Far From Easy

Julia looked at the house and wondered if all fraternities were like this. Her cousin Ted’s had been. Well, maybe Ted’s frat house hadn’t seemed quite so dirty, and it definitely hadn’t had such a strong smell of stale beer. This place reeked of it. These guys probably hadn’t cleaned the house in years.

The place was big and old with lots of rooms, and it was just off the campus, giving the brothers a little more freedom from the university’s rules. It was also at the end of a dead-end street, surrounded by woods, so it had a lot of privacy. This party was an example of why that was a good thing. The place was overflowing with college kids, blaring out music so loud that it all merged into a roar. Liquor and beer flowed everywhere, with party-goers ranging from just-getting-started to alcoholic coma.

Julia had walked around the house a little bit with Carla (a.k.a. Carlotta) and Maria while two bouncers from the club watched their stuff. They didn’t exactly bring a lot, some towels, some bottled water, and a few odds and ends to clean up after the match. Still, they didn’t want any drunks pawing through any of it, looking for souvenirs. In the short tour through the house, the three of them had been offered enough alcohol to float a battleship and heard about every "clever" line that the boys could come up with that had to do with wrestling. The lines went from the somewhat subtle "Would you like to wrestle me for a few falls?" to the blindingly obvious "Bet you can’t sit on my face." Carla wondered what they’d do if they knew they were trying to pick up three lesbians, but Maria pointed out that they’d probably just want to set the three of them up with some of the girls at the party and watch. Julia was really glad that they’d brought their own water. She didn’t trust any of these guys and wouldn’t put it past them to spike a drink or two.

The combination of noise, crowding, and cigarette smoke made all three girls glad to get out of the house to the backyard, the "arena" for tonight. In the middle of the rather large yard, a 20’x20’ square of grass had been covered with gym mats that most of the party-goers were avoiding, thankfully. Every now and then, a few guys, a pair of girls, or a couple would decide to "wrassle" a bit for their friends or just because they were drunk and it seemed like a good idea. So far, it didn’t look like anybody had caused any major spills on the mats that would be a problem later.

Actually, it wouldn’t be long now. Carla and Maria were going to tag team against a pair of the brothers’ girlfriends first, and then it was Julia’s turn. Julia reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of water. She looked across the mats to the opposite "corner" and saw her opponent looking back at her. She tried to smile at her, but the auburn-haired woman just turned to her friend and started talking, throwing occasional glances at Julia. Okay, she doesn’t want to be friends. I can live with that. This is just a match to me, Ginny, and you’re the one that asked for it.

Julia didn’t actually know the whole truth behind this match and how it was arranged. The frat brothers had come to the Sportsman’s Club and asked to hire the Hellcat for a special match at their party. They had received a challenge to the Hellcat via their web site from none-other than the famous team of Kim and Ginny. Ginny wanted the "upstart" to meet her for a fight, and the boys had offered their house for a location, throwing a party to celebrate the event. At least, that’s what Julia was told.

Ginny had a different story. Kim had seen the fraternity’s web site, "Frat-King’s Battling Babes Site," and seeing all of the gallery pages, she’d sent a few pics of Ginny in action. The response she got was that "saggy, old bitches" didn’t belong on this site and that Ginny should retire before someone killed her, all signed "Hellcat." Kim had been understandably been pissed off by this and fired back a choicely-worded request as to who the fuck was the Hellcat and where did this person get off saying things like that about her partner Ginny. The next day, Kim was instructed in "colorful language" to check out the "Hellcat Gallery" on the site if she wanted to see a real fighter.

Normally, Kim probably would have appreciated the beautifully-built brunette, shown applying a multitude of holds on several attractive girls in the Sportsman’s ring. In this case, all she noticed was how young Julia was and the captions placed under the pictures. One was of the Hellcat "forcing a blonde sorority pledge to strip." Another had the Hellcat "threatening to break Belle’s leg with a figure-4." A "professional" on the Internet, Kim knew that reading wasn’t necessarily believing, but after receiving those messages, she was ready to believe that the Hellcat was a cruel, stuck-up, teen bitch. Kim got Ginny and told her partner that she had an opponent for her. The challenge was sent and accepted, with the "Hellcat" telling them that the fight would be at the frat house so "my best fans can watch me slaughter the old lady." This was followed with a list of tortures that would be inflicted on the redhead.

Of course, Julia had nothing to do with any of this. The "Frat-King," a senior brother named Jerry, had basically fallen in lust with the Hellcat when he saw her destroy Megan and Angela on Sorority Night. Armed with his digital camera, he had taken loads of pictures of that match and her last two matches to post on his web site in a tribute gallery to her. Since he couldn’t hear anything in the ring, his own imagination provided the dominant-bitch personality for the captions in the gallery, and the messages to Kim and Ginny came from a fantasy plan to see the Hellcat and Ginny go at it. Unbelievably, his plan had worked. They were here and would be fighting in a best-of-three-falls match.

Before that, Maria and Carla were getting a workout with Cheryl and Missy, two stacked, blonde cheerleaders going out with Jerry’s buddies, Cliff and Nick. Carla peeled her T-shirt off over her semi-soft, volleyball-sized tits and slid off her tight shorts, revealing a black bikini that she’d worn underneath. Maria likewise had a red bikini under her miniskirt and T-shirt. Maria was about 5’6" and in good shape, with a flat belly and full breasts and hips. Carla was a tiny bit taller and heavier, not as firm as her lover. Across the mats, the cheerleaders were stripping off tiny party dresses to wrestle in lacy thongs and bras, both practically overflowing out of the lingerie. In terms of size, they were a bit shorter than Maria and Carla, but nothing major.

The mats that were being used were decent, about 2" thick and covered with a blue, rubberized material. They were "borrowed" from the school’s gym. For the tag match, a triangle was marked off with white tape in the "corners" for tagging purposes. The partner in the corner had to remain in the taped-off area. However, she could get involved in the match as long as she didn’t leave the taped area. For both matches, the rules were simple. There would be no attacks to the face and no biting. A fall was a pin, submission, or knock-out. That was it.

Julia pointed out one of the cheerleaders, the one with her hair in a ponytail. That was Cheryl, and Missy had her hair loose down her back. The Hellcat pointed out the way Cheryl was swaying slightly. "Look out for that one. It looks like she’s already wasted. Hit her in the stomach and she’ll probably puke. Since I have to use these mats after you girls, try not to let her yak all over them, huh?"

Carla burst into giggles at that, and Maria gave her a wink as she said, "If it looks like she’s gonna be sick, we’ll try to aim her at your opponent’s corner." Julia chuckled along with her friends as the Frat-King brought out an air-horn to get everyone’s attention.

He let loose a blast on the horn and called out the match. "Okay, in this corner, we have Cheryl and Missy!" The two blondes jumped up and down in their corner, Cheryl almost popping out of her bra. "In the other corner, we have Maria and Carlotta!" Maria raised her hands over her head and turned around to the crowd while Carla thrust her chest forward and took a deep breath. Eyes popped out of their sockets as Carla’s boobs seemed to expand to stupendous proportions for a few seconds before going back to merely amazing. "Whoa! Uh, the rules are no hitting each other in the face, no biting, and of course no eye-gouging. The partner not in the match can’t leave the taped area, but she can get involved if the fight moves into the corner. Everybody agree?" The girls nodded, and Maria walked to the middle of the mats to meet Cheryl.

It took a half-second for Maria to realize that Julia was dead-on about Cheryl’s condition. The two of them grabbed each other’s shoulders in the middle of the mats, and Maria almost went down immediately from Cheryl’s breath. It smelled about 200 Proof! The blonde was also just short of staggering, using her grip on Maria more to stay on her feet than try to take down the Mexican girl. Maria took a step back and turned her shoulders as she pulled Cheryl along, and the cheerleader went flying with minimal effort from the club wrestler. Cheryl landed face down on the mats and slowly turned her head from side to side, like she wasn’t sure where Maria went. Trying not to laugh, Maria stooped over and grabbed the blonde by the arm and ponytail and pulled her up.

Then she heard it. Being right next to Cheryl, Maria heard the groaning gurgle from the cheerleader and watched her face go green. "Get out of the way!" Maria grabbed Cheryl around the shoulders and ran through the crowd of gawkers, shoving a few pretty hard to clear a path. She managed to get Cheryl to some bushes at the edge of the yard seconds before the girl emptied her stomach forcefully.

Everyone just watched for a couple of minutes as Cheryl’s ass stuck up in the air with her head behind a bush, and Maria stood over her to keep the girl’s hair out of the way. Almost everyone watched. Carla ran over to her partner with a bottle of water for Cheryl, and Julia walked across the mat and grabbed Missy. As Maria and Carla cleaned up Cheryl a little and helped her with her dry-heaves, Julia checked on Missy’s condition. The other cheerleader also had flammable breath and couldn’t focus her eyes too well, as drunk as Cheryl but hiding it a bit better. Julia pulled Missy to the middle of the mats to meet Maria and Carla, who had Cheryl supported between them. In a loud voice, she announced, "This match is over! These two got themselves smashed and are way too sick for a fight!"

This got a lot boos and arguments, but the three club wrestlers ignored them and walked the cheerleaders over to the only people they knew at this party, some of the girls from Sorority Night, including Andrea and Lauren, the chapter president. Lauren didn’t mind taking charge of the two blondes; she knew them pretty well. "Bet you a million dollars their boyfriends poured drinks into them to boost their confidence for this," she said. "They aren’t exactly the gung-ho type, if you get my meaning. Crowd’s pissed that the fight’s canceled, though."

"Too bad! We can’t continue with these two. They’ll get hurt or be sick all over the place." Carla helped Missy sit and brushed some hair out of her face.

A couple of yards away, Frat-King and a few brothers were trying to come up with a way to please the party guests quickly. After a quick huddle, the King blew a blast on the air-horn to get some quiet. "We have a slight problem that Cheryl and Missy aren’t able to fight. If Maria and Carlotta agree, the frat will pay a hundred bucks each to any two girls willing to take the place of Missy and Cheryl. Is that okay?" He looked at Maria and Carla, who nodded agreement. They didn’t mind a substitution.

Now, there was murmuring through the crowd as guys tried to talk their girlfriends into it and girls tried to talk their friends into it. Two or three minutes passed before a voice called out, "We’ll do it!" The voice was followed by two girls walking out together. One was two or three inches shorter than Maria and sort of stocky, a Brazilian girl named Beatriz that played on the women’s soccer team. Her friend was a tall, lanky black girl named Faith who was a long-distance runner on the track team. The two girls were roommates and best friends and were pretty well-known on campus for jumping at any challenge. No one was too surprised to see them step out on the mats.

They both came to the party in shorts and halters which were stripped off quickly to reveal bras and panties, cream for Bea and aqua for Faith. Neither was particularly buxom or beautiful, and both had short hair to keep it from interfering in their athletics. Faith looked wiry from her running, and Bea had thick legs that looked very strong. With a word between them, Faith went to the corner and Bea motioned for Maria to lock up.

Maria took her challenge and knew immediately that this girl was going to be tough. She seemed at least as strong as Maria, and the look on her face was pure determination to win. The two struggled back and forth for a minute, trying to trip each other to the mats, and Bea was able to take the advantage by stomping her heel down on Maria’s foot. Maria reflexively raised her foot and got pushed over onto her back with Bea on top. The Brazilian went for a two-handed choke to weaken the Mexican, but Maria whipped her right knee up into the seat of Bea’s panties and knocked her off. Maria quickly rolled over to her hands and knees, but Bea came right back at her and tried to lock in a side headlock while Maria was on all fours. As Bea jumped on her, Maria managed to sit back and get her hands up to catch Bea’s arms before the headlock was locked in place.

They were stalemated for a short time with Bea trying to lock in her hold and Maria working to prevent it. Maria had the stronger arms it seemed and slowly pushed away Bea’s, and then she caught the soccer player off-guard completely by driving back an elbow into Bea’s belly. Bea’s air rushed out with a whoosh, and Maria was able to throw her over to the mats with a snap-mare. Not letting Bea get her bearings, Maria pulled her up into a sitting position and put a knee between Bea’s shoulder-blades, pulling back on her arms in a surfboard hold.

Beatriz groaned and howled as her shoulders were pulled against the joints, but Maria had all of the leverage in this position so Bea couldn’t do much about it. She tried; you had to give her that. Using her powerful legs, Bea pushed against the mats in an attempt to get to her feet, but that would take lifting Maria off of the ground, impossible for her in this position.

Maria wondered if she’d get a submission and end the match quickly, without Carla or Faith even getting into the match. Then, Carla yelled for her to look out. Maria shook herself out of her thoughts and looked around and saw Faith. Bea’s roommate was trying to help her partner and still stay within the letter of the rules. She was stretched out on the mats, using her height and long reach to tag Bea, and her feet were still in the taped area so it wasn’t a rule-break. She was almost there, too, and Bea was stretching her leg out to touch Faith’s hand.

Maria removed her knee from Bea’s back and stood, still holding the Brazilian’s arms so she could drag her backward to Carla. She had to release one of Bea’s arms to tag, and Beatriz shot up to her feet to spin into Maria with a knee to the belly. Beatriz was hoping to catch Maria off-guard during the tag, but Maria was watching her the whole time. She caught Bea’s leg and used the motion to scoop the soccer player into the air and body-slam her to the mats. Carla entered the match with a swan-dive across Bea’s stomach.

Carla tried to turn it into a pin, and the Frat-King started to count, but Beatriz was a long way from out. She used her legs to arch up off of the mats and rolled Carla off of her. Carla was up first and grabbed Bea with a headlock, walking her to the middle of the mats bent over. Bea threw some punches into Carla’s side without much effect, but Carla figured she’d put an end to the resistance with one big move. She yelled, "Try a bulldog, Honey!" and started to run, but Bea knew what was coming from watching wrestling on TV together with Faith. Using that knowledge, she used her legs to stop as she pushed Carla in the back, popping her head free and sending the big-busted Mexican running at Faith. Carla couldn’t stop and ran right into Faith’s foot when the black girl kicked her leg out at the oncoming girl’s belly.

Maria winced as Faith’s foot sank into Carla’s soft belly, and Julia covered her eyes. Carla was an okay wrestler, but she was like Jess and tended toward dangerous overconfidence. She paid for it with situations like this. According to the rules, Faith could help her partner now that Carla had blundered into their corner. Faith caught her in a front-face-lock as Carla bent over, and Bea came in with her highly-developed kicking skills to send some powerful shots into Carla’s belly from the side. Carla couldn’t do much except hang there in Faith’s hold as Bea’s kicks lifted her into the air.

Carla fell to her knees holding her aching belly, and Bea and Faith had a quick huddle to decide what to do next. Bea grabbed Carla’s legs as Faith grabbed her arms, and the two athletes picked her up in the air and threw Carla straight down into the mats. Three more times, Carla went airborne and slammed face down on the mats, and on the other side of the mats, Maria turned to Julia and mouthed the words, "We’re gonna lose." Julia nodded and mouthed a reply, "I know but what do you mean we, Chica?" Maria rolled her eyes at the brunette and stuck out her tongue.

While they were kidding each other about Carla’s defeat, the two roommates were making it happen. They rolled the dazed Mexican over on her back and raised her torso off of the mats long enough to lock in a pair of scissors-holds. Bea’s thick thighs clamped vise-like around Carla’s neck, and Faith’s long, wiry legs managed to lock in a crushing hold that squashed Carla’s immense tits into her chest. It was just a matter of time after that. Beatriz effectively closed Carla’s throat so she had no air at all. Even if she could get air through her throat, Faith’s legs were constricting her chest, and her tits were on fire as they squeezed out around the hard-muscled leg of the runner.

Maria watched as her lover kicked and slapped at the legs holding her, but as soon as Carla’s struggles faded, she ran across the mats and yelled, "You win! Let her go!" She ran right to Carla had started pulling Bea’s legs away, not getting resistance from the college girls thankfully. They wanted to win, no more, and released their holds when they heard Maria submit the match. Carla wasn’t quite out and opened her eyes when Maria sat her up and rubbed her neck a little. Maria looked at Bea and Faith and told them, "Nice match. You two make a great team." They thanked her and stood up with their hands raised in the air as the crowd applauded their victory. They had just become pretty famous on campus.

After a few minutes passed for Beatriz and Faith to celebrate and for Maria to help Carla back to their stuff, it was time for the Hellcat to face Ginny. Julia watched Ginny as she pulled off her skirt and a blouse to a dark blue thong bikini underneath. Julia hadn’t been sure what to expect, but she was pretty impressed by what she saw. Ginny had a great body! She had auburn hair that reached down to about mid-shoulder, and according to the info that Julia had gotten, she was 5’9" like Julia and only a pound or two different in weight. Her body-type was different, though. Ginny had a fuller figure with what looked like at least D-cup breasts, firm-looking, and a nicely-rounded butt. Her belly was slightly rounded, and her legs were thicker than Julia’s but very shapely.

Ginny was watching Julia strip off her shorts and T-shirt, too. She’d seen the pictures posted of the young brunette, but she had to admit that the Hellcat looked better in person. She stripped down to a "liquid-silver" bikini that showed off a magnificent body. She was leaner than Ginny, but there was more definition in her muscles, especially in her arms and legs. Her belly was as flat as a board, and she had nice, high, firm tits that looked like a C-cup. Her brunette hair was swept back in a short, attractive style, and Ginny noticed that her eyes, gray or pale blue, seemed very confident. Under her breath, she muttered, "Looks like a tough kid."

Kim heard and paused in massaging Ginny’s shoulders to warm her up. "She’s still a kid, though, and you’re my experienced fighter. Remember those messages she sent and those pictures of her. She’s used to fighting other strippers, and she’s gotten cocky because she can beat them. It’s time for you to teach her a lesson about the real thing." The sexy blonde pursed her pouty lips and gave her partner a quick kiss for luck. "Kick her ass and make her beg for forgiveness!"

Frat-King blasted his air-horn and shouted, "Time for the main event! On this side, we have the famous Ginny!" Ginny raised her arm, and Kim motioned for applause and got it. "On this side, we have the amazing Hellcat!" Julia raised her arm in the same way Ginny did and got a little bigger ovation since this was more "her crowd," as it were. "Okay ladies, the same rules apply, and the match goes to the first one to win two falls! You get two minutes rest between falls!" He gave the air-horn another blast, and the two fighters moved out into the middle of the mats, assuming that was supposed to be the signal to start.

The two of them circled for a minute, carefully scoping out the competition. Ginny came forward to lock up, but the Hellcat stepped back and to the side so she missed. The older woman tried again, and Julia dodged this lunge as well. They circled for another minute. Ginny wasn’t going to get careless and fall into any traps. She went to lock up again, but when Julia dodged, Ginny was ready and turned with her. Julia was ready, too. Ginny turned to catch the brunette’s shoulders, but she also caught a hard knee-lift into her stomach. A second knee-lift followed close behind the first, and then the Hellcat scissors-kicked her legs in the air and brought them down on the back of Ginny’s head as she bent over.

Ginny was face down on the mats, and the Hellcat dropped down straddling her back and pulling up her right arm in a nasty chicken-wing hold. The auburn-haired fighter felt her shoulder grinding in the socket as the brunette turned up the pressure, and Julia asked her, "Want to submit?"

Ginny pulled in her knees and started bucking wildly to dislodge Julia, reaching back with her left hand at the same time to grab one of the Hellcat’s legs. She managed to shift the Hellcat’s balance, and her next buck threw Julia off of her, rolling away on the mat and getting to her feet quickly. Ginny was up a split-second after Julia, rubbing her shoulder and saying, "The old lady isn’t going to roll over so easily for you, Bitch!" No sooner had she said it than she lunged forward in a low tackle, wrapping her arms around the slightly-confused Hellcat’s knees and tumbling her onto her back. Ginny moved up onto the Hellcat quickly; she’d already seen how fast this kid could move. She got into position sitting astride Julia’s thighs to immobilize the Hellcat’s legs and began hammering her fists down into the taut belly.

Julia managed to tighten up her abs to resist the blows, but Ginny could throw a mean punch. She couldn’t let Ginny continue this for long. She looked for a counter-attack and found it hanging in front of her eyes. Ginny was leaning forward to get more force behind her punches, and her D-cups were hanging in Julia’s reach. Like lightning, the Hellcat’s hands grabbed the outsides of the tits and crushed them together, sinking her fingers in deeply as she squeezed. The effect was instantaneous. Ginny’s breasts were big, beautiful, and sensitive, and the Hellcat’s strong hands were painful as Hell. She grabbed at Julia’s wrists and dug in her own nails to pry them away from her breasts. Julia took advantage of the break in the stomach-punches and started jerking her shoulders from side-to-side and pulling Ginny by her boobs. Ginny was forced to lean in farther to ease the pain in her breasts, and that gave the Hellcat a chance to arch up with her legs and dislodge the auburn-haired fighter.

They were both on their feet quickly again, massaging their respective sore spots, and this time, the Hellcat leaped into a quick attack, literally. Ginny was massaging her breasts, almost holding them up as targets with her hands, and Julia accepted the unintentional invitation by hitting Ginny in the chest with a dropkick. The Hellcat’s feet drove the erect nipples of Ginny’s breasts into her ribcage and launched the older woman backward to land hard on the mats. Up first, Julia waited and let Ginny get up again so she could nail her in the chest with another dropkick. Ginny howled as this one seemed to hit even harder into her firm tits and she got sent sprawling backward off of the mats, her bikini top slipping up and off of her boobs. She landed on her back in the grass, surrounded by college kids who hollered and cheered as her bare boobs bounced on her chest.

Julia didn’t follow Ginny off of the mats, unsure of the rules about that. So she waited for Ginny to get up, watching her slowly tug her top down over her breasts and get up holding her back. From the way she was moving, the Hellcat figured that Ginny was hurt and one more dropkick would set her up for the pin. Ginny dodged; she was playing possum. Julia hit nothing but empty air and landed flat on her back, ripe for Ginny to drop both knees into her stomach.

The Hellcat was left gasping for breath, and Ginny decided to use her tits for some poetic justice. She sat astride Julia’s lap and yanked the brunette up into a sitting position, pulling Julia’s face into her pushed up tits to smother the girl out. "Looks like my saggy, old tits are going to knock you out!" Julia felt the titflesh sealing over her mouth and nose and began to struggle, but Ginny shifted her legs around Julia’s waist to keep her in place and had both arms locked around Julia’s head. Desperately, the Hellcat balled up her right fist and used all of her strength to pound it into Ginny’s side to make her let go, hitting her over and over just below the ribs.

Maria and Carla were watching closely, surprised to see Julia in trouble, and Kim was wincing along with Ginny as each punch sank into her side. Kim wasn’t so surprised to see Ginny turn the tables on the girl, but she was amazed as the seconds ticked by and the Hellcat kept fighting. Ginny’s eyes were squeezed shut as the punches landed, but finally, Hellcat started to falter, her hands falling to the mats. Maria saw Julia’s right hand tap the mat three times and called out, "She tapped out! She gave you the fall! Let go!" She took a step onto the mats, ready to get involved if Ginny didn’t let go.

Ginny was surprised enough that she didn’t even consider keeping the hold and let the Hellcat loose to fall back on the mat, pulling in deep breaths to clear her dizziness. She hadn’t expected the kid to submit. Still, that was one fall for her, and Ginny stood with her hands raised and walked back to Kim in her corner. Maria ran over to help Julia, but the brunette was already getting up on her own, though she had her head back to make it easier to breathe. Maria led her back to her corner and gave her some water to sip and splash on her face.

Carla asked if she was okay. "I’m fine. I just screwed up and fell for a good act. She’s smart." Julia sipped a little more water. "I know now that she’s able to take some punishment and keep coming back." Julia looked at her friends. "Has she ever faced anyone from the club before? She talks like she’s got a grudge to settle for something." Maria and Carla shook their heads, as confused as Julia.

Across the mats, Kim was almost giddy at Ginny’s success in the first round, but Ginny was more sober about it. Her side was killing her and her tits were throbbing. "Kim, give me some of those ice-packs we brought. That kid knows how to hit!" Kim dug the packs out of the ice-chest they brought, and Ginny gently held them to her side and boobs.

"Bet she’s not so cocky now, little bitch! She just found out the difference between a pro and a stripper!"

"If she’s just a stripper, they’re making them tough as nails nowadays. I faked her out so she thought I was about done. She won’t fall for it twice."

"Don’t forget what she said she was going to do to you! Sitting on your face to get herself off was the nicest thing on that list! Take her down again and make her admit that you’re the better woman!"

"Hey, I plan to do just that! I’m just saying that it won’t be a piece of cake!"

The Frat-King hit the horn to signal the end of the rest period, and the two sweating fighters walked back out onto the mats. Ginny noticed that the Hellcat seemed to be breathing hard, but she wasn’t sure if it was a trick. It looked that way as the Hellcat suddenly lunged in a tackle at her midsection, which Ginny dodged and turned around by grabbing the girl around the waist. At least, she thought she was turning it around. Julia went for the tackle with two ideas in mind. If Ginny was tired, she could tackle her down to the mats. If Ginny dodged, Julia expected to be grabbed, and she kicked her legs up and wrapped them around Ginny’s head. The Hellcat twisted her body, and Ginny found herself flipped down to the mats in a tight head-scissors. That was bad, but even worse, the kid was in the perfect position to drive her elbow into the big red mark on Ginny’s left side that she’d made with her punches. Ginny was in terrible pain as the point of the Hellcat’s elbow repeatedly stabbed into the painful area.

Julia had made a weak point, and she intended to use it. Ginny was struggling to get free from the head-scissors, and the Hellcat threw her off-guard by releasing the hold. Confusion bought Julia the seconds she needed to grab an arm and a leg and lock in a bow-and-arrow hold, putting her feet into the bruised area as she bent Ginny into a "C." Julia poured on the pressure for thirty seconds or so before she asked Ginny, "NOW, do you want to give up?"

Ginny grunted a negative and then cried out as the Hellcat turned the pressure up another notch. Kim couldn’t believe this was happening. "Come on, Ginny! You can get out of this! She’s just a punk!"

Julia didn’t appreciate the comment and leaned back into the hold to really fold Ginny in half for a few seconds, getting a loud shriek from the auburn-haired fighter. Then, she surprised Ginny again by releasing the hold. Ginny curled up holding her side. She knew she was in trouble and couldn’t resist as the Hellcat grabbed a handful of auburn hair and an arm to pull Ginny to her feet. "I don’t know what your problem is with me, but I learned to wrestle from my pro-wrestler cousin and train with another former pro-wrestler. If you want to see what I can do, I’ll be glad to oblige!" Ginny didn’t get to reply as the Hellcat put her in an abdominal-stretch, and Ginny’s injured side exploded with white-hot pain as Julia twisted her torso and stretched the inflamed muscles. All she could do was let out a long scream. "Last chance, do you want to submit?"

"Yes! Yes! I submit!" Julia released the hold, and Ginny breathed a sigh of relief as she collapsed to the mats. She was sucking air in through clenched teeth as Julia held her hands up over her head and walked back to her corner. Kim ran in to her and helped her back to their corner where the ice-packs were waiting. Ginny needed them. "Oh Christ, my side is killing me! Don’t ever call her a punk again, please!"

Kim gave her partner some water and looked at her, worried about her. "What happened out there? One second, you had her, and then, BAM, you were howling as she twisted you out of shape!"

"The girl has been training with pros! She was using pro holds on me and working the injury in my side." Ginny moved the ice-pack around a little to make it more comfortable. "She wanted to know what I had against her."

"Sounds like a mind game to me. Maybe she knows a couple of holds, and she figures she can scare you by saying she’s had a lot of training. Then she tries to confuse you by acting like she didn’t start all of this." Kim pulled out another ice-pack and held it for Ginny. "You can still win this. Get her down and pound her so she can’t use this against you again. She gave up once; she’ll do it again." Ginny nodded and then the air-horn sounded for the last fall.

Ginny and the Hellcat went out to meet each other one more time. Ginny was keeping her body turned to the Hellcat to protect her side. It was bright red from her hip to about halfway up her ribs, and one good shot would put her down. Julia, of course, realized this and tried to take advantage of her speed to get around the older woman and hit her where she was weakest at the moment.

Ginny realized that she couldn’t keep the girl away from her side so she used it as bait, letting Julia get around her and slamming a side kick into Julia’s crotch as she got close enough. Ginny winced as she aggravated her side, but Julia felt her legs go weak as Ginny’s strong leg drove her heel into the Hellcat’s tender womanhood. The brunette fought to stay on her feet, but Ginny moved in and launched her right knee up between the Hellcat’s legs, keeping her left side turned away from the younger woman. Julia tried to clinch with Ginny, knowing a bearhug would work as well as a punch to the injured area. Ginny wasn’t going to let that happen, either, and managed to pull the Hellcat’s right arm behind her back in a hammerlock. Another knee rocked Julia to the core and she sank to her own knees. Ginny kicked her once between the legs and then hit her with a knee to the tits to put the Hellcat on her back. A knee-drop to the crotch curled Julia into a fetal ball.

Kim was thrilled. "That’s it Ginny! Put the little bitch out! That’ll teach her to watch what she says about you!" Ginny had a knee pressing down on Julia’s abused pussy while she folded the brunette’s legs up toward Julia’s head.

Julia wasn’t done yet. Ginny had to lean over her to apply the leg-press, and that put her in position for Julia to grab her by the sides of her jaw and drive her thumbs up into the sensitive skin under Ginny’s chin. Ginny hadn’t felt a hold like this before, and she had to admit it was painful. The Hellcat’s thumbs felt like they were coming through the floor of her mouth into her skull. She tried pressing harder on the leg-press and knee, but it only made the Hellcat press harder as well. She was forced to grab at Julia’s wrists, but she immediately regretted it as the Hellcat locked her legs around Ginny’s mid section.

Ginny’s side was in agony, but she used the pain and launched her own counter-attack, clamping her hands on Julia’s crotch in a two-handed claw. Julia’s howls of pain joined Ginny’s as her legs lost strength and threatened to give out. She needed a new attack and went back to Ginny’s tits. Ginny’s D-cups had been feeling better, but now the Hellcat released the hold on Ginny’s jaw and sank her claws into the tender bottoms of Ginny’s boobs, pulling them outward and up. Now, Ginny felt herself weakening as Julia tore at her tits and squeezed her side, and all she wanted was to get away. She released the double-claw and combined her fists into one terrific hammer-blow that broke Julia’s leg-scissors and breast-claws, and both fighters fell apart holding their aching body parts.

They were both slow getting up, both in pain, but they knew the next good move could win the match. They both stood and went for each other with punches. Ginny was able to block the Hellcat’s shot to her side and scored a hit to Julia’s crotch, slightly off-target but good enough to make her sag a little. Ginny smiled and pulled the Hellcat up for a knee to the crotch that would put her at the older woman’s mercy, but Julia played her last card, using her deepest reserves. As Ginny pulled her up, Julia got an arm between Ginny’s legs and was able to lift her a foot or so off of the mats. Before she lost control, Julia dropped to one knee and brought Ginny down across it, sending a shock through her that felt like high-voltage.

Ginny fell off of the Hellcat’s knee hugging her side and unable to move. Julia forced her up into a sitting position and locked in a sleeper to end this before Ginny got another shot at her crotch. It didn’t take long before Ginny began to fade and lost consciousness, and Julia released her, letting her slump to the mats and feeling like doing the same. She raised her arm weakly in triumph as the crowd roared and then started shaking Ginny to wake her up.

Ginny came to looking up at the Hellcat and hearing the frat-guys starting a chant of "Sit on her face!" Julia started getting to her knees, and Ginny closed her eyes, ready for the worst. "Are you going to get up or what?" Ginny opened her eyes and saw the Hellcat leaning over her and holding out a hand.

"You’re not going to sit on my face?"

Julia looked at her like she was nuts. "Thanks to you, I’m not going to be rubbing my pussy against anything for at least a week! Besides, you’re good-looking and all, but I’m not into sex-shows for horny assholes! Do you want to get up or what?"

Ginny took Julia’s hand and got up on her feet with the brunette’s help. "It was a mind-game then. You sent those threats to psyche me out." Kim came up and got Ginny to lean on her. "You figured your gallery and threats would scare me."

Maria and Carla came up with water and a towel to put over Julia’s shoulders. "What the Hell are you talking about? I’ve never even seen "my" gallery. These guys made it and I could care less. As for threats, the only one I know about was that you said you wanted to beat the "upstart" when the frat hired me for tonight. You got threats?"

Kim put her hands over her eyes and said, "Yes, and they were signed Hellcat. These bastards worked me like a patsy, didn’t they?"

"So it would seem," said Ginny. "We owe you an apology. We came here thinking you were a cocky bitch that had threatened to destroy me."

"Well, at least that explains the attitude you had during the fight. Let’s get the fuck out of here, huh?" She looked around at the crowd that was still yelling for more action. "These assholes are giving me a headache.

Maria said, "Our place isn’t too far away. Follow us, and we can get you both cleaned up a little."

Kim and Ginny liked that idea. Kim and Carla collected their stuff while Maria helped Ginny and Julia out to the cars. The bouncers cleared the way. The only person that tried to stop them was the Frat-King, but Julia punched him in the mouth before he could say anything, telling him, "Take my pictures down or I’ll sue your ass! I don’t like being used, and I never gave you permission to put my pictures on your web site!" As they walked away, he looked ready to cry, not that any of them would have cared.