Easy Transition?

Julia was in her bed, propped up on pillows watching TV and sipping juice. Her pussy was still aching, red, and swollen from the previous night’s match with Ginny, and when one of her kids was hurt or sick, Aunt Kay had a black belt in TLC. Her universal prescription was bed rest and room service, and in this case, she’d run out for some pain-relieving cream to ease the swelling and discomfort. Right now, Julia could hear Aunt Kay working in the kitchen and could picture her making soup or cookies or some other "comfort food" to make Julia feel better.

It was downright coddling, but Kay didn’t get much chance to baby her kids. Her son Ted was wrestling professionally in Japan and had always been a strong, healthy athlete. Her niece Julia was cut from the same cloth. The last thing she wanted was to make them dependent on her, but she still cherished these rare opportunities to spoil them a little.

Julia was content to lay back and enjoy it. Aunt Kay tapped on the door and stuck her head inside. "Feel up to some visitors? The girls and your friend Maureen are here."

"They are? Great! I want to hear how the matches went last night at the club."

Aunt Kay walked into the room followed by Maureen, Becky, Beth, and Jess. Maureen caught herself looking back and forth between Julia and Kay, surprised by the close resemblance. Kay was Julia’s mother’s sister, but the two looked so much alike that Maureen would have called them mother and daughter easily. The biggest differences were the obvious 25-year age-difference and the fact that Kay had her hair in long braid instead of a short style like Julia’s hair.

Julia’s eyes homed in on one thing. "Becky! What happened to your legs?" The blonde was wearing a skirt that came to just above her knees, but when she sat, Julia’s sharp eyes caught the bruises all over her friend’s inner thighs.

Maureen spoke for Becky. "That’s part of why we came, Julia. There’s been a change at the club."

"Did some new girl do that?" Julia looked on the verge of jumping out of bed.

"No, there is no new girl. Give me a moment to explain." Kay sat on the bed and put her hand on Julia’s shoulder to get her to calm down. Maureen gave her a slight nod of thanks. "The change at the club has to do with you. Because you weren’t there last night, some of the girls were able to get up the guts to complain about the fact that they can’t compete with you in the ring. They wanted Mark to change the rules for you and make you fight two or three girls at a time in all of your matches. Your friends came to your defense, of course, and argued against it. Before it was over, the fact that I can’t beat you either came out, but the handicap for you was eased off to facing tag teams, like you have in your last few matches, or special opponents, like Ginny last night. I was mostly responsible for that, and I said it for two reasons. One, I thought it would satisfy everyone, and two, I figured it would be the only way you’d get any competition."

"This isn’t telling me why Becky’s legs look like they were beaten with a baseball bat."

"Okay, I’m getting to that. Mark didn’t know what to do. On one side, he had Sasha and her cronies looking to put serious handicaps on you, and on the other side, Becky, Beth, and Jessica were arguing that it was unfair to single you out that way. Most of the other girls were there too, and they were up in the air about what they wanted. Then, Samantha made a suggestion, an elimination match to decide the argument. Since Sasha had Regina, Cheyenne, and Roxanne on her side, Samantha offered to join the girls against them. They did their best for you. Jess did well but got eliminated by Sasha. Becky went in and got rid of Sasha, but Cheyenne came in next and gave her those bruises. Samantha came in next and got rid of Cheyenne and Regina, but Roxanne jumped her from behind and eliminated her. Then it was Beth and Roxanne, and Beth almost got her with a sleeper-hold. She couldn’t keep it though, and I made her submit when Roxanne had her in a nasty neck-hold. They lost the match. You’re only going to get handicap matches against tag teams from now on."

Julia looked at Maureen, then Becky, then Jess, and finally Beth. Beth was tearing up a little and said, "I’m sorry, Julia! I tried to hold her but I couldn’t! And I couldn’t hold out!"

Julia shook her head. "It’s not your fault. Roxanne’s too big for you. She didn’t hurt you, did she?" Beth shook her head. "Good. Could you give me a minute with Aunt Kay?" A little confused, they got up and walked out into the hall.

"Girls? Julia took that very calmly. I haven’t known her long enough to know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Which is it?"

They looked at each other and Becky spoke. "Well, she always talks to Kay when she needs to make a big decision. It’s not a good or bad situation, unless you don’t like the decision she makes. What she’s deciding is something I can’t guess." Becky looked at Maureen. "Do you think she’ll quit the club now that she’s being singled-out like this?"

Maureen didn’t get a chance to answer, not that she had an answer, because Kay came out of the room at that moment. "All done talking. Why don’t you girls go in and tell Julia the details of your match last night. I can tell that she’s curious." The girls filed into the room, but Kay put a hand on Maureen’s arm. "Would you care for a cup of coffee or something? We could go out to the kitchen while the girls talk." Maureen recognized the request to speak privately and nodded, following Kay out to the kitchen. Kay waved her into a seat at the kitchen table and started the coffee-maker. While it brewed, she sat across from Maureen and came straight to the point. "Can you really get Julia into a professional wrestling company?"

"She finally wants to try it?"

"Yes, and before you ask, it’s not because of the handicap matches at the club. It’s for the girls." Kay saw the confusion in Maureen’s expression. "I have two kids. One is my own, Ted, and the other was born to my sister, Julia. They are unbelievably similar. They were good students, not great but good. They are both healthy and athletic and strong. They both stayed out of trouble except for one occasion each when they were suspended from school. In both cases, they were suspended for beating the snot out of a bully or two, Ted protecting some of his friends and Julia protecting Jess and Beth. They are both very good at protecting their friends." The pot was done and Kay stood and got it, bringing it back with some mugs, sugar, and half-and-half. She poured the coffee, and they both fixed theirs to their liking. "Julia’s friends got in a fight on her behalf. One’s got a lot of bruises, and another apparently could have had her neck injured. She doesn’t want that to happen again. You may think that she’s been against your offer, but she would’ve loved to accept it. She thought it was better to stay at the club and keep her friends safe." Kay sipped some coffee and looked at Maureen. "Do you really believe that Julia can handle professional wrestling and that you can connect her with someone? This is my little girl."

Maureen let what Kay said sink in for a moment before answering. It explained a lot about the few girls that Julia had really knocked around the ring. In every case, they had given one of her friends a bad time. She looked at Kay. "My turn to tell a story. I wrestled professionally for the better part of… 16 years. I started about a year after my own daughter was born. I retired about a year ago when I went into a slump and got kicked around by some much younger girls. I just got the feeling that someone was trying to tell me something." Maureen paused and thought about how to say the next part. "I have a friend, Liz Claremont. She used to wrestle, and then she took over the front office. She owns and runs Amazon Championship Wrestling. They aren’t huge, but they are pretty big and have a weekly show on cable. Liz has been trying to get me to wrestle for her for years. Before I retired, I said no because I didn’t want to risk a good friendship over work. After I retired, well, she still asks me to work for her company. I’m sure Liz would love Julia, especially with my recommendation and the fact that Julia can pin my shoulders any time that she wants. I think Julia is as good as I was in my prime, and she’ll only get better. If Julia is sure, I’ll call Liz and set up a meeting."

Kay nodded. "Give her a call, please. Julia is ready to move up."

Maureen sat at a table and watched the restaurant’s door, so she practically jumped out of her skin when someone grabbed her shoulders and hissed, "Gotcha!" She spun around and saw Liz, strawberry-blonde hair, laugh-lines, and all. "Damn it, Liz! You know I hate it when you do that!"

Liz Claremont was on the verge of 50 and had about 100 years to go if you asked her doctor. She kept herself in good shape and active, and she loved to laugh and play jokes. She claimed it kept her young. "You know I’ll never quit, Maureen. They’ll hear me laughing as they shovel the dirt on my coffin."

"I’ll warn the mortician." Maureen broke into a smile and shared a hug and a kiss with her friend.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this lunch?"

"I want to know if you have any room on your roster."

Liz’s eyes widened and her smile did the same. "Yes! You’ve finally realized that you’re too young for this retirement crap, and you’re going to take me up on my job offer."

"Sorry, it’s not for me. I have an 18-year-old girl that I know you’ll love."

"18? You aren’t telling me that you want me to put my little Bree in my ring?" Liz looked skeptical.

"No, I don’t mean Bree, either. As much as my daughter would love the chance, she’d last all of three seconds against anyone on your roster. There’s a girl at the club. She’s 5’9", 135 to 140 pounds, and absolutely gorgeous. Fit, strong, and a great fighter."

The skeptical look hadn’t gone away. "You mean one of the strippers? I know looks help sell tickets Maureen, but I don’t think…"

"Liz, please." Maureen said it in such a way that Liz had to look at her. "First, she doesn’t strip. She does wrestle topless, but that’s the "uniform" at the club. Don’t hold it against her. Second, this is me. I spar with this girl once or twice a week, and I’m telling you honestly that she beats me every time. She’s proficient in holds that you and I never got right when we wrestled. You keep offering me a job. Give it to her because she’s better than I am."

"She beats you every time? Don’t kid a kidder. How can any 18-year-old beat you every time? And what’s her name, just so I know?"

"Her name is Julia Dawson, and they call her the Hellcat at the club. She doesn’t exactly love the name, but she’s gotten used to using it when she wrestles. She was raised by her aunt and has a cousin named Ted who wrestles professionally in Japan. He taught her all of his moves, and she’s a natural at using them. Every time I spar with her, I get a lesson in holds and throws because she uses something different whenever we wrestle." The waiter walked up, and they gave him their orders. He came back quickly with a glass of wine for each of them. When he left again, Maureen took a sip of her wine and continued. "Liz, I’ve been trying to get this girl to agree to try out for you for almost two months, but she’s been turning me down because she wanted to stay at the club and watch over her friends. She liked the idea of going pro, but she’s the protective type and couldn’t leave her friends. Now though, her friends are becoming targets because nobody can get at Julia directly. She’s ready to go out on her own so they won’t be in the line of fire. Liz, this girl is a find!"

Claremont sipped her own wine and mulled Maureen’s words over in her head. Maureen wasn’t the kind of person prone to exaggeration. This Julia must be something special. "I have two openings right now. One of them is going to be filled this afternoon by a girl named Ilyana Markov. She’s young and built like a brickhouse. She may not be the best I’ve ever seen in the ring, but she loves the action more than breathing. She’s signing the contract in my office at 3:00. The other spot isn’t filled, but I do have a prospect for it. I’m not excited about her. She’s only a tanker with mediocre skills, calls herself Terrible Tanya, but she’s a cousin or something to Lucy. Lucy brought her to my attention."

Maureen knew Lucy was Lucy Walker, a.k.a. Luscious Lucy, a 53-year-old wrestler who had been wrestling her whole life and knew nothing else. Liz kept her on the roster because her experience and underhanded moves made her a great veteran heel. "Are you telling me that you don’t have a place for Julia?"

Liz thought about it. "No, I’m thinking that, if your girl is willing, I’d like to have them compete for the spot. If Julia is as good as you say, she’ll win and I can tell Lucy that her cousin or whatever will have to wait and work on her skills. I’m just not sure where and when."

Maureen leaned back and held up her wineglass. "Hell, I can provide those."

A week later, Kay, Maureen, and Liz were sharing another table, this one at ringside in the Sportsman’s Club. The place was completely packed. When Maureen had gone to Mark about setting up Julia’s try-out, he had immediately started advertising it and a few special prelim matches.

The very first match was of special interest to Maureen and Liz, almost as much as the Hellcat’s match with "Terrible Tanya." Maureen’s daughter Bree, to whom Liz was an "aunt," was a part of a little group of 7-8 women who wrestled at her gym. Once or twice a month, they met and had matches, and when she heard about tonight and Aunt Liz being present, Bree begged and pleaded to be a part of it. She even arranged her own opponent, the "champion" of her little group. Her name was Gloria, and she loved the idea of a match with a big audience.

The second match was to settle the feud that had sprung up between Maria and Raven. In the week between the frat party and tonight, Raven had managed to get Carlotta (Carla) in a match and had really worked over Maria’s lover. She’d taken special pride in singling out Carla’s huge breasts and beating them like punching bags. Maria had run in breathing fire and into a trap, like the one that started the feud. Raven had suckered her into a crotch-shot and torn into the Mexican until Maureen had been forced to pull her off. Tonight, they were fighting a grudge match to settle things, submission only, and the loser had to stay away from the club for a month.

After that, Samantha was defending her club title against Roxanne. As a result of eliminating Samantha, Roxanne was sure it was her time to take the title from the big redhead. For her part, Samantha was eager to pay Roxanne back for the attack from behind and head-stomping that she’d received from the hefty blonde in the elimination match. Their match would be followed by Julia’s.

Maureen was getting to watch all of this because Liz had asked one of her own referees to take Maureen’s place. Leon, that was his name, agreed because he was somewhat new with the company and wanted to make a good impression. Getting to spend the evening up-close to topless women struggling in a ring didn’t hurt, either.

Maureen had gone in back earlier to check on Bree and Julia and was glad to see them both ready and in good spirits. She wasn’t particularly thrilled by Bree’s decision to wear the usual fighting attire of the club, panties and no top, but her daughter was 18 and had a stubborn streak that was even bigger than Maureen’s, so Maureen didn’t bother trying to talk her out of it. On the positive side, Becky, Beth, and the others had brought Bree into their little group so she had a lot of support.

Julia was a stand-out in her wrestling attire, suitable for a professional match. It was a gift from Aunt Kay, with a little advice from Maureen. At the time, Maureen watched her trying to help Maria calm down. The sexy Mexican was all worked up for her match, still angry about Raven’s attack on Carla. Finally, Julia caught Maria’s arm and spun her around, wrapping her arms around Maria’s head in a sleeper. Totally surprised, Maria managed to stammer out "Why?," and Julia gave her the straight answer. "If you don’t calm down, you’re going to get cunt-busted and beat on tonight, like the other times Raven got the better of you! You’ve got a choice! Calm yourself, or I’m going to make you sleep until your match!"

The other girls had watched, wide-eyed, and were completely shocked when Maria said, "Thanks, Julia." Maria closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, and Julia released the hold on her. Maria turned and gave Julia a hug, saying, "I needed a reality check." Julia nodded and slipped away, letting Maria take a seat to work on her strategy with Carla while she went over to Samantha and started talking. Maureen slipped back out to the table, confident that the girls didn’t need any advice or help.

"Okay folks, it’s time to get ROWDY! The Sportsman’s Club has got the most amazing wrestling card that we have ever put together tonight, and you are at ground zero for the explosive action! The first match is a special match putting two girls from a gym club in our ring for the first time! Coming out first is the gym’s champion, Gloria!" Gloria walked out to a small ovation, consisting mostly of the other girls from her club and their husbands or boyfriends. A bleached blonde with short hair, she had on a blue "tankini," a modest two-piece swimsuit with a tank top instead of a bra and matching boy-leg briefs. She was in her late thirties and not the type that the Sportsman’s Club usually put in the ring. Instead of the usual hourglass figure, Gloria was shaped more like a pear. Her chest and waist were average with small breasts and thin arms, but her hips and butt were very wide. Her legs were thick, also. She climbed into the ring and leaned on the ropes with a cocky grin, appearing very unconcerned about this match. "Her opponent is a gorgeous little package named Bree!" Bree ran out wearing a pair of pink bikini panties and a smile, her large breasts bouncing wildly. To the girls of the club, Bree looked like a cross between Beth and Maureen. She had her mother’s reddish-brown hair to her shoulders and Maureen’s creamy-white complexion. Her body was Beth’s, or almost. She had lush curves and a perfect ass and breasts that were just a bit smaller than Beth’s round D-cups. She shot out to the ring with the club applauding loudly, the members of the gym club being the notably silent exceptions.

Liz looked at Bree and Gloria, noting the big difference in sizes. Bree was tiny compared to Gloria, easily 6 inches shorter and certainly 30 pounds lighter, minimum. "Bree picked THAT woman for an opponent? She looks like she could break Bree in half!"

Maureen was thinking the same thing. "Bree was supposed to be wrestling her at their next meeting anyway." Maureen looked over at the group from the gym. All of the women looked at least in their late twenties or older, and they all seemed to be more of the slightly-heavy-working-to-keep-it-in-check type, much bigger than her lovely young daughter. "I’m starting to understand why Bree comes home from those meetings limping and/or bruised. She never mentioned much about the rest of the group."

As Maureen was speaking, the match began, and both fighters met in the middle of the ring with Gloria easily forcing Bree back into the ropes. Slapping Bree’s arms away, Gloria shoved Bree back over the ropes with her left hand to Bree’s chin, and she brought her right hand in with a stinging slap to the breasts that echoed off of the walls. Bree howled at the sharp pain in her boobs and leaned forward with her arms covering them as Gloria backed off a step with a wicked smile. Bree just looked shocked as though she never expected that sort of tactic in the match. Her shock redoubled when Gloria’s next attack was a vicious kick to the crotch of Bree’s pink panties once, twice, three times. Bree’s knees buckled and she began to fall to her knees. Before she hit the mat, Gloria moved in and caught her by the throat with both hands. The referee moved in to give a few warnings for the crotch kicks and the choke, but before he could get more than two words out, Gloria had scooped up the teen and thrown her over the top rope to the padded floor.

The bleached blonde strutted around the ring a little with her hands in the air, ignoring the referee’s complaints about her tactics, while outside the ring, the teen was on the ground trying to massage the pain out of her aching crotch and back. Bree was still trying to get it together when Gloria went outside the ring after her and pulled her up to her feet with a handful of hair. Bree was thrown so her back hit the ring apron, and Gloria went to town on her belly, pounding away at Bree’s unprotected midsection. Bree could only grunt loudly as the fists drove into her stomach, and it was almost a relief when Gloria stopped punching and pulled her into a tight side headlock. Using her remaining breath, Bree squeaked out, "This… isn’t how… we…"

"This isn’t the way we usually wrestle? Is that what you’re trying to say?" Gloria hissed the words at the teen so only Bree could hear. "This is how we all WANT to deal with you, you stupid little bitch! We had a nice little club with friendly competition, and we entertained our men with our matches. Then, we had to let a little bimbo join because the gym manager made us and had our guys drooling over your tits and ass! The rest of the girls agreed that I should use this opportunity you gave me to fuck you up and convince you to stay the fuck away from us!" To punctuate the statement, Gloria got a running start and drove Bree’s head into the padded ring post. The post had almost two inches of foam rubber on it, but Bree could testify to how painful it was to be bounced off of it.

In the ring, Leon was yelling for Gloria to bring the match back inside or he would put an end to it. Reluctantly, Gloria complied because she had a lot more punishment to dish out. She grabbed the back of Bree’s panties and a handful of hair and used them to throw Bree back in under the ropes, giving Bree a nasty wedgie in the process.

As Gloria climbed back in after her, Bree was curled up on the mat and trying not to cry. She loved the wrestling club and looked forward to the matches, despite the fact that she lost all of the time. It never occurred to her that the others hated her like this!

Gloria was determined to hammer that point home. She shoved Bree onto her back with a foot and commenced stomping away at the teen without mercy, repeatedly crushing her breasts, belly, and pussy. Bree’s only response to the pounding was the grunting and screaming that the pain drove out of her. After at least two dozen stomps had done their damage, Bree was almost limp and gasping for air, and Gloria gave the teen a sadistic grin and shifted from stomping her to standing on the girl’s windpipe! The bleached blonde placed her right foot on the girl’s throat and leaned on it, getting a desperate reaction from Bree. The little girl’s feet started kicking wildly as she clawed at Gloria’s ankle with the last of her strength.

Bree wasn’t the only person trying to stop the blatant choke. The customers and referee weren’t happy, either. The audience had started booing when Gloria was stomping Bree’s body and they’d gotten louder and louder since. The referee didn’t bother with a warning this time and went directly into a count for Gloria to break the foot-choke. Gloria pushed it to the limit, putting all of her weight on the choke until Leon reached "9" before she pulled her foot away. She turned and started bitching him out as Bree choked and convulsed at her feet, unable to do anything more strenuous than massage her throat.

"Why don’t you back off, asshole? She can submit any time she wants, so why don’t you quit interfering and let me at least get some exercise if I’m not getting any competition!"

"Listen, this is supposed to be a wrestling match, and if I see anymore chokes or cheap shots, I’m ending it immediately!"

"Fine! You won’t see anything you don’t like!" Gloria turned her back on the ref and dropped her knee to Bree’s forehead, making her legs and torso kick into the air. Getting back to her feet, Gloria used her size and weight to crush her helpless foe, dropping elbows and knees to just about every part of her body. The only thing she avoided was Bree’s crotch, to avoid a disqualification.

Leon wasn’t quite sure what to do. He had two orders from Liz for this match, follow the rules and don’t let Bree get hurt. Right now, those rules were at odds, because Gloria was legally pulping the teen. After a few seconds and an elbow to Bree’s right breast, he decided to err on the side of Bree’s health and pulled Gloria away, telling her, "That’s enough! You beat her! She’s not even moving!"

Gloria shoved him away and said, "She’s conscious, isn’t she?" That was somewhat true. Bree was still on the edge, not quite out. "Then, as long as I’m not breaking any rules, what’s your problem?"

"I’m not watching you put her in the hospital! End the match, or I’ll call for the bell!"

Gloria glared at Leon, and suddenly, she turned and ran at the ropes. She bounced off of them and yelled, "Big finish, asshole!" A moment before reaching Bree’s prone form, Gloria leaped into the air and came down with both knees on Bree’s chest. Bree’s legs kicked up and seemed to stiffen in the air before they dropped limply to the mat. Leon called the end of the match instantly and pulled Gloria off of the unconscious teen, signaling for some bouncers to come over quickly and carry Bree out.

Maureen hopped up and ran in back to check on her daughter. Gloria noticed and decided to call it a night. Her friends had her clothes, and she could walk out to the car in her swimsuit. Surrounded by her friends, she left the club before Maureen or anyone else could even the score for Bree. She didn’t want anyone ruining a great evening.

In the few minutes between matches, Kay turned to Liz and told her, "I hope your niece is okay back there. I can’t believe she was beaten like that by one of her own friends."

"Thanks, but Bree isn’t my niece. I’ve known Maureen and Bree forever so I get to be her "aunt," but we’re not related. As for that bitch being Bree’s friend, I’ve seen pitbulls that were friendlier than her. Hopefully, Maureen will be able to explain this when she comes back."

Their conversation stopped there because the crowd got too noisy to speak. Raven had just been announced, and she walked to the ring scowling and wearing a black leather thong. As always, her tattoos and straight black hair stood out against her pale white skin. She slipped into the ring under the bottom rope and prowled back and forth in the ring like a jungle cat in a cage.

The DJ announced her opponent. "She’s facing that magnificent Mexican, Maria!" Maria came out to the ring, walking slowly and purposefully with her eyes locked on Raven. Her brown skin shone in the lights with a thin sheen of body oil, and she looked as fit and beautiful as ever in her red panties. She climbed into the ring and began a slow circle with Raven mirroring her on the opposite side of the ring. They kept watching each other as the DJ continued. "Ladies, you both agreed that this was no rules and no interference until one of you gives up, and the loser will be banned from the club for a month. Do you still agree?" They both nodded. "Referee, you okay with standing around and waiting for a submission?" Leon nodded. "Okay, ladies, kill each other!"

They didn’t need any more encouragement than that. They crashed together in the center of the ring, growling and going for each other’s hair. Raven snapped her knee up toward Maria’s crotch but only hit her thigh, and Maria did something that she’d never done in a match before, hauled back her fist and drove it right into Raven’s nose with a loud crack. The customers gasped as Raven stumbled back with her hands over her face, and Maria went after her and slammed an uppercut into the junction of Raven’s thighs. As Raven’s hands went from her nose to her crotch, everyone saw that Raven’s nose was trickling blood from one of the nostrils.

The trickle increased to a stream in seconds when Maria slammed a head-butt into Raven’s nose. Raven was trying to get her feet under her to fight back, but Maria slammed a left-right combination into her small breasts, driving the Goth chick into the corner. Raven was trapped and received shot after shot into her tits and belly as the angry Mexican vented her pent-up rage with her fists. Raven tried to hunch forward and bring in her arms to cover up, but Maria responded with another knee to her crotch and a straight left into Raven’s bloody nose. There was another loud crack, and Raven had to scream because now her nose was well and truly broken. Blood poured out and covered the lower half of her face.

Breaking Raven’s nose seemed to signal something to Maria. She stepped back with her fists up in front of her and glared at Raven, who huddled whimpering in the corner and held one hand over her broken nose. "Had enough, puta? All you have to do is beg, and I’ll stop breaking your face!" Raven mumbled something through her hand. "What was that? You begging, bitch?" The entire club waited for Raven’s answer.

Her answer was a quick wave of her arm, throwing blood from her nose into Maria’s eyes! The salty blood stung and blinded the Mexican and made her stagger back as she tried to wipe the blood from her eyes. Raven, looking fiendish with the blood from her face dripping down onto her chest, took one step out of the corner and drove her foot up between Maria’s legs hard enough to raise the Mexican up on her toes before she fell to her knees. Breathing through clenched teeth, Maria managed to clear her vision enough to glimpse Raven’s knee before it exploded into her mouth. The knee-shot lifted Maria up and back so she fell onto her back with bleeding, split lips. They split and bled more when she screamed a second later from having Raven’s heel driven into her pussy and ground into it.

Raven stood over Maria, grinding her right heel on Maria’s crotch, and hissed, "You broke by node, bitch! You godda suffa now!" Raven jumped off on her right foot, putting all of her weight on Maria’s pussy, and dropped her knees onto Maria’s breasts, making the C-cups squeeze out around Raven’s kneecaps. Shifting her legs outward, Raven pinned Maria’s arms as she sat on Maria’s tits and rained punches down at the Mexican’s face, battering her mercilessly.

Maureen got back to the table about now, looking concerned, and then she looked into the ring and was absolutely shocked. "Jesus Christ! What the fuck are they doing to each other?"

Liz answered, "They seem determined to rip each other’s faces off. How’s Bree?"

Maureen tore her eyes away from the ring and said, "Well, she’s gonna be sore as Hell for days and have a bunch of bruises, but that’s not the bad part. She’s sobbing her eyes out! That bitch told her that the other girls in the club voted for Gloria to trash Bree and warn her not to come back. She’s heartbroken!" Maureen slammed her fist down on the table, in time with a scream from Maria in the ring. Raven had shifted down slightly and was punching the Mexican’s boobs and grinding her knuckles into the nipples. "I came back out because Bree was embarrassed to be crying in front of me. Beth was holding her and letting her cry it out."

Kay put a hand on Maureen’s arm. "Beth is great for that. I’ve known her for years, and she always seems to be the key ingredient in making someone feel better. Hell, I’ve cried on her shoulder once or twice."

Liz looked away from the beating taking place in the ring, where Raven slid down Maria’s body to drive punches into her crotch. Maria was only twitching now as each blow landed. "I’ll have to meet this Beth, but right now, tell me why these two are killing each other, Maureen. I thought this place frowned on the girls marking each other up like this."

Maureen looked at Raven, blood drying on her face and chest and smiling as she hammered Maria’s pussy. Maria’s face and tits were painful to look at, the face bloody and swollen and the tits red and raw. "They’ve never really liked each other, but I never realized that they started hating each other like this. They’ve been humiliating each other lately, and if I think about it, I suppose I could say they both have the most pride of the club’s girls. I think they want to beat some respect and fear into each other." Maureen winced as Raven shoved her hand into Maria’s red panties, and Maria began to jerk around on the mat uncontrollably. It was obvious that Raven was mauling her pussy, and Maria was just about helpless to stop it.

When Raven pulled her talons out of Maria’s panties, the Mexican’s chest was shaking, crying in pain. Raven had a sadistic grin on her face as she looked at her nails, blood covering the black polish. She held it up so everyone could see as she walked around Maria’s body and gave her a few kicks for good measure. Then she went to the side of the ring near the DJ and held out the bloody hand. "Gimme a mike!" Ricky, the DJ, threw her the radio mike, and she carried it back over to Maria. Speaking into the mike, Raven said, "Okay Bitch! Beg me to led you go!" Raven leaned over Maria and held the mike to her. Maria spat a blob of pink phlegm at Raven. No words were needed. She paid for it by having her own nose broken when Raven slammed the mike into her face. "You bust lige pain, Bitch!" Raven threw aside the mike and grabbed Maria’s hair with both hands to drag her up to her feet.

It wasn’t easy. Maria was in so much pain between her legs that she couldn’t stand on her own. Raven had to hold her up, keeping close to her, close enough to slam yet another shot into Maria’s crotch with her knee and to bite her broken nose. Maria whined through the agony and tried to fight back with some punches that had next-to-nothing behind them. Raven turned her around so she was hanging over the top rope with her head outside the ring, and then she grabbed Maria’s feet and up-ended her so she fell to the floor head first. Maria hit and tumbled over onto her back, conscious but not moving.

Raven looked triumphant as she climbed out of the ring to go after her victim. Even with a broken nose and sore crotch of her own, the "vampire-chick" was in great shape in comparison to Maria. She pulled the Mexican up and threw her across a table face-down in front of two older men, getting a squeal from Maria as her raw tits were slammed into the table-top. Smiling through the dried blood around her mouth, Raven peeled Maria’s panties off and twirled them on her finger. She looked at one of the men and pointed at his tie. "Trade da panties for da tie?" He looked confused for a second then frantically pulled off his tie and held it out to Raven. She took it and tucked Maria’s panties into the neck of his shirt. The ends of the tie were quickly wrapped around Raven’s hands, and then the tie went around Maria’s neck to strangle her. Maria’s eyes, half-swollen shut already, squeezed closed as her left hand clawed at the silk around her throat, and Raven kneeled in front of her and said, "Wad to beg now, Bitch?"

It would be hard to say if Raven or the customers were more surprised when Maria’s right hand came around and nailed Raven in the temple with an ashtray. Raven had thrown her down on top of the ashtray, a thick, chunky, glass thing of the type that clubs like because they’re too thick to break and too ugly to steal. That first shot cracked into Raven’s head and stunned her, and two more shots followed it, knocking her to the floor. She let go of the tie as she fell.

Maria looked at Raven on the floor and pulled herself off of the table, falling to the floor and crawling over to Raven. Raven was starting to get up, but she dropped like a rock when Maria reached her and hammered her again with the ashtray. Like a madwoman, Maria climbed onto Raven’s body, and holding Raven down by the throat, she beat the thick hunk of glass against Raven’s head and face over and over until Raven stopped moving beneath her.

The club was pretty quiet as Maria crawled off of Raven’s body, dropping the ashtray and wrapping her hands in Raven’s hair. For about the next two minutes, Maria dragged Raven back along the floor to the ring and then back inside. Raven’s face was now as bad or worse than Maria’s face, cut and bleeding and swollen from the hammering it had received. No matter who won, neither of these girls would be coming back to the club for at least a week, probably much longer.

Once inside the ring, Maria slowly manhandled Raven so she was sitting against the bottom turnbuckle in a corner, and unwrapping the tie from her neck, she tied Raven’s hands to the turnbuckle behind her. Once Raven was secure, Maria pounded her. There was no technique to the punches she threw. It was a case of sitting on Raven’s legs and wild hitting to the tits and crotch, mashing the tender flesh and bringing Raven around with the pain. As soon as Raven did come around, Maria growled and dug her fingers into the pale woman’s neck, intent on crushing her windpipe.

Raven didn’t know what was happening at first, but when she realized that her hands were tied and saw Maria’s wild eyes, she got as frightened as she’d ever been in her life. There was no way out of this, and Maria was going to kill her. Raven started croaking, "I… give! I… give up!" Maria wouldn’t let go of her.

Luckily for Raven, Leon was hanging close by, praying that one of them would give up. The second he heard Raven submit, he grabbed Maria’s hands and pulled her away from Raven, not getting mush resistance in her weakened state. At first, she fought to get back at Raven, but once she understood that it was over and she’d won, Maria burst into tears and had to be carried to the dressing area, the same as Raven. The most vicious fight in the club’s history was thankfully over, and Mark vowed right then to never let another fight like this one happen.

It would be a few minutes until the next match. The ring had to be cleaned of blood from the two fighters, a first in the club. Maureen took the opportunity to go in back again to see how Bree was doing and find out the conditions of Raven and Maria.

As far as Bree was concerned, it was obvious that she was feeling much better. In fact, she was standing with Beth, Becky, and Jess and trying to comfort Carla while Mark’s doctor examined Maria. Maureen walked up and put a hand on Bree’s bare shoulder. "Feeling a little better now, Sweetheart?"

The young girl turned to her mother, her eyes a bit puffy from crying, and nodded. "Mom, I was talking to Beth, and I want to work here. Please? I’d get to wrestle even more than I did at the gym, and you’d be here, too, and… I like these girls. Please don’t say no, Mom."

Like I could say no, Maureen thought. Her daughter was 18 and could take any damned job that she pleased, but Maureen could see that Bree wanted her approval. Of course, she could also see the bruises on Bree’s breasts and belly as the girl stood there in her pink panties. "Well, at least I’ll know who you’re fighting from now on. I won’t have to worry that you’re wrestling with some bitch twice your size and out to hurt you. We’ll talk to Mark later. Wear that and he’ll hire you on the spot." Bree threw herself at her mother with a big hug, ignoring the soreness in her tits as she did it. Maureen returned the hug as gently as she could.

"Carla, knock it off!"

Maureen and Bree both turned and saw Julia standing in front of the enraged Mexican with the volleyball-sized boobs. She had her hands on Carla’s shoulders and was obviously exerting some muscle to hold her still.

"Let me go, Julia! You heard what Dr. Gordon said! That bitch broke Maria’s pubic bone!"

"Maria MAY have a CRACKED pubic bone, and Raven MAY have a concussion and a broken cheekbone. Dr. Gordon can’t say anything for sure! That’s why he’s getting Mark to have them driven to the emergency room, and you are NOT going to touch Raven without going through ME!" Julia put a little more effort into it and pushed Carla back against the wall, not hard but firmly. "They hurt each other, Carla! Don’t act nuts! If you attack Raven now, you might as well turn yourself in to the police for the night. Calm down, get control of yourself, and go to the emergency room with Maria. She’s going to need you!"

Maureen walked over and stood behind Julia. "Listen to her, Carla! Maria and Raven went out there wanting to see each other hurt, and they got what they wanted. Maria’s as much to blame as Raven. You know that as well as I do." Carla was blinking back tears but she nodded after a minute. "Get some clothes on and grab the stuff you and Maria brought tonight. Someone will help you and drive with you to the hospital." Carla nodded again and Julia let her go. Jessica ran up and offered to help gather their things and drive her to the ER. Beth had a camcorder to tape Julia’s match anyway, and Jess could see it later.

They walked away and Maureen turned to Julia. "You did that pretty well. Left on her own, she would’ve done something stupid and ended up hating herself."

"Thanks, Maureen. I’m used to being the cool head. Just ask Becky about prom night last year." Becky heard that and walked over to give Julia a playful poke in the ribs. It lightened the mood a little. Julia chuckled and looked around. "Where’s Samantha? Ricky’s going to call her out any second."

"Last minute Call of Nature. She’ll be back in a second. I’m going out with her because Sasha is going out with Roxanne." Becky brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes. "Sam probably won’t need me, but you never know with Sasha. She’s such a sneaky bitch."

Maureen took a good look at the two of them and smiled. "I just wanted to see if everything was okay back here, and it looks fine to me. I’m going to head back to my seat before Sam’s match starts."

She gave them and the other girls a short wave and walked back out to the table. The other two women looked at her. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Bree’s made friends and wants to work here. Julia’s watching everybody and making sure no one gets into trouble. She just stopped Carla from going after Raven on Maria’s behalf. Maria and Raven are being taken to the emergency room to be checked over thoroughly. Mark’s doctor thinks it’s necessary. Samantha and Roxanne will be out any minute, and they’ll each have a knockout blonde in their corners to watch their backs." Maureen paused and counted on her fingers. "That’s it. Any questions?" Liz and Kay both laughed and shook their heads.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the BIG girls to mix it up! We have a match for the Sportsman’s Club Championship! First, we bring out the challenger! Being seconded by the sexy Sasha, we have rowdy, randy Roxanne looking to take that title!" The patrons cheered loudly as the two blondes walked out to the ring, Sasha leading Roxanne. Sasha, the Nordic ash-blonde, was model-gorgeous and on full-display in her tiny gold bikini panties, soaking up the cheers like a sponge. She wanted Roxanne to win the title simply because Roxanne was her girl and had been for years. Everyone in the club knew that, if Roxanne won, it was practically the same as saying that Sasha had the championship. Right behind Sasha, Roxanne was an imposing figure, an inch under 6 feet and in the neighborhood of 180 pounds. She had blonde hair like her "boss" and tits that were roughly the size of Thanksgiving turkeys. They sagged down onto a rounded belly, and continuing downward, a pair of red satin panties struggled to contain the swell of her large pubic mound and an ass built on the same scale as her boobs. It was a body of big, ripe curves, and as she climbed into the ring, it bounced and jiggled provocatively for the customers’ enjoyment.

"Now, let’s bring out the champion! She’s got the babe-a-licious Becky for her second, and she plans on keeping that championship sash for herself! Give it up for Savage Samantha!" Samantha came out of the dressing area in her "cheetah" loin-cloth thong and the club’s symbol of the champion, a white silk sash with "CHAMPION" embroidered on it in gold thread. Her body was incredible, a 6’1" wet dream with fiery red hair. Like Roxanne, she had lush, voluptuous curves, but in her case, it was all much firmer with more muscle, making her tip the scales around 200 pounds. Her breasts had the size, shape, and firmness of ripe watermelons and fought gravity quite a bit, sagging less than her blonde opponent’s. The same could be said of her belly and buttocks, built to match those breasts but jiggling very little. Dancing around her and working up the patrons to a standing ovation, Becky was an energetic, sexy dynamo in electric-blue bikini panties. A few inches taller than Sasha, Becky was easily as gorgeous as the ash-blonde, though more of a fitness-model type with golden hair. With a smooth stomach and toned, long limbs, Becky could grace magazine spreads for swimwear or athletic gear. Sasha gave her a hard look as Becky held the ropes open for the champion and took the sash over to Ricky.

Leon called the two wrestlers to the middle of the ring, marveling at the two biggest pairs of breasts that he’d ever seen up close and personal. "Okay, you must have seen the last fight, and I’m telling you both that this fight isn’t going to be like it. Watch the chokes and forget about shots to the crotch or face. I WILL stop the match if you don’t." He gave them each a look and got nods of agreement from each of them. "Back to your corners and come out wrestling at the signal. I want your seconds standing on the floor." Leon waited until Roxanne and Sam were in their corners and Sasha and Becky were on the floor before he gave Ricky the "all-clear" to start the match.

Both of these women charged out at each other, used to overpowering smaller opponents, and collided in the middle of the ring with a slap of breasts meeting breasts. Roxy got the worst of the collision. Sam’s bigger, firmer breasts crushed hers into her chest, and with the excitement of the match, Sam’s thumb-sized nipples stabbed deeply into Roxy’s tits. Roxanne tried to ignore it and grabbed Samantha in a mutual bearhug. Their breasts squeezed out to the sides as they staggered around the ring trying to trip each other to the mat.

Sasha tried to tip the scales in Roxanne’s favor by reaching in for Samantha’s ankle. She forgot she was dealing with a professional ref, and she was an amateur cheater. Leon slipped in front of her hand with a scowl on his face. Sasha backed up and bumped into Becky, who ran over when she saw Sasha trying to interfere. Becky wrapped her arms around Sasha in a reverse-bearhug, pinning Sasha’s arms and pulling her away from the ring.

Leon spun around when there was a thud behind him and the ring shook. Sam had managed to hook one of her legs behind Roxanne’s and tripped her to the mat, landing on top. The double-impact winded the big blonde a little and gave Sam a moment to try a new attack. Moving next to Roxanne, Sam pulled her up and locked in a tight side-headlock, but she locked it around the base of Roxy’s right breast. Roxy howled as her tit ballooned up from Sam’s strong arm squeezing the Hell out of it.

Around the ring, the unique hold caused quite a stir. The customers loved the sight of Roxy’s tit being squeezed into a beachball. Becky was cheering and gave Sasha a chance to break free and run back to the ring apron to give Roxanne support.

Liz was half-laughing and said to Maureen, "Tell me you didn’t teach that move. It’s effective, granted, but not too technical."

Maureen shook her head. "It wasn’t me, but I saw Julia talking to Sam about strategy earlier. Maybe she…?"

"Oh, I’ll bet she did." Kay had a weird grin on her face. "She’s been telling me that she worked out some special moves for taking advantage of Sam’s assets if she got a title match. I’d bet she gave them to Sam as revenge for Roxanne working over Beth last week."

Sam stood and pulled Roxy up with her, dragging the hunched-over blonde around the ring by the boob. Roxanne was hitting Sam in the back and side to try and force a release of the hold, but she just wasn’t in a good position to put much into the punches. Samantha shoved her into the ropes and across of the ring. Halfway across, the champion stopped and twisted her torso, flipping Roxy to the mat by the tit. Roxanne hit and tumbled to the side of the ring, coming to a stop on her back and cradling her aching breast.

Samantha went back into the ropes and used them for a boost to run at Roxy. She leaped into the air for a full-body splash onto the blonde. She should have gone right after Roxy instead of taking the time to get more speed from the ropes. Roxanne got her feet up and into Sam’s stomach, sending her over the blonde’s body and into the ropes. Samantha had the bad luck to hit the top rope with her neck and got a slingshot back to the mat. Choking, she hit the back of her head on the padded mat and lay there trying to shake it off while Roxanne stood up, ready to dish out some punishment of her own.

Grabbing two handfuls of Sam’s hair, Roxy yanked her away from the ropes and put her feet to work kicking Sam’s tits, hitting them right in the big 4-inch areola. The club echoed with the slapping sound of Roxy’s feet sinking into the beautiful tit-flesh. Samantha was howling now from the pain in her boobs and scalp, and it got worse as Roxy used the hair-pull to get Sam on her knees. Roxy put everything into a crushing knee-shot to Sam’s left tit and knocked the redhead onto her back with pain from a throbbing breast. With Sam laid out on the mat, Roxanne jumped up and dropped a thick thigh onto her neck, making Sam kick her legs into the air. Another leg-drop hit Sam’s sore tits, and Roxy followed with a splash across the champ’s chest for a pin.

Leon slid into position and counted, "1… 2…," and Sam kicked her legs, getting a shoulder up at 2-½. Roxanne slapped the mat in anger and complained about a slow count, but Sam started to move and got Roxy’s attention.

Roxy got on her feet quickly and jumped up as high as she could with her elbow held out. She wanted to hit Samantha’s boob with as much force as possible. It was her turn for some bad timing because Sam rolled, and Roxanne landed on her elbow with all of her body’s weight. Even with the club’s padded ring, her right arm was jolted so hard that it was paralyzed with pins-and-needles from her fingers to her shoulder. Roxanne scrambled to the ropes and frantically tried to massage feeling back into her arm.

Samantha used the time to get her breath back and started getting to her feet. Sasha saw it and screamed at Roxanne to get on the champion before she could. "Damn it, Roxanne! You don’t need your arm! Just stomp the bitch like last week!"

Becky ran over and hip-checked Sasha to the floor. "Shut up, you slut! Sam! Roxy’s behind you!" Becky didn’t get a chance to say anything else because Sasha tackled her outside the ring, and now there were two fights for the customers to watch. On the floor, Sasha and Becky were rolling around pulling each other’s hair, and in the ring, Sam made good use of Becky’s warning and mule-kicked her foot into Roxanne’s soft belly.

Roxanne pitched over from the kick, and with her arm numb, she couldn’t catch herself so she fell on her face. Sam could make good use of that, too. She dove across Roxy’s shoulders and scissored Roxy’s good arm with her legs. Then, she locked her hands over Roxanne’s face and pulled her head back in a cross-face submission hold. Helpless, Roxanne kicked legs on the mat as her neck screamed with pain.

Maureen and Liz were impressed. "Nice hold. With her one good arm tied up, Roxanne’s not getting away from this one," Liz said.

Maureen was nodding and replied, "I see Julia’s hand in this one, too. Nobody’s ever used that hold around here, except for Julia in our sparring matches."

"My condolences to you. I remember being in that one once or twice. I couldn’t submit fast enough."

Roxanne felt the same way, but Leon was out of position, trying to separate Becky and Sasha. Becky had grabbed hold of Sasha’s gold bikinis and yanked them up towards Sasha’s shoulders, or at least she tried. The gold material was pulled deep inside Sasha’s womanhood and shocked her, giving Becky an easy task of rolling her onto her stomach and locking in a camel-clutch. Sasha began wailing as Becky hauled her head back and put pressure on Sasha’s neck and spine, and Leon hopped out of the ring to stop the fight outside.

By the time he pulled Becky off of Sasha, the ash-blonde had stopped caring about Roxanne’s title-shot, and she took the opportunity to bolt into the dressing room to escape Becky. Unfortunately, by this time, Sam had realized that the referee was missing and released the hold on Roxanne, going to the ropes to yell at Leon for being out of position.

Letting go of Becky, Leon slid back into the ring, and Sam turned to go after Roxanne again. She was completely surprised to find Roxanne kneeling right there, and she folded over when Roxanne took advantage of the referee’s being out of position to drive a wicked uppercut into the crotch of Sam’s thong. To Samantha, it felt like a torch had been stabbed between her legs, and there was nothing she could do to stop Roxanne from pulling her over Roxanne’s shoulder. With a grunt, Roxy stood with the bigger redhead hanging helplessly, and she managed to spin around a few times in place to make Sam dizzy. Then, she threw Sam’s legs upward so the champion tumbled off of her back and landed headfirst on the padded mat.

It looked bad for the champion as she lay at Roxy’s feet, and the challenger moved so she was standing over her head. With a cocky sneer, Roxanne lowered her ass over Sam’s face, pinning Sam’s arms and pinching the champ’s nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. Samantha bucked and kicked to be free, but the blonde was too heavy to dislodge.

Sam’s struggles faded quickly, no longer bucking and only pulling her legs in slowly, and Roxanne told Leon, "Ask her to submit! I’ve got her, and her only choice is give up or be smothered out!" To prove her superiority, Roxy let go of the nipple-pinches and upped it to a nasty pair of breast-claws, squeezing until the ample flesh oozed out between her fingers. "Submit, bitch!"

Sam made a last effort to be free, throwing her legs up into the air. If Roxy had sat back, Sam would have caught nothing and been smothered out, but Roxy was leaning into her claw-holds for more power and was caught in a head-scissors. Crossing her ankles to lock the hold, Samantha pulled her legs back down and flipped Roxanne over onto her back with ring-shaking impact.

Both of the big women were stunned on the mat and slowly got up together, lunging from their knees into a mutual bearhug as they had in the beginning of the match. If anything, it was more evenly matched now because they were both sore and tired. They shoved each other into the ropes, first Sam pushing Roxanne back over the top rope and then Roxy reversing it. Leon broke them up, and they both got a little space between them, watching carefully.

Roxanne charged, and Samantha dropped to her knees at the last second and butted her head into the blonde’s belly. The breath blew out of Roxy in a rush, and Sam shoved an arm between her legs and managed to lift Roxanne across her shoulders with a grunt. She only held the blonde for an instant before she threw herself over backward and planted Roxy into the mat with a Samoan Drop. Samantha got up to her feet and watched Roxanne roll over holding her belly.

That was what Sam needed. Sam grabbed Roxy by the hair and pulled her up to her hands and knees. Moving methodically, Samantha reached between Roxy’s legs and under the blonde, grabbing Roxy’s arm and pulling it between her legs. After she was sure that she had a good grip, Sam got her other arm around the blonde’s upper chest, took a deep breath, and lifted Roxanne off of the mat. She held the blonde for a second then pulled back and up, flipping Roxanne over and driving her into the mat with a pump-handle slam. To increase the power of it, Samantha threw herself down on top of the blonde, completely driving the air out of her lungs. It left her on top of Roxanne with the blonde’s leg hooked in a perfect pin, and Leon was right there to give Roxanne the three-count.

Leon called the match and helped Samantha up with her hand raised. Becky was right there a second later, holding the championship sash and draping it over the redhead’s shoulder. Roxanne crawled out of the ring and slipped away to the dressing room unnoticed.

Sam and Becky followed a couple of minutes later, after a brief celebration and quick pass for "victory tips." The other girls were waiting for them with congratulations, but Sam headed straight for Julia, putting her arms around the brunette. "Thanks for the pointers. She almost had me."

Julia looked over at Roxy, getting berated by Sasha, and smiled. "My pleasure. Just remember our deal." She looked over at her friends.

"Hey, you didn’t have to ask. Besides, it’s your turn to head out there, and you’ve got a tougher fight than mine. Think about that." They hugged and smiled, and Julia headed to the door to wait for her call. Samantha joined the others and thought about how lucky she was that she never faced the Hellcat herself.

Kay was watching a pair of bouncers remove the top layer of padding from the turnbuckles of the ring for Julia’s match. They couldn’t do anything about the padding for the mat, but they could make the ring a bit closer to pro standard in the corners. As she watched, she rubbed her hands on the thighs of her jeans, a nervous habit of hers.

Maureen noticed and whispered, "She’ll be fine Kay, and she has to get used to less padding in the ring anyway. Julia is a lot tougher than most people would believe."

"I know that, and I know she’s confident about this match. Even after that tough match with Ginny, she still felt confident because she knew that she had the edge in wrestling and Ginny’s edge was catfighting. They had different strengths that canceled each other out, but this is strictly wrestling." Kay rapped her knuckles on the table top. "I shouldn’t worry because she knows what she’s doing. But I keep thinking about a 6-year-old girl who lost her parents and was so afraid."

Maureen had nothing to say to that so she just squeezed Kay’s hand and kept quiet as the bouncers cleared the ring and Ricky started to announce the last match. "Time for the main event! This is a real first here at the Sportsman’s Club because this is gonna be a real pro match between two ladies looking to get a contract with a real wrestling promotion!" Ricky paused to let that sink in and then continued. "The first wrestler is from the Steel Ladies Wrestling School and weighs in at 163 pounds! She is Terrible Tanya!"

Tanya came out of Mark’s office and stomped to the ring in black wrestling tights and boots. The tights covered all of her barrel-shaped body except her arms and head. Standing about 5’5", Tanya had mousy brown hair and was simply thick-bodied in her arms, legs, and torso, and she had a scowling expression that seemed frozen in place from long use. She was absolutely disgusted to be here tonight, feeling that a strip-club’s ring was far beneath her talents. Facing a teenage opponent from the club for what she felt was her rightful position with Amazon Championship Wrestling was even worse, an unforgivable insult. They had even expected her to share the dressing room with the club’s sluts! No, she had insisted on a private space of her own, and now she was going to show Liz Claremont and all of these degenerates what she could do by crushing her opponent. Considering that she was in her mid-twenties and related to Luscious Lucy Walker, Tanya couldn’t believe that Claremont was wasting her time this way. She climbed into the ring with minor applause from the customers and went to her corner. She barely noticed the lack of ovation, noting instead the extra softness of the mat beneath her feet and thinking she’d have to hit her opponent that much harder.

"Her opponent is the pride of the Sportsman’s Club and weighs in at 136 pounds of steel and appeal! Let’s hear it for our very own Hellcat!" There was a moment of silence when Julia walked out, followed by a huge cheer. Julia was in a form-hugging one-piece that was a shiny crimson with black tiger-stripes. It was cut low in the back and showed enough cleavage to be very tempting, but it was definitely substantial enough for a pro ring. With it, Julia had red wrestling boots with "Hellcat" written on the sides. She jogged to the ring waving to the crowd and hopped inside over the top rope. Showing some ring savvy, the Hellcat played to the crowd a little without ever taking her eyes off of her opponent for more than a second. After a minute or so, she went to her corner and stretched a bit, loosening her neck and limbs for the match.

Leon called them both to the middle of the ring for final instructions, Tanya had to look up at Julia, who was 4 inches taller. "Ladies, this is a professional wrestling match, same as an ACW show. No chokes, closed fists, biting, or catfighting of any kind will be tolerated. If I see any illegal moves or the match goes into the ropes, I will call for a break, and if you refuse, I will disqualify you. Any last questions or anything?" He looked at Hellcat, who shook her head, and turned to Tanya.

The scowling brunette snorted as she looked at Julia and said bluntly, "Don’t blink or you’ll miss the match. This cheap slut won’t last more than 2 seconds!" Contemptuously, Terrible Tanya turned her back on the Hellcat and walked back to her corner. Julia’s mouth formed a thin line as she stared at Tanya’s back. Leon slipped in front of her and asked her to go to her corner. Hellcat said nothing as she complied, but again, she didn’t take her eyes off of her opponent.

At the signal to start, Julia came out moving lightly on her feet along one side of the ring, but Tanya plodded straight at her, not considering the young brunette worth taking the time to study. Two seconds later, despite her prediction, the Hellcat was still on her feet, but Terrible Tanya had a sore butt sitting on the mat as the result of a cleanly executed hip-toss. She was up instantly and after the teen again, but that earned her a sore back as she ran into a second hip-toss. Tanya was up quickly again, but this time, she was driven into the ropes by the Hellcat and whipped across the ring. Rebounding off of the far ropes, she was too dumbfounded by what was happening to react and hit the mat again when Julia flipped her with a back-body-drop.

Tanya scrambled to the ropes, snaking her left arm around the bottom one and holding her back with her right arm. Leon moved between the wrestlers to keep the Hellcat back and told Tanya to get up and continue. Tanya used the ropes to pull herself up. She wasn’t really hurt, and it said a lot for her ego that she still believed the Hellcat was nothing. Obviously, the kid was fast and managed to slip a few lucky moves past her defenses. She moved off of the ropes to her right, and the Hellcat circled in the opposite direction, looking for an opening.

At ringside, Kay and Maureen were smiling, and Liz was nodding her head. Liz hadn’t seen much yet, but Tanya was acting as expected already, like a dumb brawler. Liz watched her charge again and get stopped cold by a snap-kick to the belly. The Hellcat didn’t even put her foot back down, instead swinging it outward and around into a spinning kick that put the bigger woman on the mat for the fourth time since the match started. Not giving Tanya a moment’s rest, Julia jumped into the air and nailed her with a leg-drop across the upper chest.

Julia pulled Tanya up to her feet and went to whip her into the corner, but Tanya’s weight advantage gave her the chance to turn it around and send the Hellcat into the turnbuckles, slamming her spine into the now-thinner padding. Trying to follow up, Tanya charged in to crush the girl against the corner, but Hellcat used the top ropes to boost herself over to the ring apron. Tanya’s rather flat chest crashed into the turnbuckles, and she staggered backward out of the corner. Julia scaled the turnbuckles to the top, which made Leon start a count on her, but he barely got started before the Hellcat hit Tanya in the chest with a missile-dropkick that knocked the bigger woman halfway across the ring.

Terrible Tanya was spread-eagle on the mat, and the Hellcat fell across her for the pin. Tanya kicked out at "2," throwing Julia off of her. Liz hadn’t called her a "tanker" for nothing. The head instructor of the wrestling school had told Liz that Tanya two real talents and one was getting back up after being knocked down. It was easy to see that the instructor was right about that.

Hellcat was up quicker than Tanya and slapped a side-headlock on the bigger woman, cinching it in tight. She was really surprised to be kicked off so forcefully after that dropkick and understood now that she had to wear down her opponent before trying to end the match. She let Tanya use energy trying to push her around the ring and get free of the headlock.

Tanya was grunting like an angry rhino as she tried to throw the Hellcat off, and she was getting angrier because she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t understand that at all. Tanya knew she was bigger and had to be stronger, but she couldn’t see what the rest of the club could see, the well-developed biceps clamped onto her head. Tanya finally had to put everything into getting them both against the ropes so the referee would call for a break.

The Hellcat released the hold and Tanya took a cheap shot, sending an elbow into her ribs while she was open. She followed it with a big chop to the chest as Leon gave her a warning to get off of the ropes and then whipped Hellcat across the ring to the far ropes. When Julia came back off of the ropes, Tanya had raced after her and cut her down with a clothesline. An elbow-drop went right between Julia’s breasts, and getting back up, Tanya grabbed one of the Hellcat’s wrists to hold her in place while she stomped her boots into the teen’s ribs. This was Tanya’s second talent, hitting an opponent when she was down.

After about a half-dozen stomps, Terrible Tanya pulled the Hellcat up by the captured wrist and scooped her into the air with an arm between her legs. She paraded Julia around the ring for a moment, yelling, "No more lucky breaks for you! It’s over!" Tanya threw the Hellcat down to the mat with all she could in a huge body-slam and bounced off of the nearest ropes for a splash across the girl in red.

Instead of sulking in the office, Tanya should have watched the championship match. She might have avoided Sam’s mistake and gone straight for Julia instead of the ropes. Tanya leaped into the air and came down across Julia’s knees with her belly. She rolled off holding her aching gut, and the Hellcat was back on her feet and driving an elbow of her own to the back of Tanya’s head.

The elbow-drop put Tanya face-down on the mat, and the Hellcat grabbed Tanya’s left arm and levered it back with her knee on Tanya’s shoulder for a very nasty arm-bar. Julia just said, "Over? No, I don’t think so," and gave the arm a serious yank.

Tanya howled and starting kicking her feet against the mat. Leon moved in to check for a submission. Tanya’s eyes went wide and she screamed, "NEVER! IT’S LUCK! THAT’S ALL IT IS!" She tried to shift and throw Julia off, but another twist and pull on her arm put a stop to it. Tanya just kept kicking and wailing, but she wouldn’t submit the match.

After a minute, Julia realized it was time to change tactics and used the arm-bar to pull Tanya up, keeping her bent over forward. With a smooth movement, the Hellcat threw her right leg over Tanya’s trapped arm and hooked her foot under Tanya’s torso. She shifted and grabbed Tanya’s head under her right arm and threw herself back, pulling Tanya along for the ride with a flip that slammed the heavier girl flat on her back. The landing also put Julia in position to scissor Tanya’s arm with her feet on the big girl’s chest and pull Tanya’s arm out to the side.

Leon moved in again, but Tanya told him to get lost before he could say anything. She was completely out of her mind over this because she just could not believe that she was losing. Tanya put all of her strength into pushing herself into a sitting position, fighting Julia’s legs the whole way. When she finally got there and thought she would get free, Julia smiled at her and slammed her back down, making it clear that she let Tanya waste her strength.

She held Tanya down for another 30 seconds and released the hold, pulling Tanya up by the trapped arm again. It was nearly useless now, having been stretched and twisted for several minutes until the muscles couldn’t do much more than tremble. Julia was using it like the pro she wanted to be, sticking to the weakened limb like a bulldog. She gave the arm three sharp, downward jerks to work the shoulder even more and went into a series of arm-drags, throwing Terrible Tanya to the mat and pulling her up five times. After the fifth throw, the Hellcat pulled Tanya’s arm straight out to the side and dropped a leg across it. Then, she rolled across Tanya and tried for the pin. Tanya tried to kick out immediately and couldn’t, but she was able to stretch out a leg to the bottom rope an instant before Leon slapped his hand down the third time.

Julia was frustrated and punched the mat, but she had to back off because Tanya rolled into the ropes and then out of the ring. The black-clad wrestler was trying to massage the feeling back into her left arm. The referee ordered the Hellcat back and started counting Tanya out. Tanya was so upset about how badly she was doing that she almost didn’t notice. She rolled back into the ring with only about two seconds to spare and held onto the ropes so Leon would keep Julia away. Still refusing to accept the possibility that Julia was serious competition, Tanya was wracking her brain to figure out what she was doing wrong.

In the meantime, Hellcat was trying to get at Tanya because she knew that every second she waited was recovery time for her opponent, but Leon was holding her back. This meant his back was to Tanya, and he couldn’t see the thumb she jabbed into the Hellcat’s right eye while Julia struggled with the ref. The young brunette yelped and leaped back holding her eye. Leon spun on Tanya but she pleaded innocence so he couldn’t really do anything. Tanya pushed past him and pulled Julia forward into a front face-lock, using her right arm to reinforce her weakened left arm. Holding the Hellcat this way, Tanya was able to drive three knee-lifts into Julia’s breasts.

Julia was struggling, hitting Tanya in the lower ribs and back, and Leon checked on a hunch and found that Tanya had slipped her arm to choke the teen out. He immediately called for a break and started to count, and Tanya released the hold but slammed another knee upwards into the Hellcat’s forehead to knock her onto her back. She went straight into stomping away at Julia’s lower belly, just above her pelvis, and dropped a knee into the same spot after five or six stomps.

Julia curled up in pain, and Tanya wanted to end this quickly, going for a pin. She didn’t like the thought in her head that Claremont might not hire her because she had a hard time beating a stripper. So of course, she was enraged when Julia bridged up and broke the pin after only a count of "1." Tanya balled up her fist and slammed into the taut stomach of the teenager. That brought Leon on her case for the closed fist, but frustration was starting to get to the wrestling student. Tanya pulled Julia to her feet by the hair as she screamed at Leon, and then she threw the Hellcat out of the ring over the top rope.

Before Leon could stop her, Tanya was outside the ring after Julia, who was already getting to her feet. Thanks to the floor padding and her own skill at falling the right way, Hellcat took the fall pretty well, but she was still too slow to be up before Terrible Tanya could grab a handful of her hair and drive a knee into her gut. Hellcat folded over some, and Tanya ran her at the ring post. She went to throw Julia’s head into the post, but the girl in red got her foot up against the post and stopped her motion cold. Then, Hellcat retaliated with a elbow into Tanya’s jaw and threw her head into the post. Tanya bounced off of the foam-padded post and seemed to look at the Hellcat with a confused expression, but that only lasted a second before Julia flattened her with a stiff clothesline.

The referee was counting them both out, and Hellcat rolled into the ring to stop the count and rolled out again. She pulled Tanya to her feet and hoisted her off of the floor, spinning and slamming the heavier woman on the ring apron with authority. She shoved Tanya under the ropes back into the ring and rolled in after her. Hellcat was on her feet before Tanya could get to her hands and knees and used a handful of hair to get Tanya on her feet. The thumb to the eye and toss to the floor had been the last straws in Julia’s book, and it was time for Tanya to learn why she was called the Hellcat.

Tanya tried for another knee to the gut, but it was blocked and countered with a European uppercut that rocked the heavy woman back on her heels. Before she could reset herself, Julia whipped her into the ropes, and on the return, she used Tanya’s momentum as a boost to press the woman over her head. The patrons, who had been cheering or booing throughout the match, went nuts as the Hellcat showed just how powerful she was by holding the hefty brunette in the air for a few seconds. Then, she dropped to one knee and brought Terrible Tanya down across her hard thigh in a devastating gut-buster. Tanya flopped off of the Hellcat’s leg and curled up in a gagging ball on the mat as Julia stood over her and worked the crowd.

She only did so for a moment, though, more eager to win the match than grandstand for the customers. The match was the important thing to Julia. She grabbed Tanya’s left arm, the weakened one, and applied a hammerlock, using it to force Tanya onto her feet. The woman in black was puffing and moaning like she’d run a marathon and put up little resistance. She still couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She really couldn’t believe it when the Hellcat took a deep breath and lifted her off of the mat again, this time using the hammerlock. Julia was turned slightly to the side for the lift, with one hand on Tanya’s upper arm and one holding the wrist to hold Tanya almost on her shoulder. She bent slightly away from Tanya so all of Tanya’s weight hung from the left arm in its twisted position. The already-abused left arm was one long, sharp, stabbing pain from the shoulder to the fingertips, and anything that Tanya did, kick her legs or swing her right arm, just jostled her and increased the strain. The only thing Tanya could do was shriek her pain, with the occasional scream of "You can’t do this!" thrown into the mix.

Leon asked twice for a submission, but Tanya may not have heard him over her own screaming. Before he could ask a third time, Tanya went limp. The referee checked her by raising and dropping her arm, and then he signaled the end of the match. Hellcat dropped her to the mat where she lay unmoving, and Leon raised her arm as the winner.

The club went wild. Girls from the dressing room, Becky, Beth, Bree, Mia, and others, ran out and flooded into the ring, getting there second only to Kay. She had her niece in a hug like she’d never let go, and the other girls piled on around them to congratulate the Hellcat on her victory. Tanya was carried out of the ring by a pair of bouncers and back to the club’s office.

"Okay, everybody calm down for a minute!" The voice cut through the celebrating, and everyone turned to look at Liz, also standing in the ring. She turned to the referee. "Leon, turn around for a minute." Confused, he did so, and Liz reached into her bag and pulled out some papers. She put them against his back and held up a pen to Julia. "Sign right here, Hellcat." Julia grabbed the pen and looked at her aunt, who nodded. As Julia signed, Liz said, "Welcome to Amazon Championship Wrestling!"