“Are you sure this is a wise thing to do?”, I said as Tanya sat in front of her dressing room makeup mirror applying the final touches of lipstick. She turned to look at me, her brown hair dangling partially over her eyes, a mischievous, seductive grin on her face. “Don’t worry about me”, she replied with a confident tone, “This time it’ll be her begging me to stop.” She licked her full, sensuous lips, leaving them glossy under the lights of the dressing room as she winked and turned back toward the mirror. All I could do was shake my head, I had a bad feeling about this match.

For the most part, I liked seeing a good competitive match in our ring as much as anyone, especially between two beautiful girls. Tanya was exactly that, incredibly beautiful. Her brown, highlighted hair hung straight down just below her shoulder blades, and her light green eyes seemed to enhance an already radiant smile. She stood about five and a half feet tall, and at one hundred and fifteen pounds, had a slim but gorgeous body. She wasn’t what one would call overly developed in the chest area, but for her size her breasts looked perfectly proportioned. Perhaps her most striking feature, to me anyway, was her long lean legs. Her bronze-like skin combined with her lean muscle tone and shapely butt seemed flawless, giving her a look that rivaled any super-model. Tanya’s beauty went beyond her physical appearance, her personality was equally attractive. Just like Amanda, Tanya’s smile always seemed to brighten a room, and her “off the wall” sense of humor and bad jokes, always seemed to stir some measure of laughter in the studio. Despite her gleeful personality, in the ring she was quite different. Her actions in combat were always calculated as well as deliberate. She was fighting to win, and as she once told me, “If you’re not in it to win, why bother keeping score?” That philosophy seemed her driving force when she wrestled. Even though this theory seemed good, that’s all it really was…a theory. Although Tanya loved the thrill of combat, she was relatively new to the sport and lacked the experience to make her a real force in the ring. With her light build combined with her inexperience saw her on the receiving end of a cruel beating more often than not.

In some ways, that can be a positive thing. Tanya wasn’t afraid to get a few bumps or bruises, even though her tolerance for pain seemed to be average. With each match I could see her abilities becoming more and more refined. After a few lessons on basic holds and moves, Tanya soon learned the intricacies of several more complex wrestling holds. Together with Lynn’s tutelage, she learned several submission moves and adopted Lynn’s signature finisher, the Figure Four Leglock, as her own favorite hold. Because of her lack of experience, Tanya’s ability to apply the hold was limited to say the least. However, during a match with Lindsey, she managed to trap her opponent in the hold. Linsdsey’s slender limbs were perfect victims for Tanya’s move, and soon after being trapped, Lindsey cried out her surrender, signaling Tanya’s first victory. Lindsey did even the score in a later match, but from that point on, Tanya’s skills improved dramatically.

She took a deep breath as she stood up to face me, wincing slightly as she moved. Tonight she was clad in a revealing hot pink bikini that had become one of her outfits of choice for her matches. The silky smooth cloth clung to her skin, contrasting against her tanned body in a way that accentuated her every curve. Again she winked at me as she walked out the dressing room door, and on to the ring.

It had become my ritual to talk to both combatants privately before each match, so as Tanya made her way to the ring, I proceeded to her opponent’s dressing room. I knocked lightly on the door, and was greeted with an enthusiastic “Come in”, over the sound of a blow dryer. Carmel was standing by the mirror putting the final touches on her hair as she turned to greet me with a warm smile. She had already donned her wrestling outfit, which consisted of a pair of well-fitted gold lame hotpants and a black skin hugging tank-style top. Her long dirty blond hair flowed gracefully across her shoulders down to her shoulder blades, bouncing lightly as she moved. Dark eyeliner accented her brown eyes in a way that gave her a mischievous yet mysterious look as she cast a teasing glance at me. She swayed her rear gently from side to side as she continued drying her hair, knowing full well that I was watching. Carmel, just like Tanya, also had an amazing body. She stood about an inch taller and weighed a few pounds more than Tanya, and you could tell her added weight was due to slightly more muscle mass than her smaller rival.

Carmel was a year younger than Tanya, and her youthful enthusiasm always seemed to add a certain level of intensity to her battles. She told me she had seen all the High Impact Studio video releases, and credited much of her wrestling knowledge to watching the girl’s matches. Her favorite fighter was also one of my closest friends, Amanda. Carmel told me her outfit was inspired by Amanda’s attire from her hardcore match with Lynn. Just like most of the other girls, Carmel took advantage of the huge video library we had acquired at the studio. It was easy to tell she a fast learner based on the new moves and holds she would use during her matches. Still, just like Tanya, she was a novice to the sport and for the most part her fights were learning experiences.

As has been the case with most of the girls, I did notice some unique qualities with Carmel. She chose to do most of her training alone and only learned the basic techniques from Lynn and myself. If one thing could be said about her, it’s that she was innovative. During Carmel’s matches, she often tried new moves and holds she thought up herself, or had seen in a video. Most of the time the effectiveness of her efforts were only marginal, but every now and then she’d pull off a move that was as impressive as it was devastating. She was never shy about trying new techniques. Another characteristic of hers that I had noticed, was her apparent enjoyment of inflicting pain. That was the main reason I was worried about her match with Tanya tonight.

Carmel and Tanya had faced each other once before and for the most part it was a fairly slow moving, non-eventful contest due to both girls’ novice abilities. At least up until the closing moments. For the most part Carmel had been out classing Tanya, due to her larger size no doubt. Not to say she was dominating the slightly smaller girl, but it was very clear she had the advantage. Tanya did get in a few good moves none the less, but Lynn and I could both tell she was slowly losing ground as the match progressed. As I said earlier, the match was fairly basic up until the end when Carmel ended it decisively. Both girls had been using grappling techniques more than actual pro-style wrestling moves, with the exception of the closing moments. Carmel had Tanya trapped in a simple side headlock and was leading her around the ring. Tanya, in an effort to escape Carmel’s grasp, reached around the larger girls waist as she attempted to set her off balance. Well Carmel did become unbalanced but not to Tanya’s advantage. Unfortunately for Tanya, Carmel stumbled, falling to her side while she still had a firm grip on the headlock. The resulting fall drove Tanya’s head to the mat with Carmel’s weight driving it home, almost like a crude bulldog maneuver. Carmel, unfazed by the tumble, instantly got to her feet to see what had happened. To her delight, she found Tanya lying face down on the mat, moaning quietly as she rubbed her head. Knowing her opponent was temporarily incapacitated, Carmel instantly took advantage of the situation.

Straddling her victim’s back while facing her feet, Carmel reached down, firmly grasped Tanya’s ankles, and pulled back as she stood back upright. As she did this, Tanya’s body was pulled up off the mat, her feet firmly tucked under her attacker’s arms, the majority of her weight now crushing her breasts to the mat. To anyone watching, the hold that Carmel had trapped Tanya in was mearly a modified version of a Boston Crab, know in some rings as the “Lion Tamer”. What followed was what really astonished Lynn and myself. Carmel proved she understood the geometry of the hold by what she did next. Still holding Tanya’s legs firmly under her arms, Carmel stepped back even further as she began squatting down. The way she had Tanya’s body positioned assured that the key bending point on her back was forward of their center of gravity. By doing this, Carmel was able to allow her entire body weight to force down on Tanya’s trapped ankles, causing her lower back to support her full body mass as it was violently bent the wrong way, more so than a normal Boston Crab. Tanya’s mouth opened wide, a scream trying to escape, her hips forcibly thrust outward as her sensuous body was forced into a brutal “C” shape. It only took a split second for the trapped beauty to catch her breath, and begin pounding the mat crying her surrender. Carmel turned her head slightly, looking down at her pleading victim. A twisted grin formed on her face like she was pleased at how little effort she had to exert to get Tanya to scream. She maintained the hold, increasing the pressure slightly as she commanded Tanya to admit her defeat. Tanya offered her screams of submission over and over as Carmel bounced slightly, using momentum of her own body weight to intensify the agony.

It was quite a spectacle. Tanya’s bronze skin pulled tight over her firm abs, her skimpy bikini briefs strained tightly over her crotch from the distorted position her body was in, perfectly outlining her womanly features. Carmel maintained the hold as she forced Tanya to repeat humiliating admissions of her inferiority until finally, the poor girl was in tears. To end it, Carmel sat back further, producing a horrific scream from the beautiful girl in her grasp before releasing the agonizing hold. That last burst of pressure actually caused Tanya to receive a muscle injury to her back, keeping the beauty out of action for several weeks. What Lynn, as well as myself noticed, was Carmel’s expression as she mercilessly tortured her smaller victim. It seemed like she really enjoyed hurting this girl, but that obvious bloodlust was not what had me worried tonight. No…it was the type of match they were having that had me concerned.

This wouldn’t be the first time I had seen pride stand in the way of better judgement. Most of the girls could take losing without any adverse effects, at least most of the time. Realistically defeat came with the territory, no one could expect to win all the time and sooner or later all of the girls would end up on the mat in defeat. It was nothing to be ashamed of. Tanya didn’t have a problem with losing from time to time. She understood her inexperience would keep her from savoring the fruits of victory until she became a little more developed in the sport. What she did have a problem with was being humiliated especially when it was by a girl that was on her level experience wise. To make matters worse, the fact that Carmel injured her with that submission hold just seemed to make the entire episode that much more intense. I could tell that Tanya's normally cheery demeanor was marred by the urge to seek vengeance against the girl that had hurt her.

It was a typical Saturday afternoon. The studio was alive with activity, as was the norm for most weekends. Several of the girls were practicing for a series of matches that were to take place that night for a special taping. Amanda and Megan were in the ring tossing each other around as Lynn and I checked the lighting and made some final adjustments to the camera equipment. Carmel was making use of the weight training equipment as we put the finishing touches on the studio for the evening’s event. Tanya walked in with her customary smile as she greeted Lynn and myself. Her smile instantly turned to a sneer as she took note of Carmel working out in the corner. Carmel paid little or no attention to Tanya’s presence and continued her routine as though it was “no big deal”. Tanya excused herself from our company, and slowly made her way over to where Carmel was working out, making small talk with the other girls as she drew closer. Lynn and I knew there was a slight amount of tension between them, but really had no idea as to how volatile the situation really was. It became apparent as the studio suddenly echoed with shrieks and screams as Tanya and Carmel rolled on the floor, both their hands buried in each other’s hair as they hurled obscenities at the top of their lungs.

Lynn instantly dashed across the studio floor as Amanda jumped from the ring to pull the two girls apart. Within a few moments, Lynn had pulled Carmel off Tanya, securing her by the arms. As Amanda did her best to restrain Tanya, both girls continued screaming insults at one another. A small trickle of blood ran down Carmel’s face from a series of scratch marks on her cheek, as Tanya struggled in Amanda’s grasp desperately attempting to break free. After a few tense minutes, both girls relaxed enough to be released. Lynn asked Carmel if she was ok and upon hearing she was, slapped the young beauty upside the head. “What the hell are you doing?!!”, she hollered at confused blonde as she pushed her toward the office door. “But she started i…”, Carmel tried to explain as Lynn ordered her into the office. Tanya stood looking on with a smug look as Carmel sheepishly made her way into the office. Lynn turned to look at Tanya and hissed, “Get your ass in there too! We’re gonna have a little talk!”

The girls sat at the opposite end of the couch as Lynn stood before them, hands on her hips, and a very pissed off look on her face. “Ok”, she started, “Would you like to tell me what the hell that was all about?” Carmel looked up at Lynn, an innocent “I didn’t do anything” look on her face. “Beats me” she said, “I was just minding my own business and she jumped me.” Tanya glared back at her, a very irritated expression on her face. “Like you don’t know why” she hissed, “You know damn well what started this. You fucking near broke my back just for the fun of it, and now you don’t want to face the payback, you bitch!” Carmel rolled her eyes as she looked away from Tanya. “Well if you would be a little better in the ring, maybe you wouldn’t get hurt so easily” Carmel mocked. Upon hearing that, Tanya sprang to her feet, prepared to engage Carmel again, only to be shoved back onto the couch by Lynn. “That’s enough!” Lynn shouted, “If you have a problem, settle it in the ring, Not Here!!”

Tanya looked over to Carmel for a moment, then looked back to me and said, “Ok, if she’s willing to get in the ring again, I’ll be more than happy to hand her ass to her!” She paused for a moment then glared back at Carmel. She continued, “Its just to bad it has to end once I beat her into submission.” Again Carmel rolled her eyes, “Well, I’m sure there must be someway we can resolve that” she replied in a mocking tone. She scratched her head for a moment, then said, “I’ve got a suggestion if you have the guts to accept it.” Tanya continued staring at her for a moment, then nodded slowly. “I’m listening” she said. Lynn and I both stood silent, waiting to see what kind of challenge Carmel was about to throw out.

“You want revenge?” Carmel started, “Well, this will give you a chance to get even. You and me in the ring, no disqualification. The only rules are that there be no weapons, and we stay in the ring. A win will be determined by submission only, but there is a twist.” Tanya raised her eyebrow slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh? And what might that be?” she asked in a confident tone. “Well” Carmel continued, “You want to make me pay? You want to hurt me? This will be your chance. If you get me to surrender, I’ll let you put any hold on me you like, and let you keep it on for two full minutes, no matter how much I scream of beg.” Tanya smiled brightly upon hearing Carmel’s words. “But” Carmel continued, “If I get you to submit, I get to do the same to you. You game?” Tanya nodded slowly, an obvious sign of nervousness in her motions. “Ok, It’s a match” Tanya said.

Carmel looked at Lynn and myself, asking if they could do the match. We agreed to let them fight it out, but due to the potential for injury, High Impact Studios would not be sanctioning the match in any way. The decision to fight was totally their own. They agreed and set the date for the following weekend, both girls wanted some time to learn and perfect a few new moves. Lynn looked at me with an expression of concern on her face. I shared her concern, knowing that this unique match could easily render a serious injury to one of the girls. Regardless of our concerns, the match was set and all we could do was tend to the looser best we could when it was all done.

The week preceding the fight proved to be quite intense for both Tanya and Carmel. Any free time the girls had was spent in the ring training, learning and perfecting new and old moves, as well as conditioning themselves mentally. Tanya exhibited a newfound desire in her style and actions. I suppose that was understandable seeing as how this was as much a battle for survival as it was for victory. As expected, Tanya spent most of her preparatory time with Lynn, who had actually become quite a close friend. Carmel on the other hand, chose to do most of her training alone or at late hours when no one was watching. She practiced with some of the girls during the day, but only on a very limited basis. The majority of her day was spent in the video room studying the various moves from other matches, particularly Japanese women wrestling. For some strange reason, I had a funny feeling about Carmel’s training technique. It seemed like she was trying to hide what she was learning, almost like her plan for destroying Tanya was to remain a secret. Either way, both girls were preparing in their own way, and as nervous as we were about this match, we were also anticipating a tremendous battle.

Like I said earlier, both girls were preparing mentally as well as physically. This became very apparent a couple of days before the match. Usually Carmel was a nice person, but she was not above using a little psychological warfare against her opponents to get an advantage. She was in the ring one late afternoon, sparing and grappling around with Lindsey. Tanya was walking toward the ring, talking with Amanda, paying little attention to what was happening outside their conversation. As had become normal, I was sitting at ringside overseeing the practice session. Lindsey and Carmel were locked in a test of strength type move, trying to force each other toward the ropes, when Carmel saw Tanya and Amanda approaching the ring. She looked back at Lindsey for a moment and said, “Just a sec, I want to say something to Tanya”. Lindsey backed off the pressure of the move as she waited for Carmel to finish what she wanted to say to Tanya. “Hey sweety”, she called out to Tanya in a teasing voice. Tanya looked up at her from ringside, a slight look of confusion on her face. Before Tanya had a chance to acknowledge her call, Carmel said, “Let me show you what you have to look forward to!” Again Tanya’s face showed a look of confusion as she looked back at Amanda. Carmel turned back toward Lindsey and whispered in a quiet tone, “Sorry bout this”, as she tightened her grip on her arms. With one fluid motion, Carmel pulled Lindsey toward her as she raised her knee. The extended knee caught the unsuspecting Lindsey squarely in the belly just below her navel, causing her to double over. As Lindsey let out a dull grunt, Carmel pushed the bent over beauty’s head down, trapping it between her thighs. Then with pro-like precision, Carmel reached around her victims waist, and with a groan, pulled up, inverting the still gasping Lindsey. Carmel turned to look at Tanya, who’s face was now masked with a look of shock, then simultaneously jumped up as she kicked her legs forward. Carmel crashed down on her shapely butt, Lindsey’s head still firmly secured between her thighs. Poor Lindsey’s body shuddered from the shock wave as she was brutally driven to the mat head first. Instantly the slender beauty collapsed face down on the mat, her arms and legs spread out in a motionless “X” shape. Carmel had spike piledriven Lindsey to the mat, leaving her unconscious. Tanya’s mouth opened wide as she observed the brutal spectacle that had just occurred before her eyes. With one swift move, Carmel had destroyed Lindsey, a girl that had beaten Tanya before.

Several girls rushed into the ring to attend to Lindsey, who slowly began whimpering as she held her neck. Carmel stood up and walked over to the ropes, her icy stare nearly piercing the still shocked Tanya. With a twisted grin Carmel said, “That’s just one of the things I’m gonna do to you!” It was obvious that Tanya had been rattled by this demonstration, even though it had been a cheap shot on Carmel’s part. Still Tanya knew that if Carmel managed to execute a similar move on her, she’d be helpless to prevent her from applying any hold she wanted. Tanya, shaking slightly from what she had just witnessed, replied, “You won’t get the chance”, then walked away from the ring.

So tonight as I climbed into the ring to start the match, I couldn’t help but feel an uncomfortable tension. I had seen it many times. Revenge fueled by pride is never a good thing, just as anger is never a substitute for skill. I knew Tanya had talent, but I also knew that Carmel’s slightly larger frame and aggressive style would more than likely overwhelm her. Perhaps what made me most nervous was Carmel’s attitude, she was really looking forward to hurting Tanya, and I had noticed Tanya’s slight wince of discomfort as she had stood up earlier. Her back was still not fully healed from their last encounter.

Tanya stood in her corner, her long brown hair cascading gentle down her back, her soft green eyes showing a look of uncertain anticipation. The tiny pink bikini barely covering her well-tanned skin gave her the look of a goddess as she nervously awaited the start of the match. Carmel stood in the opposite corner, her gold hotpants glimmering under the studio lights, hugging her curves like a second skin. She bent over stretching, limbering herself for the impending battle. Every so often she would cast a menacing glance toward Tanya, a slight smirk on her lips like she was saying, “I can’t wait to get my hands on you”. It was part of the mind games she was playing with Tanya. Carmel knew the vision of Lindsey being pile driven was strong in Tanya’s mind, and no doubt had some fear of suffering the same fate. Tanya was slightly disturbed by Carmel’s efforts to psyche her out, but for the most part was occupied by the desire to hurt the girl that had injured her. She mearly returned Carmel’s stares, a cold emotionless expression on her face.

I called the girls to the center of the ring to go over the rules one last time. Both acknowledged the rules again despite my suggestion to reconsider. Slowly I climbed from the ring, joining Lynn and Amanda at ringside. “Ok”, I said, “The ring is yours.”

Tanya swept her hair back over her shoulder as she slowly stepped toward the center of the ring. Carmel stayed in her corner for a moment, apparently sizing up her opponent, then suddenly charged at Tanya. Due to the large distance between them, Carmel’s sudden rush didn’t really catch Tanya off guard, it actually gave her a change to react. A split second before Carmel’s shoulder was to ram her belly, Tanya side stepped her attacker, grabbed the back of her shorts, and used her momentum to toss the larger girl through the ropes onto the studio floor. Carmel crashed to the lightly padded concrete at ringside, landing awkwardly on her feet as she collapsed to the floor. We winced as we observed the landing from our chairs. Carmel would have been better off to allow herself to land on her back, instead she had tried to remain standing as she tumbled to the floor causing her knee to twist violently.

Like a wounded animal, Carmel curled up holding her knee, a grimace of extreme agony on her pretty face. Tanya leaned over the top rope looking down at the wounded vixen on the floor below her, shouting for her to get her ass back in the ring. Carmel looked up at Tanya, an icy emotionless stare on her face, as she slowly attempted to stand. “Oh! Fuck!!”, escaped Carmel’s lips as she put her weight on the injured joint, stumbling down to her knees again as she attempted to climb back into the ring. Tanya didn’t care how badly hurt Carmel was, she wanted her back in the ring so as to inflict further pain on the now hurting beauty. She reached down over the top rope securing a firm grip on Carmel’s dirty blond tresses with one hand, and began pulling her back up into the ring. The burning pain on Carmel’s scalp left her little choice but to climb back into the ring, despite the terrible pain in knee. Once back in the ring, Carmel rolled to the center of the mat, pulling her bad knee up toward her chest, massaging it in an effort to ease the pain. Tanya knew this could possibly be the advantage she needed to win this, so targeted Carmel’s wounded limb with a brutal stomp. Instantly Carmel shrieked in agony, tears rolling down her face from the searing ache in the joint.

Tanya stood over her writhing opponent in a wide stance, her hands confidently placed on her hips. “I had no idea it would be this easy” she chuckled as she looked down at the broken beauty curled up at her feet. Carmel looked up at Tanya, her eyes red from the tears, but a look of defiance on her face. Tanya’s comment enraged Carmel, momentarily allowing her to forget the pain in her leg. Gritting her teeth, Carmel focussed all her strength into her good leg, lashing out at the girl standing over her with a violent kick. The kick found its target with deadly precision, striking Tanya squarely between her widely planted legs. A dull “Whump” could be heard as Carmel’s foot impacted solidly on Tanya’s crotch, instantly dropping the poor girl to the mat.

Now it was Tanya that lay curled up on the canvas, hands between her legs holding her crotch as she moaned pitifully. Carmel, still dealing with her injured knee, rolled to the ropes using them for assistance to stand. Her knee was still throbbing with pain, but her brutal kick had bought her the precious time she needed to recover. Tanya remained in a fetal position on the mat, her entire body quivering slightly as she rubbed her wounded womanhood. Carmel knew the damage she had inflicted on Tanya would give her enough time to move around and limber up her aching limb. Hobbling slightly, Carmel paced back and forth along the ropes, stretching her leg in hopes of regaining some measure of mobility. After a few minutes, she was able to walk almost normally with only a slight hint of discomfort.

Now that her knee had regained most of its mobility, Carmel turned her attention back to Tanya, who was now sitting upright, but still bent over favoring her aching womanhood. Carmel walked over to her victim, grabbing a handful of hair as she pulled Tanya’s head up to look at her face. Tanya looked up at Carmel towering over her, tears streaming down her cheeks from the incredible pain between her thighs. Carmel smiled as she looked back at the injured beauty, knowing she had not yet recovered enough to defend herself. In a futile effort, Tanya swung her fist out hoping to nail Carmel in the belly. Much to her surprise, she found Carmel’s reflexes faster than her own as her wrist was firm grasped by Carmel’s hand. Again Carmel grinned slightly. She took a step back, then with one smooth motion, pulled Tanya’s arm toward her as she spun around with a spinning kick. Carmel’s foot hit solidly against Tanya’s temple with a loud “Smack” sound, sending the brown haired beauty to the mat on her back.

Carmel took a step back admiring her handiwork. Tanya lay flat on her back, her arms and leg splayed out wide on the canvas. Tossing her hair back, Carmel firmly grasped the semi conscious beauty by her ankles, and proceeded to drag her to the center of the ring, her arms tailing limply above her head as they moved. Groggily, Tanya began moving her head, groaning slightly as she did.

Ending:

We sat silent, a look of shock on our faces from the spectacle we had just witnessed. I had seen that variation of the piledriver before in some Japanese matches, but had never imagined I would ever see it in our ring. The long hours Carmel had spent studying the Japanese videos in our library had paid off as her move had totally destroyed poor Tanya. Carmel remained in a seated position, as twisted grin formed on her lips. She saw no need to turn around, she knew what she had done and she also knew that from this point Tanya would be nothing more than a victim for her to explore her sadistic urges. Tanya lay face down on the mat behind the still sitting Carmel. Her long bronzed legs lay spread out straight and wide, her bikini bottom pulled up in a slight wedgie as she remained still on the mat. The long brown hair that had bounced so eloquently about her shoulders now rested motionless on the canvas framing her beautiful, yet unconscious face. Slowly Carmel got to her feet, brushing her hair back over her shoulder as she moved. She touched the corner of her mouth and inspected the trace of blood on her finger still bleeding slightly from the kick Tanya had given her earlier.

With a slight sway in her steps, Carmel walked in a circle around her fallen foe, eyeing her prone body as though it were a prize. Kneeling down, Carmel gently rolled Tanya onto her back then once again stood up, looking down at the gorgeous young victim at her feet with a stare that appeared almost like a look of desire. The three of us at ringside knew exactly what was happening. Carmel was waiting for Tanya to stir again, she wanted the vanquished beauty to see exactly was going to happen to her. It was almost like Carmel wanted to savor the moment, she wanted to see the fear in Tanya’s eyes as she applied the final torture to declare the winner of this brutal contest. At the same time, Carmel wanted Tanya to see the blood lust in her own eyes as she transformed her beautiful body into a temple of agony. Standing at the base of Tanya’s wide spread legs, Carmel folded her arms across her chest patiently waiting for her foe to stir.

Tanya emitted a quiet, pitiful groan as her broken body slowly regained consciousness. At first her eyes remained closed, a grimace of pain on her face as she reached to massage her neck. Blinking slowly, Tanya finally opened her eyes trying to focus on her surroundings through the glassy tears. Bringing her other hand up to her forehead, she moved her head slowly to look around only to whimper from the ache shooting through her neck. Carmel, satisfied that her victim was sufficiently coherent to realize was about to happen to her, smiled down sadistically. “You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted to do that to you” she hissed as she looked down at her writhing victim. Tanya looked up at Carmel with a look on her face that begged for mercy. She knew she was helpless to resist any hold Carmel wanted to put her in and also knew that any chance of her resisting a submission had been lost after the piledriver.

Carmel reached down firmly grasping both Tanya’s ankles. Locking her hands behind Tanya’s calves, Carmel stood back up tucking the helpless girl’s feet under her armpits. Instantly Tanya realized the fate was that was about to be bestowed upon her, as she pathetically raised her hands in a begging gesture, softly crying, “no, no”. Carmel smiled back at Tanya, a slight chuckle in her voice as she replied, “Here is something I think you’re familiar with” as she rolled Tanya onto her belly, completing the Boston crab hold. Holding Tanya firmly in her grasp, Carmel slowly began squatting down, forcing Tanya’s still injured back to bend in the same way she had in their first battle. Instantly Tanya cried out in agony, her back feeling as though it was being stabbed by red-hot knives. We had all seen their first battle and knew Carmel did not have Tanya contorted nearly to the same extent that she did in their first encounter. It was painfully obvious that she was holding Tanya just on the brink of surrender, holding back just enough to keep her victim from submitting. To us it seemed like Carmel was savoring the moment, holding Tanya in the excruciating hold letting her realize that she could break her at will. Poor Tanya whimpered pitifully, begging Carmel not to hurt her any further as her slender body was being humiliatingly distorted by her capture. The thin hot pink material of her bikini briefs again stretched tightly across her crotch from the horrible angle her body was being held in, outlining her every womanly feature as though she were naked. Her bronze skin pulled tight on her sweat glistening belly, her breasts once again mashed flat on the canvas as Carmel had her way with her body. Grimacing in agony, Tanya hesitated to surrender even though she knew escape was impossible. She knew her surrender would only end the torment for a short time because Carmel would be given the chance to torture her at will for two full minutes once she did. She cried helplessly.

Carmel squatted down further forcing Tanya to scream as her back bent near the limit of human endurance. Looking down, Carmel saw Tanya’s perfectly defined crotch before her, almost like an opportunity beaconing to be humiliated. Still maintaining the hold, Carmel unlocked her hands, and slowly trailed the finger of her free hand down Tanya’s inner thigh until it rested on her crotch. Tanya’s entire body, still sadistically being bent by Carmel’s Boston crab hold, twitched as her pussy was touched. A slight grunt escaped Tanya’s lips as Carmel ran her finger down the middle of her womanhood. Adding more pressure, Carmel ran her finger slowly up and down Tanya’s pussy, forcing the pink cloth deep into the crevice between her trapped legs. Increasing the speed and force of her strokes, Carmel sat back even further, now nearly breaking the poor girl in two as she rubbed her pussy. With no other option in sight, Tanya cried out her submission as her hands futilely held her lower back in an attempt to relieve the agony.

Carmel ceased her display of sexual humiliation, and locked her hands together behind Tanya’s calves again, screaming at her victim to cry out her submission one more time as she increased the pressure. Tanya cried, “Oh God!! Please stop! I submit! I submit!”, as she lay her head down on the canvas sobbing. Carmel released the defeated beauty, allowing her legs to fall to the mat with a thud. She raised her arms high as she placed her foot on Tanya’s butt in the traditional victory pose. Tanya immediately rolled over arching back as she writhed on the mat. Carmel took a few steps back, looking down at Tanya as she folded her arms across her chest again. For several minutes, Carmel just watched as Tanya whimpered on the canvas rubbing her back, trying to ease the torment that she had just endured. Finally she lay still flat on her back, her hands covering her face as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Tanya knew what was going to happen now and in all honesty was terrified.

Carmel stood motionless, a blank look on her face as she looked down at Tanya. “Well bitch”, she said in a cold voice, “I think we both know what comes next.” Tanya looked back at the cruel girl standing over her, “Please”, she begged, “don’t hurt me anymore, I’m begging you.” Carmel sneered as she reached down grabbing Tanya by her hair. She pulled the sobbing beauty to her feet and pulled her close until the stood face to face. Tanya wobbled as she struggled to remain standing, Carmel’s hands still firmly buried in her locks. “You fuckin agreed to this match just like I did! Now your gonna get what’s coming to you!” Carmel hissed as she pushed Tanya down to the mat again. Tanya landed on her butt with a thud. She sat looking up at Carmel, her legs slightly spread as she looked at her tormentor with a pleading gaze. Carmel paced back and forth for a moment pretending she was pondering what hold she was going to use to administer her final destruction on Tanya.

Tanya sat watching Carmel for a moment, then lay back flat on the mat closing her eyes as she waited for Carmel to apply her final hold. Finally Carmel stopped pacing. She walked to Tanya’s feet and kicked her ankles apart so she now lay in a wide spread eagle position. Placing her hands on her hips, Carmel stood between Tanya’s widely split legs looking down at her as if she were a lion examining her freshly killed prey. Tanya looked back at Carmel her eyes filled with tears. They locked eyes for a moment, then Tanya lay her hands at her sides as she put her head back closing her eyes, her body spread out for Carmel to do with as she pleased.