promised Maureen not to tell anyone the reason for the private sessions.

Sasha jumped on it. "Can’t think of a reason, can you?"

Shit, I’ve got to set the record straight. I don’t think it will help much, though. Maureen cleared her throat. "I asked Julia to practice with me in private so no one would see that I can’t beat her, either. She gets less training than anyone else does. I’m more of a sparring partner for her." Maureen looked around, taking in the surprised looks. That flew like a lead balloon. The girls knew that the Hellcat had beaten Maureen, but they didn’t know that she always beat Maureen.

Sasha got over the surprise quickly and used it in her favor. "That’s even worse! Maureen’s an ex-professional wrestler! If she can’t handle the Hellcat, how are we supposed to do it?"

"How can Julia be expected to handle matches where she’s always out-numbered?" Becky didn’t like the looks on the faces of the undecided girls. "Mark, you said that the customers ask for Julia on wrestling nights. That could get all screwed up if you start putting gangs of girls in the ring to mug her! You know that’s exactly what Sasha is asking you to do!"

"Okay, enough! I don’t know who to believe here!" Mark looked a little bewildered by the situation. "Sasha, don’t kid yourself that you’re interested in fair play because we all know better. You don’t like Julia’s popularity around here, and you want to see her start losing to fix that." He turned to Becky. "That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have a good point. I knew Julia was good, but I didn’t know how good until now. When the woman I hired to train you girls can’t handle her, I have to think that she’s way out of the league the rest of you are in, don’t I?" Mark walked over to the bar and leaned against it. "What’s your take on this, Maureen? What do you think is fair?"

"Nobody here can win a match with Julia, Mark, unless they get very lucky. Sorry, girls, but that’s my honest opinion. But restricting her to getting double or triple-teamed isn’t the answer. Granted, she’s good enough to handle some team-ups, but she’ll burn out or get hurt if she’s gotta fight the world in every match. If she’s staying here, the only fair thing is to put her against tag teams or bring in opponents that can handle her. Personally, I think maybe she should leave." Beth gasped and Maureen turned to her. "I’m not saying I want her to go, but I have told her plenty of times that I think she could and should try to go pro." She turned back to Mark. "I think that right now Julia is as good as I ever was, and hanging around here isn’t going to help her. If she’s a natural-born wrestler like I think she is, the pros would give her a chance to be great."

Now Mark was even more confused, and Sasha, a natural con-artist, tried to turn it in her favor. "Then it would be best for her if Mark let her go, and then Maureen could put her in touch with the pros. Things would go back to normal around here, and the Hellcat would be better off."

"No! Julia doesn’t think she’s ready, no matter what Maureen says, and she wants to stay here! Mark, you don’t want her to leave, do you? She’s popular! Those frat guys even dedicated a web page to her with pictures!" Beth was worried and didn’t like what was being decided for Julia without her even present for it.

"That’s true, too, Mark. I keep asking her if she’ll just talk to someone I know, but she turns me down every time."

"So take the decision out of her hands!" That was a step too far, and Sasha realized it as Mark frowned at her. She’d touched a nerve and destroyed her own case.

"I don’t fire anybody unless they do something to deserve it, and I’m not going to force out somebody who brings in crowds just to help your ego, Sasha. And I’m not sure I like the idea of singling anyone out for special matches. I certainly don’t like setting someone up for the kind of matches you want!" Becky, Jess, and Beth started to smile, but Mark wasn’t finished. "Unfortunately, I may have to make an exception with Julia and follow Maureen’s suggestion about tag teams and special opponents."

Samantha caught everyone off-guard by speaking for the first time. "Why not have a competition to settle it? If Sasha and her friends win, you go with Maureen’s suggestion. If Julia’s friends win, you don’t change anything."

"But that’s four against three," Jessica said.

"Four against four. I’ll be on your side to even things out." That really surprised a few people, but Sam liked the idea. It felt "champion-like" to her. "What do you think, Mark? One big match with two teams. We’ll draw names for order and go until one team is eliminated by submission or over the top rope. The customers will love it."

Mark loved the idea. "It works for me. Everyone agree?" They all nodded.

That night in the dressing area, it was pretty quiet. Sasha’s team was reasonably confident, but not completely. Samantha was a big problem. Samantha’s team wasn’t entirely sure of victory, either. Becky could handle Sasha and Regina, but Cheyenne and Roxanne were a bit much for her. Jess and Beth were in an uphill battle with all of the opposing team.

"Think Julia’s fought that other woman yet?"

"No, Becky. It’s the main entertainment for a frat party. The match won’t take place for another hour or so." Beth straightened the straps of her thong on her hips.

Jess adjusted her skin-tight leather hot pants. "Did anyone call her and let her know what was going on here?"

Beth shook her head. "I asked Maureen if I should, but she told me it was a bad idea. Julia’s facing an experienced catfighter and wrestler, and she needs to be thinking about that." Beth stopped and looked in the mirror. "I hope she’ll be okay. All I know about this other woman is that she’s older and about Julia’s size."

"What happened between you? I was surprised to hear you broke up with her." Samantha was sitting there, her big, lush form on display in a "loin-cloth" with a cheetah-fur pattern.

"It wasn’t like Cheyenne said. After that match with Andrea on Sorority Night, I got to talking to her in the showers. Our match was so close that I asked if she’d be interested in a rematch, and she agreed if it wasn’t in front of an audience. So, we met and wrestled and I won. That gave us one match apiece, so of course we had to have a tie-breaker."

Becky laughed and said, "Of course you did."

"We must have wrestled for half an hour without a winner until we were both so tired that we agreed to call it quits and try again the next day. I was thinking about her the whole time, and when we met the next day, she said she’d been thinking of me. And when we started wrestling, neither of us was trying because we didn’t want to fight. Pretty soon, we were rolling around making love and it was fantastic." Beth wasn’t really looking at the others. "Don’t get me wrong. I love Julia, and when we were together, it was good. The problem was… Becky, do you remember when you went out with Billy Westman? You chased after him and thought he was the best, but after a week or so, you broke up because it wasn’t as great as you thought it would be. I think that’s what happened with me and Julia. We both were attracted to each other for a long time, and in the beginning, we couldn’t get enough of each other. Lately though, we hardly saw each other just to see each other, you know?"

"You two okay with each other?" Becky looked concerned.

"Of course!" Beth saw Becky’s expression. "Oh God! You don’t think I’d sabotage the match, do you? They’ll have to pull my arms off before I’ll give up, and you can take that to the bank! I know I’m not THE best, but I’m going to give it MY best!"

"I’m sorry. It was a stupid thought that shot through my head. I should have known better."

"It’s okay. I’ve been worrying about screwing this up myself. Maybe I will, but it won’t be on purpose. I couldn’t face Julia if I did that to her."

"Nobody’s going to screw up. Sasha and her crew are a bunch of chicken-shits and can’t beat us. Let’s check out the warm-up match before ours and get our heads on the job." Samantha put an arm around Becky’s shoulders, and Jess and Beth linked up as well to go over and watch the match beginning in the ring.

The "warm-up" match, as Sam called it, was between Mia and Raven. The club’s smallest girl at 4’10 and between 90 and 95 pounds was doing her best against the club’s "vampire," who had at least 5 inches and 15 pounds advantage in her favor. As usual, Mia’s best was coming up short of being enough.

A tiny Korean-American girl with a classic, fragile-looking Asian build, Mia threw herself at the taller, pale, Gothic girl with the tattoos and piercings as soon as the match started and drove Raven back against the ropes, but that was immediately turned against her as Raven turned them around and slammed a knee up into little Mia’s belly. Raven’s knee slammed home three more times, rapidly, and drove the air out of the smaller girl’s lungs, bending her over. Mia didn’t know what was happening as Raven’s arm snaked around her neck in a tight choke-hold, and Raven’s fist smashed into Mia’s kidney six or seven times. Maureen made Raven break the choke, dropping Mia on her face.

Maureen told Raven to ease off, but Raven wasn’t really listening. She’d been in a bad mood for about two weeks, steadily getting worse. It started when Maria had gotten revenge for an embarrassing loss by ambushing Raven on Sorority Night and making her lose to a Chinese pledge about Mia’s size. Then last week, Maria and Raven had a rematch in which Maria kept her cool and royally kicked Raven’s ass. Raven needed someone to vent on and Mia was in the right place at the wrong time.

Raven grabbed a handful of Mia’s straight black hair and used it to throw the tiny girl into the corner. Mia had no sooner hit the heavily-padded turnbuckles than Raven charged in after her, jumping into the air to splash her whole body onto Mia. The "vampire" grabbed the top ropes on both sides of Mia and kept splashing her body against Mia in the corner, jumping and pulling herself down with the ropes. Gasping for air, Mia was pulled out of the corner by the air and whipped across the ring into the opposite corner. Raven charged in after her again, but this time she dropped her head down and butted it into Mia’s belly. That shot paralyzed Mia’s diaphragm so she couldn’t breathe or speak, only cross her arms over her stomach with her mouth open. Raven pulled her out of the corner and threw her face down on the mat.

Now the humiliation began. Raven dropped onto Mia’s back facing her feet and grabbed the sides of Mia’s lavender panties with both hands. Getting a good grip, Raven hauled up in a terrific wedgie, leaning back to put everything she could into it. Poor Mia, still trying to breathe, grimaced in pain as the fabric was yanked up between her labia and ass cheeks. The customers were getting a great view as Raven’s pulling lifted Mia’s pelvis off of the padded mat with her legs spread, and the panties drawn up inside her so her neatly trimmed strip of black pubic hair was visible.

Raven held Mia this way for at least two full minutes, and as Maureen saw tears starting from Mia’s eyes, she moved in to give the poor girl a chance to give up. That’s when the panties tore away. Raven was pulling on them so hard that she tumbled over backward off of Mia with the torn satin in her hands. Mia was breathing through clenched teeth and trying to keep her sore mound off of the mat.

Raven looked at the torn panties like she was pissed off at them and scrambled back over to Mia on her hands and knees, grabbing her hair again. Yanking Mia’s head up, Raven made the little girl squeal and stuffed the torn panties into her mouth. Then she placed a knee between Mia’s shoulders and used the hair to pull Mia’s head and neck back to the breaking point. Trapped, Mia unleashed muffled screams through the sodden cloth in her mouth and kicked her legs as her scalp and neck erupted in fiery pain.

This was way overboard for a club match, and Maureen told the DJ to call the end of the match. "Let her go, Raven. The match is over and you won!"

"Fuck you, Maureen! I haven’t pinned her, and she hasn’t given up! Now let me have some fun!"

"You’ve got three seconds to let her go before I get mad and make you! 1… 2… 3!" Maureen moved in, and Raven realized she was in trouble and released Mia a second too late. The forty-year-old referee/trainer grabbed Raven’s hair and yanked her up to her feet, driving the heel of her hand into Raven’s diaphragm to prevent any resistance. The air shot out of Raven with a "WHUFF," and Maureen swung her around and threw her out of the ring over the top rope. Raven landed on her tailbone on the soft mats around the ring and stood slowly, angry but not stupid enough to try going back into the ring. She decided to cut her losses and went out to the customers, letting them pay for the privilege of rubbing her sore ass while Maureen helped Mia out of the ring to the dressing area.

The girls watched Maureen help Mia to the shower, trying to reassure her.

"But what did I do to her? I know I lose a lot, but nobody’s tried to hurt me like that!"

"It’s not you, Mia. She’s got a bug up her ass about Maria beating her the past two weeks and took it out on you. It isn’t your fault." Maureen rubbed Mia’s neck and aimed her into one of the stalls. "Just get a hot shower and a couple of aspirin to take care of the aches, and I’ll see if Mark can have a talk with Raven later. It’ll be okay." Mia nodded and went into the shower, and Maureen headed out to the ring again, nodding at the girls as she passed.

Samantha watched Maureen walk to the ring and sighed. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone need to be helped like that around here."

"Maria isn’t here." Sam looked at Jessica. "Raven tricked Maria in a match and took her out with a crotch-shot. Maria evened the score on Sorority Night by getting involved and helping a girl like Mia take out Raven. Raven wanted to tear Maria’s hair out last week, but it went the other way because Maria stayed calm and Raven blew her top. They’re starting to really have it in for each other. If Maria were here to see that, I bet she’d have run out and gone after Raven."

"Well, that wouldn’t be the first feud I’ve seen around here, but they usually don’t splash over onto anyone else." She heard Ricky the DJ and saw Sasha heading out with Roxanne, Regina, and Cheyenne. "Come on, it’s our turn now."

"Okay gentlemen, our next match is our last match of the evening, but when you hear about it, I don’t think you’ll feel disappointed. We have a special 8-Woman Elimination Match! There are two teams of four girls. The first two girls will be chosen from these jars," Ricky held up two jars with slips of paper in them, "and they’ll fight until one submits or is eliminated over the top rope to the floor! Then we’ll choose another girl to replace the one that was eliminated and it’ll go like that until one team is completely gone! What do you say to that, guys?" The customers roared their approval. "Okay! One team is lead by sexy Sasha, and her team is Regina, Cheyenne, and Roxanne!" Sasha led the way from the dressing room in her gold bikini bottoms, followed by Cheyenne in her buckskin panties, dark-skinned Regina in her gold thong, and finally the big and busty Roxanne with her blonde hair and red panties. "Their opponents are Becky, Jessica, and Bodacious Beth led by the Sportsman’s Club’s undefeated champion, Savage Samantha!" They came down to the ring in a group. Becky, with her fitness-model physique, had her electric-blue bikini bottoms. Red-headed Jessica wore her leather hot pants, and luscious, blonde Beth walked out with her bouncing D-cups and red thong. And most impressive of all, the huge, gorgeous assets of Samantha in the "cheetah" loin-cloth thong. "To start off the match, we have… Sasha and… Jessica!"

The Nordic ash-blonde and sassy redhead stayed in the ring as their teams stepped out to the ring apron, and at Maureen’s signal, they started to circle each other. They circled completely twice, neither wanting to make a mistake, and then locked up in a test of strength. Immediately, it looked as though Jess had made a big mistake because Sasha had 2 or 3 inches on her and some decent development in her arms. Jess held for a few seconds and then started to lose ground, getting forced back toward the ropes with Sasha bending back her wrists.

Then, Jessica fell. It looked at first like she tripped, but as she went over backward, her feet came up into Sasha’s gut and flipped the blonde over Jess to land on her back. It was a sneaky, unexpected move, the kind that Jess liked the best but didn’t often execute correctly. The redhead hopped up to her feet and jumped up and down because she was so thrilled that it worked. "Don’t let up on her, Jess! Don’t get distracted!" Becky’s voice cut through Jessica’s little celebration and brought her down to earth. That was her other weakness, celebrating a good move and getting clobbered for not finishing her opponent when she had the chance. Sasha was starting to sit up, but Jessica stopped her dancing and through herself down on Sasha’s chest in a cross-body splash.

Sasha was winded from having Jessica crash down on her chest, and Jess tried to capitalize on it by pulling Sasha’s face into her pointy, small breasts with a headlock-smother. Jess had a great, heart-shaped ass, but her tits were only so-so. Pulling Sasha into her chest cut off a lot of the blonde’s air but not all of it. Sasha was able to use the time in the hold to recover somewhat before Jess’ headlock got to be a problem. Once she was ready, Sasha was able to grab Jess’ wavy red hair and pull her off to the side.

They both rolled away from each other, but Jessica didn’t notice where she was in the ring. As she got to her feet, her shorts were grabbed from behind and pulled. Jess had moved close to Sasha’s corner, and Roxanne had a hold of her shorts. Jess slapped at Roxanne’s hand and got loose, but she turned back to Sasha to see the blonde right in front of her and got a knee between her legs. That was Sasha’s trademark. When she had any trouble at all, she went for her opponent’s crotch, knowing it would slow her down.

Maureen missed the crotch–shot because she went straight to the corner and punched Roxanne in one of her soft, round tits, knocking her off of the ring apron. "No interference! That was the only warning I’m giving! Next time it happens, the one who interfered is out of here! That goes for both teams!" Roxanne climbed back to the ring apron scowling and massaging her tit, but she said nothing.

Beth screamed for Maureen to turn around because Sasha had followed up the knee to the crotch by grabbing Jess’ hands and holding her in place for a punt to her sore pussy. Jess dropped to her knees, and Sasha, seeing Maureen watching again, grabbed Jess’ head in a reverse-side-headlock and sent her knee into Jess’ small boobs a few times. Jessica grunted and moaned as her tits were pounded into her ribs, but the crotch-shots had bled off most of her strength to fight back. Seeing this, Sasha smiled and pulled Jess on her knees to the middle of the ring. She forced Jess’ head between her firm thighs and squeezed them tight for a few seconds before she dropped to her knees. It was like a pedigree without driving Jess’ face into the mat, but the sudden drop still shocked the redhead pretty good. Sasha opened her thighs, and Jessica’s face fell to the padded mat, totally stunned.

Sasha moved up a little so her knees pinned down Jess’ shoulders and her gold-clad butt was sitting on the back of Jess’ head. Then she grabbed both of Jess’ arms and pulled them up behind her back to her shoulder-blades in a double-hammerlock. With her face into the mat, Jess made a bleating noise and kicked her feet as her shoulders were stressed. "Got you, red! Give it up!" Jess kicked her feet even more but didn’t say anything. To show her dominance, Sasha started bouncing her ass on Jess’ head. Jess’ bleating took on a "wuh-wuh-wuh" sound as her face was pushed repeatedly into the mat. "This is fun! I could do this for hours, unless you want to give up!"

Jessica held out for another few seconds and then she heard Becky. "Jess! It’s okay! Give up! You can’t get out of that!" She hated it, but Jess gave her submission, taking a few moments before Maureen could understand it with Sasha bouncing on her head.

Maureen made Sasha get up and helped Jess to her feet as the DJ picked the next girl to enter the match. "Okay, next up is… Becky!" The toned blonde shot into the ring and went straight at Sasha, hitting the ash-blonde in the belly with a spear that took her to the mat. Moving into a sitting position straddling Sasha’s stomach and pinning her arms, Becky locked in a double-breast-claw, crushing the Nordic blonde’s breasts in both hands. Now it was Sasha’s turn to howl as her tits were squeezed and twisted by the bigger blonde, Maureen moved in to ask for a submission.

Sasha wasn’t one for pain, but she hated being embarrassed even more. She couldn’t give up faster than Jessica did. Pride and desperation combined and made her legs kick up wildly to try to grab Becky or knock her off. She wasn’t completely successful; she didn’t knock Becky off of her, but she did get in one shot good enough to shift Becky and free Sasha’s left arm. Like a cobra, she struck and grabbed Becky’s right nipple, twisting and pulling the 2" pink nipple like she wanted to tear it off. It caught Becky by surprise, and she grabbed at Sasha’s wrist with her hands as she screamed at the sudden flare-up of pain in her tit. As Becky struggled and freed her nipple, Sasha was able to twist her body and knock Becky off to the side.

Sasha tried to get up and jump on Becky, but Becky kicked her right leg out and squashed Sasha’s left tit against her chest. Her red, sore breasts were throbbing from Becky’s claws already, and the kick put Sasha on her back with her arms crossed over her boobs to protect them from more abuse. Becky was able to get to her feet and Beth called over, "Use the hold Julia practiced with you! The Boston Crab!" Becky nodded, realizing it was a good choice, and grabbed Sasha’s feet, lifting Sasha’s legs and locking them under her arms. Sasha was too busy massaging the pain out of her boobs to notice her predicament until Becky started to turn her over, and by then, it was too late to do much about it. Becky was able to get Sasha over on her belly with a little work and leaned back to bend the ash-blonde’s back into a tight "C"-curve.

Becky didn’t quite have the finer points of the hold down, so Sasha’s back hurt but not unbearably. What was making Sasha scream was the fact that Becky’s hold was squashing her sore and swelling breasts into the mat. Maureen moved in to ask if Sasha wanted to quit, and Regina yelled for her to hold on. Sasha’s reply was, "Fuck you, Regina! She’s killing my beautiful tits! I GIVE! I GIVE!" Becky dropped Sasha’s legs and Maureen helped the eliminated girl out of the ring.

Ricky reached into the jar to draw the next name from Sasha’s team. "The next girl in the match is… Cheyenne!"

The Native American girl slipped into the ring confidently and began moving slowly toward Becky, noticing the fear in the blonde’s eyes. Becky still remembered the way that Cheyenne had tortured her and threatened to break her leg as a way to call out the Hellcat. She was trying to put it out of her head, but Cheyenne kept getting closer and throwing kicks that made Becky jump backward to get out of the way. Samantha could see that Cheyenne was herding Becky toward the ropes to trap her and called a warning, but Cheyenne threw a high-kick and made Becky jump back one more time... into the ropes. Becky’s back pushed into the ropes and she was thrown forward into a shuffle-sidekick to her belly that bent her over. Cheyenne spun around and slashed out with her lethal legs again, catching Becky in the side of the head and sending her to the mat.

Becky was dazed by the kick to the head and gave Cheyenne the opportunity to roll her onto her back and grab her legs. Becky saw what was coming, a figure-4-leglock, and grabbed for the ropes to break the hold before it could be locked in. Cheyenne responded by spreading Becky’s legs and dropping a knee right below her navel. Becky’s hands came off of the rope and flew to the abused area, and Cheyenne yanked her away from the ropes and locked in the figure-4.

For the next three minutes, Becky screamed and cried as Cheyenne tortured her legs, occasionally easing the pressure and then pouring it on ten times worse. Becky grimaced and pulled her own hair in her agony, but she wouldn’t submit. The teams were even right now, and she didn’t want to put the opposing team in the advantage, especially since Beth could be called next. Hardly able to see through the tears, Becky pushed with her arms and dragged them both to the ropes and grabbed the bottom one.

Maureen was watching the whole time and was impressed by Becky’s guts. She quickly made Cheyenne break the hold, making it clear that she’d deck the dark-skinned girl if she didn’t break the hold. Cheyenne untied her legs from Becky’s and stood with an aggravated expression.

Grabbing Becky’s ankles, she pulled away from the ropes and dragged her to the center of the ring. Opening Becky’s legs again, the Native American jumped up and dropped both knees into the inner thigh of Becky’s right leg. "Give up!" Becky was in convulsions of pain, but she shook her head. Cheyenne stood and repeated the double-knee-drop on the left thigh. "GIVE UP!" Becky howled again and tried to sit up and grab Cheyenne, but she only got her hands slapped away. "DAMN YOU!" Cheyenne got to her feet quickly and dropped, putting a knee into each of Becky’s thighs. Pain stabbed through Becky’s thighs from the knees, but it also seared across her pelvis as her legs were forced outward in a leg-split. To make matters even worse, Cheyenne leaned forward and clamped her hands onto Becky’s breasts with twisting claw-holds. Cheyenne kept repeating her demand for Becky to give up, but the blonde refused to submit, trying weakly to pull Cheyenne’s hands from her tits or buck Cheyenne off of her legs.

Becky was taking a lot of pain, enough that Maureen was tempted to eliminate her to save her from injury. The only thing stopping her was a suspicion that Becky knew what she was doing. Cheyenne was getting really frustrated and starting to sweat from the exertion, alternating now between the breast-claws and double-fisted blows to Becky’s tight belly.

Her teammates were also getting annoyed. Roxanne hollered, "What’s taking so long? Why can’t you make the bitch give up?"

"I don’t know! Maybe she’s decided she likes pain! I’m starting to… SHIT! YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Cheyenne got back to her feet and stomped Becky in the gut a few times, obviously angry. "You’re taking all this to wear me out!" Cheyenne took two handfuls of hair and pulled Becky up to her feet, supporting the blonde to keep her up. "There’s another way to get you out of this match! HAPPY LANDINGS!" Cheyenne ran Becky toward the ropes and sent her sailing over the top. Exhausted and weak, the blonde landed heavily on her back, and Jessica, standing at ringside, ran over to get her up and in the dressing area to be looked over by Mark’s doctor friend.

That left two remaining members of the Samantha team, and to Cheyenne’s disappointment, Ricky announced, "The next wrestler is… Savage Samantha!"

Samantha stepped over the top rope and went straight at Cheyenne, who was feeling a little worried because Becky had been pretty successful in making her waste energy. Cheyenne tried to back away and dodge around the big redhead, but Sam was cutting off the ring, trying to force her into a corner. Feeling the trap closing, Cheyenne went to her best weapons, her legs, and kicked straight out into Sam’s belly, backing her up maybe one step.

Sam was 200 pounds, give or take about 5 pounds, but a lot of that weight was muscle. Sure, she had immense tits and a big, round butt, but they were firm with almost no sag at all. She fooled a lot of people who looked at her lush curves and expected them to be soft.

Cheyenne’s first kick barely fazed her, and when Cheyenne tried again, Samantha caught her foot and held it so Cheyenne was trapped hopping on one foot. But it wasn’t for very long. Samantha kicked her own leg up in between Cheyenne’s legs, lifting her a few inches off of the mat so she fell and landed on her shoulders and head. Then, Sam got a little payback for Becky by borrowing Cheyenne’s double-knee-drop, putting her 200 pounds into the stretched-out thigh muscles and sending Cheyenne into spasms.

Cheyenne flailed around wildly as Samantha’s knees dug into her thigh, and by chance, she snagged onto the nearby ropes so Maureen had to break the hold. Sam complied and thought of a good way to end this before she burned too much energy. There were still two more members of Sasha’s team on the ring apron. As she stood, she got hold of Cheyenne’s leg again and pulled her into the middle of the ring. Then, she borrowed another of Cheyenne’s torturous moves, the figure-4-leglock. As Sam locked it in and laid back into it, Cheyenne was jolted upright like she’d grabbed live current. Sam’s legs were half-again as thick as hers, and as the club champion raised her butt off of the mat to increase the pressure, Cheyenne was sure she could feel her knee tearing apart. Self-preservation won out over putting the screws to the Hellcat, and she screamed her submission.

Maureen separated them and had to drag Cheyenne over to the side of the ring for a bouncer to help her in back. Sasha wasn’t lifting a finger to help, more interested in the match than her teammate’s condition. Ricky waited until Cheyenne was out before reaching into a jar and announcing, "Looks like our next girl is Regina!" The black girl slipped through the ropes and started shuffling around in a circle as the club champion watched her.

Sam let her circle for about thirty seconds and started to cut the ring off on her, too. Regina held the same position on her team that Beth held on Sam’s, fourth out of four. Despite her "muscle-girl" build, even more toned than Becky’s, Regina rarely won unless she could get in an ambush in the beginning of the match, and Samantha wasn’t giving her that chance. So, it was a lack of a better idea that prompted Regina to try and tackle Samantha, not bravery or confidence. She should have waited for a better idea. Her tackle didn’t budge Sam, and it got turned against her immediately as Sam grabbed her in a bearhug and buried Regina’s face in her massive boobs.

Regina beat at Samantha’s arms and back with no effect as the big redhead’s smother/hug started to make her dizzy, but she was free soon enough as Sam rammed her into the corner. Gulping in air, Regina had to grab the top ropes to keep from falling on her butt, and that made it easy for Sam to hit her again, backing up a few steps and bending over to plow her shoulder into Regina’s flat stomach. The black girl might have shrugged that off with her tight abs if she’d been prepared for it, but that wasn’t the case. The small amount of air that Regina had reclaimed was blasted out again by Sam’s shoulder-block, and Regina ended up draped over Sam’s right shoulder as the redhead stood up again.

Sam walked around the ring with Regina, her ass in front so Sam could give her a few slaps and make her jump for the customers’ amusement. Stopping in the middle of the ring, Sam grabbed Regina’s legs and pulled her over and down in a "sort-of" powerbomb that left her spread-eagle on the padded mat. Samantha ran into the ropes and used the slingshot off of them to get up speed for a big full-body splash on the black wrestler.

Regina was wheezing for breath, and Sam moved up on her and looked down into her eyes. "Wanna give up?" Regina shook her head and tried vainly to buck the bigger woman off. "Your mistake" was all that Sam said as she lowered her melons over Regina’s face and shut off all access to oxygen for the trapped girl. Regina kicked and slapped for a minute and then went limp.

Samantha stood and pulled the unconscious girl up with her, scooping her off of the mat gently and holding her for a moment. Then she dropped to one knee in a backbreaker that shocked Regina back to painful consciousness. Samantha pushed down on the black girl’s chin and crotch for a few seconds to make it clear how much the hold could hurt, and then she shoved Regina to the mat and climbed over her again. "Now do you want to give up?" Regina was trying to wear down Sam the way that Becky had done it with Cheyenne and shook her head again. Sam smothered her out again, stood over her, and dropped her butt with all of her 200 pounds into Regina’s gut. Sam knew what Regina was trying to do, and she knew that she could keep doing smothers and simple drop moves all night without getting very tired. She told Regina as much. "It doesn’t cost me anything to smother you and let gravity do its job! I’ll crush you flat until you give!" She started to lower her tits over Regina’s face again, but Regina quickly gasped out her submission.

Samantha started to get up, but she was hit from behind and sprawled on her tits. Being the last girl on her team, Roxanne didn’t bother to wait for her name to be called and ran into the ring to kick Sam between the shoulder-blades. Maureen tried to back her off as she moved Regina out of the ring, but Roxanne just shouted, "Everybody knows I’m next so why should I wait?" The only girl close to Sam’s size, Roxanne had a similar big build, a few inches shorter than Sam and between 170 and 180 pounds. Like Samantha, Roxanne had bulbous breasts, a round ass, and thick legs, though she was softer than the redhead. She also had a little wrestling training in an actual wrestling school. She flunked out for being a thug and a brawler, but she had a tiny bit of insight that helped her see that she needed to keep Sam down and beat her quick.

She proceeded to do that by kicking away at Sam’s head and back until the club champion was face down and moaning from the pounding in her head. Then, she grabbed Sam’s hair in both hands and pulled her up to run her at the ropes. Roxanne wanted Sam over the top, and Sam grabbed the ropes, half inside and half outside the ring, to try to stop herself. She wasn’t eliminated if she didn’t touch the floor. Roxanne knew that too. With her hands full of Sam’s leg and loin-cloth, she was lifting with everything she could muster and throwing knee-lifts to make Sam let go of the ropes. Minutes ticked by as the two big girls struggled at the side of the ring, Sam losing ground slowly to Roxanne’s better position and leverage. Finally, Roxanne got Samantha to the point where one leg was out of the ring with most of her body and a dropkick broke her hold on the ropes. Roxanne sat on the mat and watched Sam tumble to the floor.

She wasn’t the only girl that could attack without being announced. Beth ran in as Sam fell and leaped into a dropkick of her own, hitting Roxanne between the shoulders. Roxanne, Maureen, and the entire club were shocked as little Beth got to her feet and dove onto Roxanne, locking in a sleeper-hold. The little blonde was giving up something like 60 or 70 pounds to Roxanne, but she was determined not to let her former-girlfriend down tonight and put all of her weight into hanging from Roxanne’s neck to knock her out.

Roxanne’s eyes were bugging out from the surprise and the tight hold clamped on her head, but she still had wits enough to realize that she was a minute away from the most embarrassing loss of her life if she didn’t get up and get out of this hold. Staggering to her feet slowly, she could feel herself getting dizzy as the blood-flow to her brain was interrupted. Beth responded to Roxanne’s rise by jumping on Roxanne’s back and locking her legs around the bigger blonde. Roxanne headed for the corner, spinning around at the last second and falling back on Beth to crush the smaller girl. Beth held onto her. Roxanne stumbled forward and charged backward again, putting all of her weight into Beth. Beth held the sleeper, but her legs began to slip. Roxanne crushed her again. Beth put everything into breathing and holding the sleeper, letting her legs hand down. Roxanne threw herself backward one last time and fell forward, hunching her shoulders down. Beth’s legs flew up, and she flipped over Roxanne to the padded mat on her back.

Roxanne shook her head to clear it as Beth tried to get her breath, but Roxanne was up first and angry. Losing to the club cupcake would be completely humiliating, and she’d come a lot closer than she liked. Standing over Beth, she held out her right arm and used her weight to drive the point of her elbow between Beth’s D-cups. Beth’s entire body jerked from the shot to her heart, and she couldn’t resist as Roxanne grabbed one of her beautiful tits in a crushing grip and used it to pull Beth up to her feet. Holding Beth up by her tit, Roxanne drove three rapid knee-lifts into the little blonde’s soft belly and then shoved Beth’s head between her knees. She grabbed Beth’s thong and used it to pull Beth into and inverted position, giving her a major wedgie in the process, and holding Beth around the waist, Roxanne dropped to her knees and jammed Beth’s head and neck with a piledriver.

Roxanne let her victim drop and flop on the mat for a few moments before she moved around and sat on Beth’s back. Reaching around, she grabbed Beth’s chin and yanked back hard on Beth’s neck, twisting her head to the side at the same time. Beth was groggy from the piledriver, but she felt the excruciating pain and kicked her feet weakly on the mat. Maureen moved in and asked Beth to give up, but the blonde refused. Roxanne leaned back more, getting a high-pitched squeal from Beth but no submission. Roxanne took it up another notch. She gave Beth a moment of relief, releasing the hold so she could stand over Beth and drop a knee into her back. She left the knee in place and reapplied the neck-wrench, and Beth couldn’t stand the pain but wouldn’t submit.

Beth’s release came when Maureen stopped the match. She could see that Beth was on the verge of a serious neck injury and told Ricky to call it as she grabbed Roxanne and made her break the hold. Beth tried to say that she could continue, but she couldn’t even raise her head off of the mat so that wasn’t going to fly. Roxanne celebrated her victory as Beth cried in Maureen’s arms.

"I let her down, Maureen. I blew Julia’s chances to get treated fair in her matches."

"You didn’t let her down, Beth. No one could expect you to beat Roxanne, and yet, you came pretty close to pulling a huge upset. She’ll be proud of you, and she’ll understand that you couldn’t keep going without being hurt. I wasn’t going to face her if that happened!" She helped Beth to her feet and out of the ring, being met by Sam to aid her little partner. "Julia will understand that you did your best for her."

"It wasn’t enough." Beth kept crying as they took her to Mark’s doctor.