The Bare Essentials

She thought it was thunder. At least, she did at first.

 

Debbie Parris stepped from behind the curtain and let the roar of the crowd wash over her, the sound of their appreciation instilling a confidence in her that had heretofore been absent. As she made her way towards the ring, some members of the audience lent over the barrier, eager for a touch of her hand or even her black curly hair that bounced in time with every step that Debbie took. Those that were unable to reach her, satisfied themselves with just a look at what the twenty year old brunette was, or more importantly what she wasn't, wearing tonight. They were not disappointed.

 

Debbie wore a backless, red swimsuit, kept up by what seemed like a special arrangement with gravity to take the night off. The design allowed the muscle tone of her back to be seen in all its glory, taut and muscular, yet still feminine. The rest of Debbie's frame was similar. She was broad shouldered, but not excessively so. Standing at only five feet and six inches tall, she could hardly be described as an amazon. Nonetheless, her physique was clearly fit and few members of the audience, men included, would have challenged her. Her ample chest was barely contained by the outfit and her breasts looked ready to liberate themselves at any moment.

 

Across the front of the swimsuit, a white flash zigzagged diagonally, from Debbie's left breast, down to her right thigh. An effective illustration of her stage name, Lightning. For a second Debbie remembered her initial reaction to the noise of the crowd and realised how appropriate an analogy it had been. Thunder and Lightning.

 

On a normal night, Debbie's outfit would have been completed with her bright red boots. Tonight though, Debbie approached the ring barefoot, the floor of the aisle feeling unusually cold against the soles of her feet. The reason for this change was sitting on a stool, in the corner of the ring, watching Debbie approach. Her name was Cathy.

 

Cathy "The Catastrophe" Cannor always fought barefoot and tonight's match would be no different. No-one knew exactly why Cathy always declined from fighting in boots, though the most frequent rumour was that she liked to feel her defeated opponents under her feet. Looking at her opponent, Debbie thought that such a rumour probably wasn't far from the truth.

 

"The Catastrophe" was an imposing figure, even sitting down. She was in her early forties, with short, cropped blond hair. Her face was attractive, yet stem. Cathy only smiled when someone else suffered. In most of her matches, she smiled a lot. Cathy's outfit was more modest than Debbie's but no less appealing as a result. She wore a silver metallic swimsuit, with a large circle cut from the centre to expose her exquisite midriff, a smooth stomach, toned to absolute perfection. Despite her latter years, Cathy's overall physique was far more defined than Debbie's. Cathy's long, muscular legs had often put a smile on her face whilst she wrapped them around the torsos of her many hapless victims over the years. The look on her face suggested she planned to do the same tonight.

 

As Debbie leapt over the top rope and into the ring, the crowd erupted into their loudest cheer yet. Debbie could not help but break into a wide smile and wander to the centre of the ring, acknowledging the rapturous crowd, drawing energy from their adulation. This was to be the first time Debbie had fought without a referee, her first all-in, no holds barred match. She needed the crowd to get through this. They would be her strength.

 

The opening bell came suddenly and well before Debbie had tune to compose herself. Cathy, on the other hand, was focused on the moment and when the bell went she leapt from her chair like a greyhound out of a trap. Debbie turned to see the blond powerhouse coming straight for her and could do little to avoid the perfect flying kick that Cathy had executed Cathy's right foot smacked into Debbie's jaw, the other thudded into the brunette's right bosom. Any illusions Debbie may have been under that a kick without boots would not hurt were immediately dispelled. She stumbled backwards into the ropes, only just managing to stay on her feet.

 

Cathy moved in fast as Debbie floundered against the ropes. Before Debbie was able to steady herself, Cathy powered her right knee between the young girl's legs. Cathy's knee crashed into Debbie's sex, bringing a scream of agony from her as the impact of the blow sent white hot pain coursing through her body. Cathy smiled, pleased with the effect of the technique. She addressed the crowd, who had already started to boo the villainous fighter. "If a job's worth doing," she shouted, snarling at the jeering spectators, "it's worth doing twice" The statement was Cathy's catchphrase and all present knew what it meant. Debbie realised what was coming but had little time to prevent it Once again, Cathy's knee crashed into the brunette's groin. Debbie cried out and her hands dropped to her now tender womanhood.

 

Cathy took advantage immediately, unleashing a powerful punch to Debbie's left breast. Cathy's fist was almost enveloped by the enormous orb as it sunk in to the flesh. She quickly threw another punch, this time at Debbie's right bosom. Debbie moaned as the blows found their target without mercy. She knew she had to get off the ropes, as long as she was trapped here the fight might as well be over for her. Struggling to focus though the battering her breasts were receiving, Debbie saw an opening. And took it.

 

Slowly, so as not to indicate to Cathy what she had planned, Debbie secured her grip on the ropes, wrapping them around her anus and grasping them tightly with her hands. Until now, she had merely been trapped by the ropes. Now she intended to use them. Once secure, Debbie waited fur the right moment. Cathy was still pounding her breasts as though they were punch bags. Each strike bought with it a new wave of pain, not to mention further cries of derision from the crowd. Debbie knew she had to endure for just a few seconds longer.

 

Debbie watched as Cathy drew her fist back, preparing to throw another punch. As Cathy swung her fist, Debbie leant back at the last possible second. Cathy's fist missed by only millimeters but it was enough for Debbie. Immediately, she kicked her legs upwards, whilst still gripping the ropes. Her legs swung first outwards and then together, one on either side of Cathy's neck. Resting her legs on Cathy's shoulders, Debbie quickly locked her ankles behind the older woman's head and secured the head scissors with a cry of triumph. For a second, Debbie hung suspended between the ropes and Cathy. Debbie then twisted her body at the waist sharply, turned her legs quickly and flipped Cathy to the canvas. Cathy landed heavily on her back to sounds of elation from the watching audience.

 

As Cathy rose groggily to her feet, Debbie released her grip of the ropes and waited for Cathy to get to her feet. Once upright, Cathy sneered at Debbie, amazed at what had just happened. "You stupid little girl," she said. "D'you think I'm gonna let you get up when I knock you down? You've just missed the only chance you gonna ge- Ooooooofff!!!" Debbie's foot crashed into Cathy's stomach, cutting her off mid-rant.

 

"You talk too much," said Debbie simply and kicked Cathy again, the ball of her foot burying itself into the pit of Cathy's gut. As it did so, Debbie felt a pleasant sensation she had not felt in combat before. Although she was not sure what was causing it, she had her suspicions.
They would have to wait until later though, a winded and angry Cathy was charging towards her. Using the older woman's momentum against her, Debbie let Cathy get close and in one smooth movement placed one arm between the charging woman's legs, her other arm across Cathy's shoulder, lifted the hefty blond and them slammed her into the mat. A perfect bodyslam.

 

Cathy groaned and again rose to her feet, slower this time than before. She looked at Debbie and in a gesture of peace, offered the brunette a hand of friendship. The crowd immediately sprang to life, a thousand voices telling Debbie not to fall for it, to stay away. For her part, Debbie played on the moment, looking to Cathy's outstretched hand, then to the crowd, shrugging her shoulders as though uncertain of what to do next.

 

Eventually, and to screams of panic from the crowd, Debbie approached Cathy and offered her hand. The moment their hands gripped, Debbie quickly turned 360 degrees, twisting Cathy's arm. When the move was complete, the two fighters were still holding hands, but Debbie was clearly in total control. Her hands gripped Cathy tightly, one held the blond woman's hand, the other clasped Cathy's wrist. Cathy was leaning forwards, fruitlessly trying to ease the pain in her twisted appendage.
"I may be a good girl," said Debbie, smugly, "but I'm not stupid." Cathy moaned as Debbie increased pressure on the captive arm.
"No no no please no," pleaded Cathy.
"Your vocabulary seems somewhat limited," said Debbie. "Let's see if we can improve that shall we?"
Pulling down on Cathy's trapped arm, Debbie swung her left leg up and over the trapped limb, turning as she did so. Debbie was now facing away from the bowed Cathy, the blond woman's arm trapped between her legs.

 

"Oh no, not that, please no," squealed Cathy, having correctly assuming what was coming next.
"Sorry old-timer," said Debbie and immediately pulled upwards on Cathy's arm. Cathy screamed as her already twisted limb was forced up, against Debbie's groin. The veteran fighter could feel the bone and muscle in her shoulder stretching painfully, threatening to tear if she did not do something fast. Debbie relaxed the pressure for a second, only to apply it again with even more venom. Cathy cried out, a burst of intense pain followed by... nothing. Cathy feared the worst as her shoulder began to feel numb, useless. She needed to act now or risk losing to this young pretender.

 

With her free hand, Cathy reached behind her and up, feeling the air blindly until she found her objective. Grasping Debbie's black, curly locks tightly, Cathy pulled her tormentor down across her back. Debbie's first instinct was to put her hands to her head, hoping to break Cathy's spiteful grip. As soon as she let go of Cathy's hand, Cathy took control of the situation, drawing on her years of experience. The hand that was holding Debbie's hair released it, only to grab the brunette by the neck. Cathy's other arm though still between Debbie's legs, was no longer trapped but wrapped around Debbie's right thigh.

 

Taking a deep breath, Cathy stood slowly upright hoisting Debbie off the ground and across her shoulders with the power of a champion weight lifter. Cathy roared in triumph as she held her prize aloft, ignoring Debbie's desperate attempts to unbalance her. "Stop struggling," ordered Cathy, pulling down on Debbie's neck and thigh to emphasise the point. Debbie groaned as her back was stretched against the blond woman's shoulders. "And now," said Cathy, "I'm going to teach what No-Holds-Barred really means." Less than a second later, Cathy dropped sharply to her knees. Debbie screamed as the jarring impact reverberated through her spine like a electric shock. She had little time to recover when she felt Cathy again pull downwards on her neck and thigh, straining her already damaged back. This time the pain was worse, like a drawn out version the intense burst of pain she had just felt Debbie bit back the scream of agony that was building in her lungs. She wouldn't give the old slapper the satisfaction.

 

Cathy rose slowly to her feet, noticing that Debbie had stopped struggling. A clear indication that this would all be over soon. She smiled, and spoke the words that Debbie had been dreading. "If a job's worth doing" she said, "It's worth doing  " For the first time since the start of the match, the crowd fell silent. There was a moment of perfect anticipation, a thousand hands ready to cover a thousand eyes.

 

"Twice." said Cathy. She jumped upwards, tucked her Legs beneath her and crashed to her knees. The loud thump as her knees hit the canvas turned to a thunderous like rumble as the ensuing vibration shook the ring like a small earthquake. Accompanying the Thunder was the sound of lightning, no longer able to prevent a scream of anguish making itself heard by all present. Even a few passers by outside could only guess what had just transpired inside the auditorium.

 

Debbie did not have to guess. She knew exactly what had happened, the burning pain throughout her entire body was reminder enough. Her eyes had began to water, not tears but a response to the agony she was being forced to endure with what appeared to be little hope for respite. She realised that Cathy had again lifted her aloft and was now walking towards the corner post. Debbie struggled wildly but every movement sent a bolt of pain throughout her body. Instead she could only capitulate to the blond powerhouse. For now.

 

Cathy hoisted Debbie off her shoulders and placed her in the corner of the ring, against the turnbuckle - upside down. Each of Debbie's splayed legs hung on either side of the corner post, hanging over the top rope at the knee. Her arms lay uselessly on the canvas and her hefty bosoms dangled onto her chin.. "I don't think I've hurt you enough yet," said Cathy. 'That's about to change." Cathy placed a hand on each of Debbie's inverted Thighs, partly to keep the brunette in place and partly to brace herself for what she was planning.

 

If Debbie had been standing upright, Cathy's headbutt would probably have concussed the young fighter. As it was, Debbie probably would have preferred it that way. Cathy's vicious headbutt caught Debbie squarely in the crotch, the older woman's forehead crashing authoritatively into Debbie's vulnerable vagina. The brunette's scream caught in her throat as her body jerked in torment. Sheer, unalloyed pain tore through Debbie's body, as tears began to form in her intense green eyes.

 

Cathy showed her sympathy by driving her knee hard into the sobbing girl's exposed midriff, robbing Debbie of what little breath still remained her. "Lightening" Parris was finished and literally hung out to dry. Any other fighter would have walked away and toasted a well one victory. Any fighter except Cathy Connor.

 

Dragging the beaten brunette from the corner post, Cathy pulled Debbie's sobbing form to the centre of the mat. With her feet either side of Debbie's body, Cathy looked down on her vanquished opponent and smiled. "I've got a message for your mother. When you wake up, tell her - she's next!" Debbie quickly realised what was coming and made a futile effort to roll away. Cathy stopped her with a swift stamp to the young girl's breast, digging her heel deep into the soft mammary.

 

Dropping quickly to her knees to pin Debbie's weakened arms, Cathy positioned her groin just above the brunette's chin. For a moment Cathy placed all her weight onto Debbie's recently battered breasts, forcing her rump down hard on the bruised bosoms. None of the audience were sure how long Debbie's subsequent squeal of pain lasted as it was soon muffled by Cathy's unforgiving crotch.

 

Moving slightly forward, Cathy gripped the brunette's raven hair in both hands and pulled Debbie's head up sharply into her welcoming crotch. Debbie's protests were audible to few in the audience, the occasional suppressed sob interspersed with a sound that can only be made by a woman with a faceful of pussy. Cathy began to writhe in delight as she forced Debbie's face up into her virile sex lips. The blonde battler was soon moaning to herself as her pleasure increased with each passing second. As she continued to grind her increasingly wet vagina into the face of her stricken foe, Cathy's head fell back in ecstasy and she looked skywards to the bright lights of the auditorium.

 

Still Debbie's weak protests continued and Cathy released one hand from the girl's dark locks, the other still quite capable of positioning the girl's face in all the right places. With her free hand, Cathy placed her fingers at her intensely satisfied crotch and pulled aside the silver metallic material that covered her blond thatch just enough to ensure that Debbie was now getting a mouthful of blond hair. Feeling Debbie's features against the soft pink flesh of her pussy was more pleasure than Cathy could contain and her orgasm exploded with the force of an atomic ecstasy bomb.

 

Satiated at last, Cathy rose from the barely conscious body of her humiliated victim. Debbie's face was red and a few short blond hairs were visible on the Brunette's nose and lips. Cathy stood and received her tumultuous applause from the crowd, acknowledging Debbie only long enough to place a bare foot on the young girl's sobbing face.

 

"I win." said Cathy "The Catastrophe" Connor.