Amanda vs. Bridget

By: WSX and Janet Brown


Note: This is a co-written story, done with Janet Brown.



Amanda will be fighting against another new girl, Bridget Thomas. Bridget is a tough biker girl newly arrived from Wales. Bill, the assistant commissioner, set up the match for the Extreme League. He stated that the only way for a girl to win this match is to pin their opponent inside the ring for five seconds. A referee will be on hand only to make the pin count. There are no other rules and anything else is considered legal.

As a reminder, here is the Women's Extreme Wrestling League description: The matches are held in a warehouse, which seats about 200 fans. A standard wrestling ring used, and the fans sit in three rows of bleachers on all sides of the ring. Instead of using the normal metal crowd dividers, there are four sections of chain link fences that separate the crowd from the ring. There is a gap between each section of the fence so wrestlers can make their way to the ring or enter the stands for weapons. The fence is four and a half feet high. Two sections of the fence will have some special modifications, while the other two sections will not. One section of the fence has barbwire strung to it, from top to bottom, on the ring side of the fence. Another section of the fence is hooked up to a generator, which will deliver a five second electric shock. This section has a switch so the wrestlers can turn on the electricity or turn it off. Once on, a five second electric shock will
be given to anything touching the fence. Then there will be a break for fifteen seconds before another five second electric shock is given. This will continue until the switch is turned off.

Now on to the main event.

To the intense, pounding beat of Cozy Powell's "Dance With the Devil", Bridget Thomas stepped out from behind the curtain and, hands on hips, surveyed the Extreme Arena and its baying crowd for the first time. Standing five foot ten tall and weighing one hundred and fifty seven pounds, Bri cut an impressive figure especially as she spent hours a day exercising and toning her body which, with it's all over tan and well toned muscles, was a real turn on for those who liked their women large and powerful. Dressed mostly in black, from her ankle length wrestling boots via fishnet tights to her very short, almost for decoration only, pleated skirt and on to her sports bra, the only item she wore in a different colour was her white thong which flashed itself at the crowd with almost calculated impudence with each move she made. Her raven black hair was razor cut and she wore no make-up or visible jewellery.

Flaunting her way down towards the ring, Bridget heard the crowd baying for her blood and this fazed her not in the slightest for she had known right from the start that her opponent, Amanda, being a regular here, would be the fan's favourite. Indeed, Bri appeared to relish being cast in the role of the villain for she openly taunted and teased the crowd, showering them with insults and giving them the finger as she approached the ring. One overly brave or dedicated fan of Amanda even had the audacity to spit at her as she passed, the dollop of saliva landing on Bri's upper right thigh just over where a large red tattoo curled down her leg, the exact nature of the design obscured by her tights. Pausing for a moment, Bridget turned towards the fan and, smiling sweetly, said to him in her lilting Welsh accent, "That's a dirty habit you've got there." just before her right fist smashed into his face, sending the man tumbling back into the crowd, blood spurting from his
clearly broken nose. Laughing gaily, even as the security team rushed to the area, Bridget returned to her purposeful march towards the ring and the shoulder bag that already awaited her in her corner.

Then Amanda appeared in the entrance way. As the crowd saw her, they erupted into a rousing chorus of cheers. Amanda was the most beautiful girl in the league and a crowd favourite. Amanda is 5'9" and weighs 141 lb. Amanda started toward the ring, wearing her matching blue bra and blue silk, string bikini panties. She was also wearing her sexy, red high-heeled boots, which came up just below her knees. Amanda's long brown hair hung half way down her back. Amanda was really looking hot, wearing red lipstick and red fingernail polish, to match her boots. She waved to the crowd as she walked toward the ring. Bridget seems secretly pleased that Amanda is getting all the cheers while the booing is reserved for her. Amanda slides into the ring. The crowd is anxious for the fight to begin. Amanda watches as Bridget turns toward the fans and starts yelling at a couple guys in the first row. Amanda sees her opportunity to attack the larger girl while she is not
looking and she runs across the ring and jumps in the air, delivering a hard drop kick right into Bridget's lower back. Bridget was not expecting this and is knocked off her feet. The ringside bell is rung, officially starting the match.

Amanda is the first to make it to her feet. Bridget pulls herself up using the ropes. Amanda rushes her and jumps on her back. She places her arm around Bridget's throat and begins to choke her. Bridget gasps for air. She is not used to being on the losing end, especially to a smaller opponent. Amanda continues the choke. Finally Bridget backs toward the nearest corner and throws herself backwards, slamming Amanda's back into the turnbuckle. Amanda groans in pain but still has the hold. Bridget takes a step from the corner and then repeats the move. Amanda's arm loosens. Bridget repeats the move a third time. Amanda moans louder and releases the hold and slumps back into the corner. Bridget turns around and quickly drives a hard punch into Amanda's bare belly. Amanda lets out a loud groan as the air escapes her lungs. Bridget then delivers another punch to Amanda's belly, followed by another, and another, and another. Bridget is very strong and these
punches are connecting with a lot of force. After two more punches, Amanda's body slides down and she drops to her butt in the corner, her arms slung over the middle rope. Bridget lifts her leg and places her boot on Amanda's throat. Amanda gasps for air and quickly brings her hands to Bridget's boot. Bridget grabs the ropes for support, not allowing Amanda to push her boot away. Amanda is struggling to breathe as Bridget continues to apply pressure.

Smirking down at the American, Bri asked, "They pay you well for this, Jobber?" Upon hearing the term, Amanda's eyes flared with anger and the Welsh girl knew that her verbal barb had hit its mark. "Yes, Jobber girl? You want to say something? I've seen your record and I have to point out that it's pretty pathetic . you're only still here, I reckon, 'cos you got pretty looks and The Commissioner is busy screwing you every chance he gets." Hearing this, Amanda redoubled her efforts to stand but Bri simply pressed harder with her boot, smiling as she watched the other girl burning up her energy uselessly. "But good looks don't last forever, you know . hey, what's the fastest time for winning a bout in this League anyway? I reckon you're about out already . if I keep my foot where it is for say, another thirty seconds, you'll be well and truly gone . then all I have to do is to turn you over for an easy pin . and the fastest victory on record is mine."

The full, unopened can of Budweiser beer arched across the ring and hit the gloating woman just over her right ear, catching Bri totally unaware. Staggering to her left, she cursed, then shook her head to clear it while the crowd erupted with cheers. Snarling, she bent, grabbed the can and ran over to the section of the ropes that bordered the area of the crowd from where the weapon had been thrown. "Okay you bastards!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Which one of you mother-fuckers does this belong to?" From one side of the rear-most benches a tall, bald man stood, his beer belly hanging proudly over his belt, "And what's it to you, bitch?" he snarled back as the mob howled encouragement to him. Pulling back her arm, Bri left fly but the can was slightly off target and missed its intended victim by a good foot. Now the crowd erupted into disdainful laughter mixed with loud jeers with regard to the throwing ability of women.

While all this had been going on, Amanda had been almost forgotten but the break had granted her time to get her bearings, suck in several badly needed lungfuls of air, and to stand, her hand rubbing at her pained throat. Finding herself once again looking at her opponent's unsuspecting back, she smiled to herself and, holding a single finger to her lips, she theatrically begged the fans to ignore her actions. Creeping up behind Bridget, she swiftly removed her own blue bikini top, her impressive breasts swaying free and, gripping the material in both hands, she looped the garment over the Welsh girl's head before pulling hard, attempting to garrotte Bri with the silk.

Wide eyed, her body arched back, fingers desperately scrabbling at the material that was cutting off her air supply, Bridget cursed her own stupidity and vowed that, if she were to get out of this situation, she'd never make the same fucking mistake again. Lifting her foot, she smashed her booted heel once, twice, three times onto Amanda's instep, slowly forcing the American to spread her legs in an attempt to get her feet out of range. Taking a chance, Bri now released her grip on the garrotte and immediately felt the pressure against her windpipe redouble but now she had weapons and, quick as a striking snake and just as accurate, she slipped her right arm behind her before burying her hand deep inside Amanda's panties. "What the fuck?" yelped the American just before she screamed as Bri's nails dug into her tender outer lips. Both women rode out the pain that was being inflicted upon them and, for a time, it looked like Amanda's choke hold would win the day but
then the biker girl managed to wiggle two fingers deep inside her opponent's vagina where her nails continued to do their dirty work. In agony now, Amanda released her grip and allowed her top to flutter away and, instead, reached down, grabbing hold of Bri's wrist with both her hands, trying desperately to free herself from the woman's hold on her and to get the tormenting nails out of the bottom half of her bikini.

Bridget continues to claw at Amanda's pussy. Amanda is in complete agony and she is desperately trying to pull Bridget's hand away from her crotch. Bridget is stronger and keeps up her attack. Amanda is desperate to get free and digs a couple of fingernails into Bridget's wrist. Bridget finally releases the hold and Amanda buries her hands between her legs as she winces in pain. Bridget looks down at the scratches on her wrists and becomes even angrier. She turns around and pulls her fist back and sends a hard punch right into Amanda's ribs. Amanda drops to the mat in even more pain. Bridget then raises her boot and stomps down on Amanda's bare belly. But Bridget doesn't remove her boot, she leaves it on Amanda's belly and applies pressure. Amanda grabs Bridget's boot and tries to move it...but it won't budge. Amanda is trying to free her belly but Bridget just increases the pressure...

Bridget then begins to step over Amanda, allowing all of her weight to be brought down on Amanda's belly. Bridget then moves her boot as Amanda curls into a ball. Bridget stands over her opponent, smiling. The fans are showing their displeasure by letting out a round of boos. Bridget sneers at the crowd and then reaches down and grabs a handful of Amanda's hair. She pulls Amanda up and then throws her toward the ropes. Amanda stumbles and is sent flying through the ropes. She crashes down to the arena floor. Bridget then goes over to the side of the ring and slides out. She makes her way over to Amanda and pulls the topless beauty to her feet. She then whips Amanda around, throwing her back first into a section of the fence. Amanda hits the fence and then drops to her knees as she moans. Bridget then comes up to Amanda and drives her knee into the side of Amanda's head, knocking her to the arena floor. The crowd is booing Bridget again. Bridget points at
Amanda and says, "If you think your favourite fucking little wrestler isn't looking good now, wait till you see what else I have planned for the bitch!"

Bridget raises her leg and drops her knee down on Amanda's lower back. Amanda lets out a pain filled moan. Bridget repeats the move once more. She then reaches down and scoops Amanda's body up. She starts to drop Amanda as she lowers herself to one knee. She drops Amanda's lower back on her outstretched knee...giving the brunette a killer back breaker. Bridget holds her in place as Amanda lets out a long groan. With Amanda draped across her knee, Bridget raises her right fist and drives it down into Amanda's belly. Bridget continues to pound on Amanda's tight belly. Amanda is moaning in pain as both her back and belly are now in pain. Bridget delivers a dozen hard punches. She then says, "Well, I think I need to continue what I started a few minutes ago, before I was interrupted." Bridget then slides her hand into Amanda's panties once again. Amanda lets out a scream as Bridget once again starts to claw at her vagina. Amanda is still trapped in the
over-the-knee-back-breaker and she is in serious trouble now...

"Oh, do be quiet!" Bri teased. "You Americans are so loud and now you're giving me a headache!" As the relentless nails were worked deeper into Amanda's pussy, the suffering woman started to scream again . only to find that her cry of agony was cut off as Bridget clamped her free hand around her opponent's throat and squeezed. "Ah, much better," the Welsh fighter taunted, "Blissful silence."

Things were looking very grim for Amanda and there were many in the crowd who felt that it was only a matter of time before the local beauty was weakened so much that Bridget would go for the pin . but Amanda still had her army of loyal fans and one managed to leave his seat and evade the security staff long enough for him to squeeze though between two sections of the fence where he grabbed hold of Bridget and pulled her away from the object of his devotion. Spitting and cursing, the dark haired foreigner tried to turn on the man but he had the advantage of surprise on his side and before Bridget could do anything, he pounded two powerful blows into her back just over her kidney. Now the security staff caught up with what was occurring and a small group of them grabbed the fan and started to drag him away towards the exit even while he cursed and spat obscenities in Bridget's direction. With both fighters down, it was now a race to recover and, clearly, the Welsh girl
had the advantage for she was much less injured than her rival. Seeking a weapon to use against Amanda, Bri spotted a fire extinguisher placed, for safety reasons, next to the control equipment of the section of the fence that was electrified. Smiling, Bridget started to move towards the red painted metal cylinder with its distinguishing blue strips.

Some distance away, Amanda managed to pull herself painfully to her feet, her hair dishevelled, her body bruised, her naked breasts swaying as she moved. Taking a breath, she looked around to see what her opponent was up to and as Bridget snatched up the fire extinguisher from where it sat, Amanda remained unworried for she knew that, as a weapon, the heavy metal cylinder would be far to cumbersome to wield easily and, if the Welsh girl were to try to use it as such, Amanda figured that it would slow the bitch down so much that it would actually give her an advantage. And if Bridget were to use the thing the way the makers intended? Amanda smiled to herself - a little stream of water? What did she have to be afraid of? Okay, yeah, when Nicky had used one on her some months previously, Amanda recalled that she'd ended up taking a beating from her old rival but, in that situation, Nicky had caught her by surprise . this time she could see what her opponent was
preparing to do and she was ready to deal with it . regrettably, Amanda's shocking lack of knowledge of fire fighting equipment was about to be her undoing.

Bri crossed the arena floor towards where her rival waited, leaning against the outside of the ring as she recovered. Both girls were weak and weary now, down to their last reserves of strength. Bridget aimed the hose of the extinguisher towards Amanda and pulled the trigger.

The fine, white powder shot out of the hose and enveloped a surprised Amanda's head. Blinded as the stuff got into her eyes and choking as it worked its way up her nose and into her mouth, the American wondered just what the fuck was going on (for she didn't know that it was dangerous to fight electrical fires with water).

Bri grinned as her opponent staggered blindly about, vainly trying to escape the cloud of power. It was easy for the black clad fighter to follow Amanda around while staying just out of range of the wildly wind-milling arms. With the crowd booing and jeering her, Bridget continued her work until, two minutes later, the extinguisher gave out an apologetic cough and spluttered to a halt. Swiftly, before Amanda had time to recover, the Welsh brawler pulled the metal cylinder up into both her hands horizontally, raised it above her head before smashing it down as hard as she could onto Amanda's skull. Stunned into silence by the dull thud that followed the attack, the crowd could only watch as their favourite daughter's knees gave way in slow motion and she crumpled to the concrete floor of the warehouse, knocked out cold. Knowing that by the rules that The Commissioner had set for this bout, this didn't count this as a victory, Bri dropped her weapon and moved as
quickly as she could over to her corner and, from inside her bag, she pulled out some cable ties before returning to Amanda's comatose body. One of the ties was quickly secured around the fallen beauty's ankles and pulled tight before Bri, with a grunt, hoisted Amanda up and slide her under the bottom rope, back into the ring. Clambering up herself, the Welsh woman now pulled the hapless and unresisting Amanda centre ring before she mounted the girl in a simple school-girl pin attempt. Unconscious as she was, this was just a technicality and the American was quickly counted out! Bridget Thomas had won her first bout in the Extreme League! But she wasn't finished yet.

Grinning, Bridget swiftly and efficiently stripped her rival of her panties before she rolled the woman over onto her stomach. Grabbing hold of Amanda's arms and forcing them behind her back, Bri quickly secured the girl's wrists with another of the cable ties. With her rival secured, stripped and going no-where, Bri stood and took a little breather, her eyes sweeping round the auditorium and the crowd who now hated her more than ever. "You ain't seen nothing yet!" she snarled out at them even as Amanda's eyelids started to flicker and she let out a small groan. Turning her attention back to the naked (apart from her red boots) fighter, Bri dropped to her haunches, "Nice of you to join us, cunt!" she taunted before rolling Amanda across the ring and unceremoniously dumping over the edge to crash helplessly to the floor below.

Following Amanda out of the ring, though in a somewhat more dignified and controlled manner, Bri took a firm hold on the girl's ankles and dragged her towards the electrified section of the fence, the rough floor tearing at the skin of Amanda's back. Once she had her rival near the fence, Bridget dropped her before collecting some more equipment from her bag. Returning a moment or two later, Bri held up in front of Amanda's questioning eyes what looked like a rather ordinarily black rubber dildo . ordinary apart from the wire that trailed away and ended in a crocodile clip . oh, and also ordinary apart from the tip of the device had been replaced with a metal contact. Laughing quietly to herself, Bri forced Amanda's thighs apart before she rammed the dildo hard up inside the woman's pussy. The American screamed. "Hush, hush," cooed Bri, a hint of insanity in her voice now. "We've barely started . save your breath for later." Connecting the clip to the electric
fence, Bri now pulled out a second wire, this one having an identical clip at one end and a nipple clamp at the other. Working swiftly, Bri soon had the second wire in place, linking Amanda's right nipple to the negative terminal on the fence's switchgear. "Ready?" asked Bridget gently.

"Please . please don't!" begged Amanda, absolutely terrified for, while she'd never been subjected to the fence before, she had seen the effects it had on the other girls . and they'd only been pushed against it. What the device was going to do to her connected like this, she could only guess.

"Oh, dear," sniggered Bridget as she took great delight in watching Amanda who appeared to be on the edge of wetting herself in fear, "this sure looks like it's gonna hurt, doesn't it? I'm not actually sure exactly what it's going to do you but . well, shall we find out?" Leaning forward, Bri hit the 'On' button.

The scream that instantly followed ripped though the warehouse and silenced it. The scream went on and on and on, seemingly for much longer than the five seconds that the fence was energised for and, when it finally ended, Amanda's body fell back to the ground from the arch it had involuntary formed itself into. Now the crowd went crazy, showering hate and threats down on the grinning Bridget who, totally unconcerned by this, laughed and started to walk over towards The Commissioner. As she approached the man, Amanda's second scream ripped through the air and Bri realised that the wired up woman's fifteen seconds of rest had passed.

Reaching The Commissioner, Bri moved in and sat, sideways, on his lap, her arm draped over his shoulder. "Look's like your girlfriend's a little occupied, doesn't it? And, after that treatment she's taking, I don't think she's gonna be wanting any sex with you for awhile. Now, I don't want you getting frustrated . hhhhmmm, and feeling what's already pounding away inside your pants, you've been pretty frustrated for much of this match. Maybe it's time you had a new girlfriend instead of that jobber-slut over there? A girlfriend who's a winner. A girlfriend with determination and ambition to match your own. Think of it, with me at your side, we could really expand this operation of yours! I've got some really great ideas to put you League on the map."

TELEVISION COMMENTATOR - "What the hell's happening here? Bridget's removing her top! Christ, I don't believe this! She's swung her leg over the Commissioner and she's straddling him, flaunting her tits right in his face! Can we get a close up of that? Please, give me a close up! Oh yeah, man! Look at those breasts!! Yeah, she'd got a nipple ring in her right one and there's a tattoo on the left . can't make it out what it is . looks like writing . something's written there but . sorry, I just can't actually read it as it's jigging about on my monitor too much. As for Amanda, she's still suffering from those jolts. Her screams now are weaker but just as pain filled and strident. Why doesn't someone turn off that fence at least? The crowd's getting really restless now . I don't like the look of this at all . you can see just how nervous the security folk are . they're fearing an explosion of pent up tension here . oh, thank god for that, one of the guards has
turned off the fence . poor Amanda, she's clearly in pain and still tied up but she's moving so she must be conscious .

But, what the hell is Bridget up to now? Christ, she's pulling that already too short skirt of hers right up around her waist . the Commissioner's getting a really close view of her tiny panties . but he's not looking too pleased about it! Hey, now what? My god, she's trying to get to the man's fly! . Look at that expression now! He's really doesn't want this and he's fighting to get her hands away from his groin . and Amanda's watching it all . her face! I've never seen such a mask of pure, unadulterated hatred!! But she can't do anything about it . the woman who just beat her is now trying to pleasure her boyfriend!!! No wonder Amanda's thrashing about . but she can't escape! Look at the contrast on Bridget's face! She's desperate for it! Shit! What a randy slut she much be! Talk about being in heat!! This is like watching the Porno Channel!

Wait! Wait! What's happening? One of Amanda's fans is cutting her loose! That's right folks, Amanda is free! God, she looks beautiful like this, so angry, so furious . so, so . vengeful! What's she doing? She's not going towards the rutting pair, she's heading .oh, I see! She's grabbing the time-keeper's bell! As you can see, it's one of the old fashioned school type . a proper bell with a handle and clanger . the clever girl's holding the striker so it doesn't make a noise . she's closing in on the unsuspecting Bridget from behind . Christ, that bell must weight several pounds . she's pulling back her arm . Amanda's going to swing the bell sideways and smash it into Bridget's temple . I can't look! But I have to . I have to force myself to watch this unfolding drama just so I can tell you all about it . oh, no! Because she's now only holding the bell in one hand, its rung and warned Bridget! Bri's turning her head to see what's going on . the sight that
greets her startled eyes has made her freeze . oh, god, the heavy bell smashed right into her face! It would have been better for her if she'd never moved! The blow's knocked her clean off The Commissioner's lap . she's just laying there on the floor, not moving, her arms spread out, topless . legs parted . face a mask of blood!

The Commissioner's standing . checking his zip, smiling at Amanda . casting a dark look towards Bridget . the pair are kissing each other . now Amanda, in all her naked glory - apart from her sexy red boots, of course - is glaring down at the unconscious woman . she's bending down . what's she up to now? She's taking the bell . oh, yes, yes! She's ramming the handle deep into Bridget's pussy! That's gotta hurt later - the size of that huge handle! Amanda's draping her arm over The Commissioner . she's leading him away without a backward glace at Bridget who, to be frank, is looking totally ridiculous laying there with the brass body of the bell forcing her thighs wide open like some sort of cheap, wanton whore . not that she'll know anything about it at the moment, but I'm sure someone will send her a tape of this! Hahaha!

Now, all this doesn't affect the results of the bout, fight fans. Bridget Thomas is the official victor here - not that you'd know that at the moment - and she'll be getting the prize money. On the other hand, I think that the long term winners here will be us - you and me, fight fans - 'cos this seems to have set up a major rivalry! I'm just wondering what the Commissioner is going to be saying to Amanda in her locker room . at least he was trying to repulse Bridget's . erm . advances and that should count in his favour with his . erm . partner. But he did seem quite interested in the girl's breasts didn't he.???


The end.


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