Hi, my name is Amanda. I'm not sure how many of you remember me, but some
of you may recall me from the old High Impact Studios days. A lot has
happened since then, and I think I probably speak for most of the girls when
I say those days were some of the best times we ever had. It was a real
shame that the place shut down shortly after the accident, but in many ways
I could understand Nitro's reason for doing it. I suppose the saddest thing
was that we all kind of lost touch with each other shortly after that, not
by choice, but by circumstance I guess. To be totally honest with you all,
the years following the closure of the studio seemed almost empty for me in
some ways. I had learned a lot from Nitro and the other girls, in fact he
helped me to feel a lot more confident about myself both in and out of the
ring. And Lynn...what a history we had. Some of my worst injuries in that
ring came from her and some of the nastiest things I had ever done...I did
to her. For awhile there it seemed like we were going to kill each other,
its kind of funny how we ended up being best friends. But like I said, I
could understand Nitro's reason for closing it all down.
But I'm not here to give you all a history lesson or my life story. The
reason I am here is to tell you about something that recently happened to
me. To make a long story short, a friend of Nitro's managed to find me and
told me he was opening the studio again, and was wondering if I was still
interested in wrestling. I don't think she had any problem hearing the
enthusiasm in my voice, and within a few days I was back at the studio. The
reunion was fantastic! A few of the original girls were back and Nitro
seemed to had dealt with his demons and was ready to make this thing fly
again. Lynn was a cute as ever and I'm sure she was just as happy to see me
as I was her. But there I go rambling again. I guess I could talk about this
mushy stuff all day long, but I'm sure you all don't want to hear that. The
real reason I'm here is to tell you about my recent match. So make
yourselves comfortable and read on.
Like I said before, some of the old girls were back, and for the most
part I loved all of them. For the most part I said. There was one girl that
I never seemed to get a long with and she hated me just as much I'm sure. We
had one match and I think for the most part we were pretty equal. She was
stronger than me, but I had a bit more speed and that combination made our
first match a good one. Don't get me wrong here, I'm not a sore loser. If
there is one thing Nitro taught me, its that you can't win all the time and
I was ok with that, but in our match she managed to get the better of me and
had me laid out on the mat unconscious. Now like I said, I'm not a sore
loser, I would have done whatever I could to have the roles reversed, but
she was just better than me that day, that simple. I remember being helpless
as she put me into a submission hold that had me crying out in submission.
The match should have been over there, but she refused to let me go until I
almost passed out from the pain. To make matters worse, once she did let go,
she pulled me to my feet again and drove my head to the mat, knocking me out
again. I don't remember much after that, other than that I came to in
Nitro's arms crying like a baby. The way she beat me after I surrendered
always kind of stayed in the back of my mind. It really bugged me and
because of that, I never forgave her.
It's kind of funny that one of the girls that was back, was the one that
beat me so bad...Bridgette! I suppose it was inevitable that we'd face each
other again, it's just a little funny that it would happen after all this
time. She was the same person she was before, quiet, almost mysterious in
her own little way with a creepy kind of feeling about her. Bridgette looked
the same as she had before too, with her pitch black hair, pale skin and
piercing eyes. She had a Goth look to her. If anything had changed, it was
that she had put on a bit more muscle. Not like a body builder or anything
like that, but more like she had been doing some fitness training. At her
height of five foot, three inches, her one hundred and twenty pounds made
her look quite buff as much as I hate admitting it. Me, on the other hand
hadn't really changed at all considering I was only eighteen when we had our
first match. Now at twenty-one, I still weighed around a hundred, hundred
and ten pounds and stood three inches taller than Bridgette. If there was
anything different about me, it was that I had definitely gotten more
experience in the ring. In my mind, this match would be a lot different than
our first meeting. Now anyone that has ever seen me wrestle knows that I'm
not cruel in the ring, but on the same note, anyone that knows me also knows
what I'm capable of if I'm backed into a corner. My hardcore match with Lynn
brought out a side of me that I never knew existed and even though she did
some nasty things to me, I would have never thought I would have been
capable of doing to her what I did to win that match. Besides, Bridgette
lost quite early in our first tournament, and it was me that went on to face
Heidi in the final match. So even though I lost to Heidi, I did give her a
good fight even though she was a lot bigger than me. Since Bridgette lost
her place in the tournament, and to a relatively crappy wrestler at that,
she hadn't been around the ring much, so I could only assume her skills were
rusty at best.
That was what I kept telling myself, but somehow I still felt a little
nervous about stepping into the ring with her. I don't think it was because
I was scared of losing to her, winning or losing doesn't mean that big a
deal to me if it's a good match. I think what was eating at me was the fact
that she seemed happy when she was hurting someone, almost like she got off
on it somehow. That and the expressionless look she had as some girl was
screaming in agony from one of her holds. I know this first hand because I
once was one of those screaming girls, and from what I remember, it seemed
like the more I cried, the harder she'd apply the hold. But enough about
that, I suppose I could talk all day about the things that bugged me about
her. The bottom line was, I didn't like her and I'm sure the feeling was
more than mutual.
So the day of the match, I was sitting in Nitro's office beside
Bridgette, going over the rules of the match, as had become normal when the
battle was to be unscripted. As usual, Bridgette just sat there looking down
at her hands as Nitro asked if we really wanted to go through with this
match. I think he knew the answer to the question before he asked, but he
always wanted to make sure we knew what we were getting into. We both agreed
that this would be the best way to settle any issues we had with each other,
and after a short talk, we agreed on the rules of the match. For the most
part it was very simple. We match would have to stay in the ring and only a
submission could decide the winner. It would be a no holds bared match with
the only limit being no face punching, otherwise we could use any method we
saw fit to get the win. So with that decided, Bridgette and I got up and
headed to our dressing rooms to change. As we got up, Bridgette put her hand
on my chest and looked me in the eye with a cold evil grin. "This time" she
said, "I'm going to do you good!"
I couldn't deny the fact that Bridgette's parting words disturbed me a
bit as I sat in front of the mirror putting on my face for the match. It was
just one of her little mind games is what I told myself, and carried on
getting ready. For most of us girls, it seemed to be like a ritual to make
ourselves look as sexy as possible for our matches, after all, we were
displaying ourselves physically. When I first started wrestling, I felt a
bit self-conscious about stepping into the ring in front of everyone wearing
nothing but a bikini, but after awhile that feeling disappeared. Nitro
always told me that I was one of the cutest girls he'd ever seen, let alone
wrestle. I guess his compliments helped me get over the self conscious thing
and helped me to focus on the real thing…not getting my ass kicked in that
ring.
My outfit of choice had become a very well fitted gold lame' string
bikini. As I tied the knot on the side of the bottoms, I heard a knock on
the door. I said "come in", as I knew it was probably Nitro coming to give
me his usual good luck visit before the match. Most girls felt a bit awkward
with someone coming into their room while they were getting ready for a
match, but I never had a problem with him coming to see me. Why would I?
After all, he had seen me naked before and had even carried my half-naked
body from the ring a few times after a real nasty match. Not to mention he
was there when Lynn and I had our little...oh, never mind about that.
I was right about the visit, it was him. He smiled as I saw him walking
toward me in the mirror. Suddenly his face turned a slight shade of red, he
hadn't realized that I was in the process of putting on my bikini top and
was still topless. "Should I come back in a few?" he asked sheepishly. I
giggled as I turned to face him, giving him a full frontal view. "No" I said
with a giggle in my voice, "I could use your help here", holding the ends of
the bikini top motioning for him to tie them behind my neck. He kinda
smirked a bit and said, "ok, happy to help" as I turned my back to him,
holding the string ends up for him to take. First thing he did was brush the
hair aside, exposing my neck. I have to admit, the way he ran his hand
across my skin sent a little shiver down my spine. The touch was almost
sensual in a way, almost like he was teasing me. I'm sure he was, because he
knew that if I knew he wasn't involved with Lynn, I would have turned around
and planted a firm kiss on him. That wouldn't have been the first time I'd
had those urges, in fact, there were a couple of times we had come very
close to crossing that line between good friends and something more. But
enough about that, I'm sure you don't want to hear about our personal lives.
He tied the top and I turned to look at him. For a moment he just stared
at me, his eyes looking me up and down. "Wow" he said, "I never get tired of
seeing you in that bikini. As always, you look spectacular!" I smiled as I
put my hands on my hips, rocking them from side to side in a teasing motion.
"Well" I replied, "Your welcome to look as much as you like, but I do have a
match to go to." He nodded and said he was just here to wish me luck
tonight. I thanked him and asked him how Bridgette was. He just said that
his visit with her had been as it always had been, cold and disturbing. She
always took this phsyc-out thing very seriously and tried to make it appear
like she was on some kind of mission to hurt her opponent. I tried to ignore
that, but I guess deep down it did kinda bug me a bit. Nitro leaned toward
me to kiss my cheek like he always did before my matches. At the last second
I turned my head so my lips fell against his. At first he hesitated, but
then proceeded to kiss me a little more deeply than just a good luck kiss.
We pulled back and looked at each other for a moment, then he smiled and
said, "see you at ringside", as he walked from the room. I winked at him,
then went back to the mirror to do a last minute check before heading into
the studio. For this match I had decided to let my red hair hang down
loosely instead of putting it in a ponytail like I usually did. Satisfied
that I looked ok, I put on my sneakers and robe, then headed to the ring.
Only a few people were here for the match tonight. Nitro and Lynn
obviously, and a handful of girls from the roster. Bridgette was already in
the ring, waiting to get this thing started. She was wearing her red latex
hotpants and crop top, and had let her long black hair hang down straight
partially covering her face. She stared at me from behind her locks, trying
to look evil or something. I just smiled at her and blew her a kiss as I
climbed into the ring. Once I was in my corner, Lynn came into the ring and
motioned us to the middle. We approached the center and listened to her last
minute instructions. Once she was finished, she asked if we understood.
Bridgette and I nodded and headed back to our corners. Lynn looked at both
of us and said "Fight!" as she climbed from the ring. I tossed my robe to
the floor and stood ready.
Bridgette slowly walked toward the center of the ring to meet me, her
motions very slow and deliberate, like a cat stalking a mouse. Once she was
about five feet from me, she lunged at me trying to catch me in the throat
with a clothesline. I was kinda expecting her to pull a move like that, so I
was ready for her. As she flew at me, I ducked her arm and spun around
driving my elbow into her back as she missed me. I turned to see where she
was and saw her stumbling awkwardly into the ropes holding her lower back. I
wasn't sure if my elbow had hit her hard enough to do any damage, but I
guess it landed in just the right spot.
Now feeling that I had gained an advantage, I ran to her and grabbed her
arm, pulling her off the ropes. She kinda groaned a bit as I tugged her to
the center of the ring, twisting her arm into a wrist lock. Bridgette tried
slashing at me with her talon like nails, but I had enough distance between
us that I could easily avoid her swings. In fact, every time she swung at me
I'd twist her arm a little more, causing her to bend over slightly at the
waist. On my last twist, I released her arm and aimed a quick kick at her
face. All that practice had paid off, the top of my foot landed squarely on
the side of her face, catching her mostly on the chin. I stood back and
watched, only to see her eyes roll back slightly before she fell flat on her
back, stunned. I couldn't believe she didn't see that coming, but I guess
all that time away from the ring made her kinda rusty.
Rusty or not, I wasn't about to pass up this chance to slap a hold on
her. Almost as soon as she hit the mat, I grabbed her ankles and dragged her
to the center of the ring. Tucking her feet under my arms, I easily rolled
her into a Boston Crab. As soon as I had the hold locked in, I sat back as
far as I could, pulling her legs with all my strength to get her to submit.
At first, she didn't react much, I guess my kick had stunned her pretty
good, but after a few seconds I could feel her legs tighten up as she was
starting to resist me. I knew she'd do everything to escape, so I pulled
back as hard as I could, bending her body backward into a tight "C" shape
until I was actually sitting on her shoulder blades. Bridgette moaned out
loud as she pushed against me. In a way I couldn't believe the strength she
had, considering the contorted position I had her in. Much to my surprise,
she managed to get her arms under herself, and push her chest up off the mat
as though she was doing pushups! That almost put me off balance causing me
to fall forward, but I caught it before that happened and shifted my weight
back again, forcing her chest back onto the canvas. She let out a little
scream as her boobs got mashed to the mat again, but soon she was doing the
same thing.
I kinda figured that the only thing I was doing was tiring myself out. It
was clear that even though I was hurting her, it wouldn't be enough to get
her to submit. I would have to put something better on her. Giving one last
burst of energy, I bent her back then let her legs drop to the mat.
Instantly I got to my feet, distancing myself from her as she rolled onto
her side, her eyes nearly boring holes in me with her icy stare. I wasn't
about to give her any chance to recover, so I quickly approached her to set
her up for my next move. Dammit! In all my matches you'd think I would have
learned more. She waited until I was within striking, then lashed out at me
with her foot, catching me squarely between the legs. It wasn't a solid
kick, but it hurt enough to drop me to my knees doubled over in pain. I
suppose I had forgotten that this was a no holds bared match, but worse than
that, I had forgotten how dirty Bridgette fought!
Even though the kick hurt pretty bad, I knew it wouldn't slow me down
long enough for Bridgette to get any kind of move or hold on me. I just
kinda scurried over to the ropes and waited for a minute or so until the
throbbing subsided from my crotch. What really bugged me about this whole
thing was the fact that it would give Bridgette time to recuperate from my
crab hold, meaning that I had lost my advantage. Slowly we both got up,
circling each other a little more cautiously this time. I could see her
movements were a little less graceful, no doubt from that prolonged crab I
had her in. Still her eyes were fixed on me looking for an opening.
I knew she was going to rush me again by the way she tensed up just
before she moved. Again I was ready for her, or so I thought. As she rushed
at me again, I paused for a second then lifted my leg to nail her in the
chest. Unfortunately for me, she had expected this and dropped to the mat as
my kick hit nothing but air. While my leg was still up, she spun around with
a sweep kick, knocking my other leg out from under me. Her counter totally
caught me off guard, causing me to fall onto my back smashing my head hard
on the mat as I landed. For a moment I saw stars, then suddenly felt my leg
being wrenched up and my body being twisted over onto my belly. I didn't
even have a chance to resist and suddenly I found myself trapped in a single
leg Boston Crab!
I thought "shit!!" to myself as I felt her lean back, now pulling my
body backward into a nasty arch. Since she only had one of my legs, I knew I
wouldn't be able to power out of her hold with my limbs. I tried thrashing
my free leg around so as to throw her off balance, or kick her or something,
but was only greeted by a sharp pain as she pulled back harder, forcing my
chest onto the mat firmly. The last thing I wanted to do was give her the
satisfaction of hearing me cry in pain, but that pride was quickly forgotten
as she squatted down causing an involuntary cry to escape my mouth. She had
me trapped good, and I knew the only way out of this was to reach the ropes.
Slowly I pulled myself along the mat, fighting the pain in my back best I
could as I drew closer to the ropes. Bridgette always knew how to make a
hold work really good, and as soon as she felt me moving toward the edge of
the ring, she lifted my body up, and squatted down further causing my back
to arch further than before! Again I let out a scream of agony as my breasts
were mashed to the mat from her weight. Still I knew that if I didn't reach
the ropes soon, I'd have to submit to her!
Doing my best to fight back the pain, I continued to try and drag myself
toward the ropes. I suppose Bridgette had the same reasoning I did earlier
in thinking that I wouldn't submit to this hold and feeling that she was
wasting her energy. Good thing she thought that, because I didn't know how
much longer I'd be able to hold out. Suddenly I felt one of her hands
release my leg as the pressure on my back eased a bit. She still had a firm
grip on my other leg, and still had me bent backward pretty good, but I knew
she was about to release the hold. The way she still had me trapped, left me
in a bit of a compromising position with my crotch wide open to her. That's
why she had let go with one hand! Suddenly I felt an excruciating knife-edge
chop land right between my legs as she totally released the hold!
My entire body instantly became paralyzed with pain! The only thing I
could do was roll onto my side curled up in a fetal position holding my
crotch. Right then I had no idea where Bridgette was, or what she was
planning next, but suddenly I felt her nails dig into my scalp as she
grabbed my hair. The next thing I knew she was tugging madly to get me to my
feet. The pain between my legs was still almost unbearable, but her violent
pull on my red locks left my little choice but to get to my feet. Once she
had me standing, she fired a wicked fist into my belly, causing me to double
at the waist. Almost instantly, she pushed my head down, forcing it between
her thighs, trapping me in a standing head scissors hold. Normally I would
have known what she was trying to do, but the pain between my legs combined
with the burning feeling on my scalp, slowed my reflexes down substantially.
Suddenly I felt her arms reach around my belly and in an instant she had me
lifted upside down in position for a piledriver!
I gasped in horror! This is what she had done to me in our first match
that left me helpless. I'm sure she remembered that well and was hoping to
take me out again the same way. Panic came over me for a second, then I
realized I needed to do something if I was going to survive this. Fighting
back the pain in my body, I began flailing my legs violently, hoping to
throw her off balance enough to break the hold. Its pretty amazing what you
can do when you're hanging upside down with your doom only a short distance
from your head. As I kicked wildly, I could feel my heels hitting her on her
shoulders, so I concentrated on that. It was working! I could hear her grunt
with every kick and she was starting to stagger slightly. Still she
tightened her grip around me, trying to stabilize us enough to drive me into
the mat.
It wasn't meant to be. I felt her stagger backward a bit, then my final
kick caused her to lose balance and fall back onto the mat. As luck would
have it, I landed on top of her with my full body weight. Since she was
still holding me tightly when she fell, Bridgette was unable to brace her
self for the landing. The result was sweet! My body totally knocked the wind
from her when we fell, and now she lay on the mat gasping as she held her
belly. Again I knew I had to take advantage of this situation, and since the
whole piledriver attempt gave me time to recover from her cheap crotch-shot,
I was in pretty good shape to launch my own attack.
Before she even had a chance to get a full breath, I got up, grabbed her
ankles and began twisting her legs around mine. After a few short moves, I
dropped to the mat locking her in a figure-four leg lock. I didn't give her
any time to realize what was going on, I just put my hands back on the mat
and pushed myself up as I put all my strength down on her legs. Almost
instantly her back arched up violently as her mouth flew open in a silent
scream! I knew I had her good, there was almost no way she was going to get
out of this one without submitting or getting a busted leg. Her hands beat
wildly at the mat as her head thrashed back and forth, cries of pain echoing
in the air. I let up just enough to ask her if she wanted to give it up, but
she only hollered out "FUCK YOU!!" with a tone of agony in her voice. "Fine,
suit yourself" I replied as I put pressure on her trapped legs again.
I have no idea how she could stand this, I mean I had been in this hold
a few times, and each time I had submitted to it. She was screaming and
thrashing around like she was possessed, but refused to give in. Now she was
starting to roll back and forth, trying to get us close to the ropes. She
did manage to get a couple of roles in, but each time I managed to get her
back onto her back and put on the pressure again. Only bad thing was, now we
were pretty close to the ropes. I knew that grabbing the ropes wouldn't
force me to break the hold, but it would give her something to grab onto and
possibly find a way out of this. Still I continued to force down on her
legs, now trying to break a bone if that's what I needed to do to beat her!
In a way, she impressed me by not submitting, but that wasn't about to
stop me from trying. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to stop her either.
Again she rolled us, now almost to the ropes. I did my best to counter her,
but keeping the hold on hard and trying to stop her was proving difficult,
that and I was getting tired from applying the hold. Again I forced her legs
with all my remaining strength, and again she screamed like a wounded
animal. This time, she rolled as she screamed, actually rolling us out of
the ring under the rope, and down onto the floor! I cursed out loud! The
fall hadn't hurt, but it did force me to break the hold. Bridgette lay on
the concrete holding her knee, grimacing in pain. Knowing that the match had
to be won in the ring, I wasted no time in grabbing her by her hair, and
forcing her to her feet.
Awkwardly I forced her into the ring under the bottom rope and climbed in
after her. I had full intentions of putting the leg lock back on her, but
this time when I bent down to grab her legs, she lashed out with her
fingers, jabbing me in the eyes! Instantly I was blinded, and almost
immediately after that I felt her fist land squarely on my crotch again.
This time I didn't go down, but it hurt and I was staggering around doubled
over. No doubt she did it just to buy herself some time to recover from the
leglock. My eyes were watering and my private area ached pretty bad, but I
did manage to open my eyes only to see a blurry outline of Bridgette getting
to her feet. "Dammit!" I thought to myself. I knew I had to get back on her
before she was able to shake off the pain from the hold.
Carefully I approached her, my vision still blurry at best. She was
standing now, as my eyes focused I could see her motioning to me to come get
her. I could see she was hobbling a bit, but she moved incredibly well for
the pain she had just endured. Taking her up on her offer, I rushed at her
hoping to nail her with a tackle. Just as I got close to her, she
sidestepped me and pushed me as I flew past her, sending me chest first into
the corner turnbuckle! I was partially winded, but as I turned around I was
surprised to see her standing almost right there. In a flash she grabbed me
in a headlock and ran toward the center of the ring driving me face first to
the mat with a bulldog! It was a weak bulldog, but it did scramble my brains
for a bit. I lay there for a moment trying to clear my head. Bridgette was a
lot more resilient than I had ever imagined, and suddenly I felt her hands
in my hair pulling me up again. Once I was standing, she put me in a
headlock and began leading me around the ring again.
I staggered around behind her, my head firmly caught in her headlock.
That last move really had me dazed, but I still had enough wits about myself
to realize that I needed to do something. Even though I felt kinda weak, I
gathered every last bit of my strength and began punching her in the kidneys
in hope that she'd let go. Well the punches did have some effect on her,
unfortunately not what I had hoped for. After three or four weak shots to
her side, Bridgette growled slightly and began twisting around, now forcing
me to twist with her. I shrieked slightly as my head and neck were twisted
by her motion, and before I knew it, she had turned me so I was in an
inverted front headlock staring up at the lights. In a second, I realized
the trouble I was in! She had me set up for a reverse DDT or Scorpion
Deathdrop as some called it. None the less, I knew the effects of this move,
because that's the same move she used on me in our first match after I had
submitted to her. I also knew that the last time she did it to me, it
knocked me out.
As bad as the situation seemed, I knew she was going to drop me
eventually and the only chance I had to escape, was to get her to release
the headlock. Easier said than done. She had weakened me really good with
those last few moves, and even though she had taken a few good bumps from
me, she had managed to conserve her energy and was now easily overpowering
me. Despite the hopelessness of my situation, I clawed at her forearms
desperately trying to get her to loosen her grip, which was starting to
choke me now too. Suddenly I felt her relax the lock a bit, not much, but
just enough to feel. I took a deep breath now that my throat was partially
cleared, and looked up. My eyes met her's, and the look she had on her face
instantly spelled what she had in mind.
Bridgette was always the kind that wanted you to know what was going to
happen, especially when she knew you were helpless to stop her. The only
reason she let up a bit was just so I'd look up at her and see the cruel
blood-lust in her eyes. She looked at me for a moment, then bit her lip as
she tightened the headlock again. I let out a weak "no" as our bodies
suddenly dropped toward the mat. I was expecting to hit the canvas and have
everything go black, but to my surprise I stopped suddenly and felt a
numbness come over my entire body. Bridgette had used a new move on me yet
again. Instead of driving my head into the mat like she had done before, she
had dropped to one knee as we fell, bringing the back of my neck down hard
onto her extended knee! I rolled off her knee onto the mat, my whole body
tingling. I just lay there for a moment trying to get my senses back. Slowly
I began to roll onto my side, a terribly sharp pain running down my spine
with every move I made. That move really hurt, I tried to get up, but the
pain was just too much, I whimpered as I collapsed on the mat again.
Next thing I knew, I felt her talon like nails scratching my scalp again
as she buried her hands in my hair. The tugging was excruciating and the
only thing I could do was awkwardly get to my feet as she pulled me up
again. That drop she had just done to me had really messed me up bad. Even
though I was standing now, all my strength was pretty much being used just
to stay upright, never mind fighting back somehow. She held me up by my
hair, looking into my glazed over eyes for a second, then yanked me toward
her, nailing me in the belly with her knee. Of course I was unable to do
anything except let her manhandle me at will, I didn't even have time to
tighten up my stomach before she nailed me. As expected, I doubled over at
the waist holding my belly, a loud grunt being forced from my mouth as I
did. Next thing I knew, she had forced my head down between her thighs again
and had started wrapping her arms around my waist. I gasped in horror! She
was going for a piledriver again, only this time I wasn't sure if I'd have
the strength to fight out of it!
As she tightened her grip around my belly, I tried to step back, making
it more difficult to upend me. This was late in the match and I figured that
she was probably tired as well and any effort I made to make the move more
difficult to do, may just stop her from being able to do it. Or so I hoped!
If she did manage to get me into piledriver position, I figured I'd just
kick and fight with every last bit of strength I had left, even if it meant
I'd be helpless to do anything after. One thing I did not want was to be
piledriven by her. In my past matches that move had always ended the match
for me, it seemed it was one move I was really vulnerable to. Bridgette knew
this, and that's why she had tried to nail me with it earlier during the
match, now I could only hope that I could stop her from succeeding on this
third try. Now getting dropped on my head did scare me, but that wasn't what
had me terrified. Bridgette knew that if she managed to knock me out, she'd
be able to put me into any kind of hold she wanted while I was out on the
mat. The last time she got that opportunity, I ended up hurt pretty bad, and
her last words to me before this match were "this time I'm gonna do you
good!" How could I not be worried about that?
So there I stood, my head firmly lodged between Bridgette's thighs, her
hands wrapped around my stomach about to lift me into position. She
tightened her grip slightly and let out a soft groan as she was about to
pull up. As soon as she did, I tried to shift my weight back so as to make
myself harder to lift. Almost instantly, she loosened her grip slightly. For
a second, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that my resistance just may
have hampered her ability to perform the move. She released her grip around
my belly and placed her hands flat on my butt and paused for a moment. It
was like she was thinking of what she could do to me instead, seeing as how
I was still coherent enough to resist her, even if it was only weakly.
My sigh of relief was quickly forgotten as I felt her grab my bikini and
pull it up into a wedgie, forcing my head tighter between her thighs.
Bridgette held tension on my bottoms for a moment and chuckled slightly.
"Not this time bitch!" she hissed as she released my bikini and slid her
hands down along the back of my thighs. Now I was truly terrified! She had
been anticipating my every move and had planned this all along! Her hands
stopped on the back of my legs just above my knees. I could feel her sharp
nails dig into my flesh as she tightened her grip again. With a heavy grunt,
she pulled my legs toward her and stood up straight, pulling my legs up into
my chest as she got upright. She now had me upside down, holding me in
position by the back of my thighs. I was bent in an awkward inverted
position with my knees forced into my chest and my head still firmly trapped
between her thighs. She had figured out a way to counter my resistance to
her move! I was totally helpless, my legs held firmly in position by her
painful grip leaving me no way to struggle out of the hold.
I whimpered slightly as she held me in this new piledriver position,
knowing there was nothing I could to stop her. She just stood there letting
the blood rush to my head, like she was giving me a moment to think about
what was about to happen to me. I cried out weakly from sheer terror,
begging her not to do this to me. Again I heard her chuckle, like she was
getting off on my cries for mercy. She held me like this for a few more
seconds, then I felt her squat down slightly and jump up as high as she
could just before she kicked her legs out in front of her, crashing the two
of us down to the mat, landing on her butt! Next thing I remembered was
feeling my head hit the canvas just before everything went black.
I'm not sure how long I was knocked out, but it must have been for a
couple of minutes for sure. Slowly my vision started to come back, I
remember opening my eyes slightly, not sure where I was or what had
happened. The lights on the ceiling looked blurry and distorted as I lay
there on my back, almost like they had hallows around them. I just lay there
for a moment, trying to figure out what had happened to me. It took awhile,
but my senses began coming back to me. I tried to turn my head to look
around, but was instantly stopped by a sharp shooting pain in my neck. Now
my head began to ache, slowly at first, then like a pounding hangover. I
moaned as I closed my eyes again. Then I realized what had happened. The way
Bridgette had set me up for that piledriver had left me no way to struggle
out of it, or even prepare myself for the drop. She had nailed me good, just
like she said she was going to, and now I lay on the mat still unable to
move.
The first movement I tried to make was to bring my hands up to rub my
aching head, but when I tried, I was shocked to realize I couldn't move my
hands. At first a wave of terror came over me, fearing that she had broken
my neck! Then after a few more attempts, I realized why I couldn't move my
hands. They were tied behind my back! With all the strength I could gather,
I lifted my head slightly to see what was happening. To my horror, the first
thing I saw when I looked up was my breasts. Bridgette had stripped me of my
top and no doubt used it to tie my hands behind my back. As my eyes slowly
focused, I could see her standing between my widely spread legs, looking
down at me with a cruel smirk on her face. Suddenly I realized completely
what was going on. While I was out, Bridgette had removed my top and used it
to tie me up, then rolled me onto my back and waited for me to wake up. The
match was not over! From the moment my eyes met her's, I knew exactly what
she was planning. She was waiting for me to come around so she could put a
final submission hold on me! I let out a moan of despair as I lay my head
back down on the mat, waiting for her to finish me.
I felt her cold hands grab each of my calves, and pull my legs up into
a vertical position. She was still standing and now had a firm grip on my
legs, holding them in a wide "V" position. I could only hope she wasn't
going to do what I thought she was, but in a second, she dropped to her
knees, forcing my legs apart with her own weight, putting me in an
excruciating wishbone hold! Almost instantly I felt the muscles in my inner
thighs stretch to their limit, instinctively I arched my back and threw my
head back as I cried out. Bridgette leaned over me, putting all her weight
down to get my legs to split even further. I struggled against my bound
hands, but it was useless, she had me right where she wanted me, and even if
I had been free, I doubt if I would have had the strength to resist.
She'd release the pressure for a second, just long enough for the pain
to ease up a bit, then she'd tighten her grip and force my thighs apart even
further, each time causing me to cry out louder. Then as suddenly as she had
started, she let off and let my legs drop to the mat. I was confused. Why
hadn't she waited for me to submit? I suppose the effects of the piledriver
were still effecting me, because I should have known she was only toying
with me. Again she got to her feet and grabbed my ankles. Then she dragged
my body so my feet were facing the most concentrated part of the spectators,
Lynn in particular. I was still too weak to do anything, she just dragged me
around like a rag doll. Once she had me on the mat where she wanted, she
straddled my belly and dropped to her knees looking down at my bikini
bottoms.
I tried to look up at what she was doing, then suddenly realized what
I was in for. She had placed me on the mat the way she did so everyone could
get a good look at how she was going to finish me! It wouldn't be enough for
her to just get me to surrender, no, she wanted to make sure I was
humiliated in the process. No sooner had I realized this when I felt her
hands grab the strings on the sides of my bottoms. Slowly she tugged at
them, causing them to come undone. Then with a quick tug, she pulled up and
stripped the garment from me, now leaving me naked on the mat. I could hear
Lynn shout out some kind of protest to this, but she was helpless to
interfere until the match was over. Bridgette just chuckled and shouted back
some kind of curse at her, then reached down, grabbing my calves again.
The whole time I was pleading with her not to do this, but I knew she
had no desire to show any mercy on me, in fact, I felt her nails dig into my
calves even deeper this time, like she was really going to hurt me bad.
Again she pulled my legs up into a "V" position, spreading me widely for
everyone to see, then leaned forward with her weight, forcing my legs apart
again. I can't remember exactly, but I think I must have been crying from
the humiliating position she had me in, showing my privates off to the
spectators like I was her trophy. My modesty was suddenly forgotten as she
took a deep breath and pushed down with all her weight, spreading me wide
like a wishbone!
She must have been playing with me the first time she did this, because
now it felt like my muscles were going to tear out of my skin! I thrashed
and screamed, as she forced my legs wider apart, not easing up this time,
just putting all her strength into torturing me. Finally I cried out my
surrender, but she didn't let go. She just kept splitting my legs like she
was trying to break me in half. Again I cried out my submission, louder like
a scream this time. I heard Lynn yell out for her to release me as I
screamed my surrender over and over. Finally, Bridgette dropped my legs and
sat back on my chest. Then I felt her finger run down the center of my
crotch just before she stood up. She looked down at me, licking the finger
she had violated me with as I rolled onto my side crying, curling up into a
fetal position to try to hide my naked body. Saying nothing, she reached
down, grabbed my bikini bottoms and walked from the ring back to her
dressing room. Next thing I knew, Nitro and Lynn were at my side putting a
robe over me. Nitro said nothing, he just put his arms around me and carried
me back to my dressing room.
As I sat on the couch in my room, Nitro untied my hands and put an ice
pack on my neck. Gently he lay me down, and ran his fingers through my hair.
"You took some nasty bumps", he said, "Should we take you to the hospital?"
he asked. I just smiled and motioned for him to come closer. I kissed his
cheek as I thanked him for his help and said I'd be fine. Bridgette's
beating had left me pretty sore, but it was the final humiliation that hurt
the most. I'm sure that the question in everyone's mind is, will I fight her
again? To be honest, I really don't know. This was the second time she
brutalized me, and I'm not really a glutton for punishment. But as you can
all imagine, there is some unfinished business here, so don't be surprised
if I face her again. Only next time, I'll be a different person.

Amanda xoxoxo

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