Beat Up Bok Style – By Beaker

Sherri Pinnear v Maggie Smith

Maggie Smith the divorcee had been dragged into a developing feud between Lynne Leyton and Finni Graham, her friend Ms Leyton had beaten up the other woman in a vicious catfight in her own home and Ms Graham wanted revenge it had started with an attack on Ms Smith her shop in London. Lynne on hearing the news had promised revenge and after explaining how she had met Beaker and how he was a female fight promoter and trainer had persuaded Maggie to start training with him. Lynne always got insanely jealous of other woman close to him and she had stayed close at hand when he had got to grips with Ms Smith but the focus had become revenge against Ms Graham and so Maggie had been spared the full brutality of a Leyton assault although Lynne had put her through the ringer in a couple of tough training sessions.

The 5’5” 34C-25-34 inch frame of Ms Smith tipping the scales at 126lbs was honing nicely and so when a challenge to a wrestling match for the rookie arrived from Southend there was a burst of desire to test her new skills in the ring. Grace Wade had sent the challenge her own promotion having closed she was still active herself and therefore keeping all monies made but had grown tired of the administration she owned a gym and charged admission but would not promote anymore. That was the tale she told Beaker when she called, “I got a call a new fighter and despite her age was keen to get going here she’s South African 57 years old allegedly a rookie!”

A week later a small crowd gathered for a three fight programme that would start with a tag match then the rookies and finally a cockney challenge. First up the Brown sisters got the crowd in the mood with a systematic destruction of a German team from the LGIS club leaving the Teutonic blondes out for the count after nine minutes of hectic tag team action finished by Mandy pile driving an opponent for the conclusive pin after her sister Donna had DDT’d the partner from interfering.

With Lynne Leyton set to fight in the main event Beaker was left to second Maggie and they made their way to the ring with Ms Smith resplendent in a one piece swimsuit of red white and blue with calf high blue wrestling boots a touch modest for some but the suit clung seductively to her body in all the right places. Her opponent appeared moments later and her second caused Maggie to start in shock it was Finni Graham the woman that had soundly thrashed her to start her on this path. She accompanied Sherri Pinnear the mystery South African standing 5’5” with almost identical vital statistics of 34B-24-34 and weighing in at 122lbs to the figure of Ms Smith.

Sherri with her jet black long hair that went all the way down her back seductively as she swayed to the ring black patent leather wrestling boots glinting in the lights, she threw off her robe to revel a black thong as her fighting costume showing extreme confidence for an apparent rookie. Maggie sneered, “She’s obviously desperate flashing her little tits off!” “Stay focused,” offered Beaker glancing towards the locker area expecting Lynne to appear knowing that her bitter rival was at ringside. Referee for the contest Irene Scott called the fighters forward focusing his attention on the imminent clash.
“This is a one fall fight either a three count pin or submission to decide it or if one of you gets lucky a ten second count out, no biting, gouging or fist play pure wrestling rookies!” said the Scot in mid ring her black and whit stripped blouse knotted at the waist over a short black skirt and fishnet tights finished with black wrestling boots. The two rookies returned to their corners Maggie hissing, “What the hell is she doing here?” referring to Ms Graham, “Ignore her worry about the African we’ll deal with it later typical Wade to play dirty, now focus remember your training relax first contest for both of you she’ll be as nervous as you get in quick you look stronger take her down quickly and wear her down!” The bell came shortly after and Maggie skipped forward a little apprehensively to a generous cheer from the crowd matched by the support for the dark haired Sherri as she stepped forward.

The two women quickly came together and it was the blonde English woman that scored first taking her opponent in a classic wrist and elbow lock and with a twist she neatly hip tossed the dark haired South African woman across the ring bouncing her on her backside to the mat. Smiling she turned and followed the woman grabbing a wrist and heaving the woman to her feet before spinning her into the ropes catapulted back Sherri collected a drop kick from the swim suited Maggie that dumped her on her back with the blonde rolling quickly to attempt a cross body pin on the topless spread eagled woman.

Irene was swiftly at the scene to count but she had barely reached two when the South African kicked out throwing Maggie off and the two women roiled quickly apart. Coming to their feet they locked up again straining against each other hands locked trying to establish some dominance and again Maggie was quick to seize control slipping her left leg between her opponent’s legs and shoving forward as she hooked Sherri’s leg sending her over backwards. Maggie was obviously expecting to dump the woman back to the mat but Sherri kept their hands locked as she went back and neatly lifted her left foot to Maggie’s belly and cleverly monkey tossed her blonde opponent across the ring.

Maggie crashed to the mat heavily surprised by the move she had not landed well and was slow to get moving and she was caught by the swift shifting Sherri who grabbed her hair and Irish whipped the blonde back to the mat and followed up with a good looking leg drop planting her thigh across the blonde’s throat. Maggie convulsed but like her rival was alert enough to kick out of the attempted pin at two shoving the woman off and rolling clear sucking in air as Sherri rolled to the ropes and heaved herself to her feet. Again she was quicker due to the rope lift and she advanced quickly her pert breasts bobbing as she sped across the ring to deliver a solid body check to the blonde knocking her into the ropes.

Grabbing Maggie’s left wrist she hurled the English woman across the ring into the opposite ropes and then levelled her as she accelerated back with a running lariat to the throat that snapped Maggie’s head back as her legs shot forward and she crashed to her back in mid ring. Again Sherri delivered an impressive leg drop this time slightly lower planting her thigh across the woman’s breasts. Maggie moaned as her breasts were squashed and the stunning effect left her slow for a second or two and Sherri seized her chance to grab hair and lift her head before snapping her thighs about the blonde’s head a head crushing scissors. Maggie kicked her feet in frustration her positive start was being undone by the long haired foreigner, a state that helped the blonde escape she found the long dark tresses with her right hand and started to pull and twist slowly pulling the woman’s head back and although that did not give the escape the twist made Sherri adjust the leg lock and Maggie was able to get her other hand between the woman’s legs and break the hold. Maggie quickly rolled away and scrambled to her feet as Sherri went the other way pulling herself to her feet as the two women eyed each other warily. Another lock up in mid ring followed but this time it was Sherri that reacted quickest driving her thigh across Maggie’s stomach part folding her into a snap mare take down that dumped the blonde on her backside with Sherri moving behind her to apply a neat bow and arrow hold. Pulling back on the blonde’s arms while planting her left foot between Maggie’s shoulders and shoving forward hard, Maggie moaned as she was pushed forward while her arms were wrenched back by the topless woman.

Sherri tossed her hair as she enjoyed some control with the crowd roaring approval at the impressive action offered by the newcomers to this ring. Sherri dropped her foot and twisted the left arm of her captive pulling Maggie up as she released the other arm, turned as she moved Maggie came up and a first class view of a rapidly rising knee as the South African targeted her chest again hammering her in the breasts not once but three times before she slumped to her knees. Sherri still held the left arm twisting to step over the limb before folding forward to drive the woman face first to the mat hard slamming Maggie’s breasts and face into the rosin with a sharp slap.

Rolling neatly clear the dark haired woman grabbed her opponent by the blonde locks and hauled her up before slipping a hand between Maggie’s thighs and scooping her off her feet inverting her and powerfully power slamming the English woman back to the mat in mid ring. Maggie landed hard and was soon sitting up as Sherri drove her leather boot down hard on her lower belly emptying her lungs as she was again heaved up by the hair into a single wrist lock before Sherri hurled her at pace into the corner above Finni. Maggie crashed back first into the turnbuckle and sagged until Sherri flew into her a flying body check that slammed her again into the turnbuckle and sliding miserably down to the mat as Sherri stepped back with a smile at her corner and a strut for an emerging fan base.

As Sherri strutted Finni lent close to the slumping Maggie in the corner and then quietly hissed, “Remember the taste when you woke up loser? Get used to it she’s going to take you apart now!” a reference to the humiliating finish of their own spat a few weeks previously. Irene was about to make a comment when Sherri returned planting her foot on Maggie’s neck shoving her head over the bottom cord neatly strangled the woman until the referee warned, “Break that hold one, two, three,” until Sherri stepped back leaving Maggie gagging and coughing as the referee eye balled the South African up close and warned, “Keep it clean girl or I’ll take you out!” “Dream on, bitch!” snapped the South African before she pushed passed the referee to grab Maggie’s left ankle and drag her from the corner before stooping to pick the other foot up and part the English woman’s legs, “Do it!” shouted Finni and Sherri obliged stomping down with her heel.

Maggie screeched as the booted foot slammed into her sex centre and she desperately tried to cover her crotch with her hands, “No!” yelled Beaker too late as Sherri suddenly twisted and Maggie was face down with Sherri stepping across her to apply the Boston Crab he was warning of with Maggie’s hands trapped beneath her body as her back was bent painfully. The English woman wailed as pain started to radiate through her lower back with the crowd getting more raucous as the action intensified. Sherri leant back as she pulled on Maggie’s legs obviously going for the submission and judging by the squealing coming from the blonde she was potential about to succeed.

The English woman finally freed her right hand and she was able to get at Sherri’s left foot and shove it hard, the movement caught Sherri by surprise and she stumbled losing the hold and stepping a couple of steps to recover her balance. Maggie rolled one hand feeling her lower back as Beaker yelled, “Get up,” as Sherri recovered and turned towards his charge. The South African hair flying moved quickly to grab the blonde by the hair as she came up straight into a brutal knee between the thighs as the South African got stuck in again thumping the woman indecently low below the waist. Maggie seemed to hang there shock registering on her face as her sex life felt like it had been caved in.

Sherri followed up with a stunning forearm planted brutally across the chest knocking her into the ropes heavily where the blonde got hooked up her left arm over the top cord leaving her open to a follow up. Sherri did not disappoint driving her knee into the woman’s body three times before Maggie’s body buckled and she started to crumple towards the canvas. Sherri did not let her go though taking the woman about the waist and lifting her off her feet before delivering an impressive sidewalk slam driving Maggie’s back into the mat with her own body weight hammering down on top of the blonde.

Maggie gasped out her oxygen supply as Sherri rolled to her feet hauling the blonde up by the hair into another scoop lift and powerful body slam driving Maggie’s back into the mat before she hauled her up again. This time the dark haired woman wrapped her arms about the woman’s body locked her hands and lifted a crushing bear hug her knuckles twisting into the sore back of the blonde. Maggie tried to prise the arms apart her face wracked with pain before Sherri dropped to one knee planting the other knee to meet Maggie’s groin as she descended a perfect Atomic Drop leaving the blonde impaled painfully.

Shoving the woman with one hand to each breast Sherri pushed Maggie backwards to the mat where the blonde rolled over mewing in pain hands at her crotch holding her throbbing woman hood as Sherri applied the Boston Crab again this time after the slams and hug it was seconds before Maggie was screaming her surrender Sherri had a debut win. The South African dumped the blonde’s legs before posing with a wide smile one foot on the beaten woman’s behind as Irene announced the win.

Finni clambered to her friend’s side sneering, “Lost again Smith tell Leyton you got your big arse kicked again!” and she stabbed a foot at the blonde before Irene got between them and Beaker arrived to rescue Maggie and carry her tearfully away. The waiting Lynne demanded a match to avenge her friend, “South African bitch is a ringer!” for now though she had another challenge and needed to focus ordered Beaker this return could wait and he lifted Maggie on to the couch to recover before returning to grab the feisty blonde and kiss her passionately. Lynne relaxed in his arms responded to the kiss before purring softly, “Ohh nice keep doing it,” but he stepped back, “You’ve got a match then we need to deal with this Graham woman and her South African friend now focus win the fight then we can have some fun!” That brought first a flash of anger then a sweet smile before a knock on the door called her forward for her match a tale for another time as she stepped from the room, ”I’ll be back!” she promised.

THE END