Slamming Safari Style – By Beaker

Sherri Pinnear v Lynne Leyton

Having seen her friend Maggie Smith’s devastating debut destruction on DVD, Lynne Leyton had vowed revenge on her friend’s opponent the newcomer from South Africa Sherri Pinnear. The fact Ms Pinnear had been revealed to be close friends with Finni Graham had added to Lynne’s thirst for revenge the woman from the South coast had really riled her and they were odds on to clash again so defeating her friend seemed the ideal way to begin another charge at Ms Graham. Lynne had teased Maggie into taking some training to get into the ring and felt guilty that her friend had suffered such a beating in her debut and had started to help her friend recover training regularly and rebuilding Maggie’s confidence hoping to get her to cover her back on occasion when she needed the support.

A challenge had been issued and surprisingly accepted very quickly and so on a Thursday fight night at the Hustlers club a packed crowd had the pleasure of seeing Sherri Pinnear up close and personal against Lynne Leyton rising star of Beaker’s bevy of beauties. The dark haired Afrikaners woman was first to the ring accompanied by Finni Graham again topless with a black thong with patent leather wrestling boots her long black hair down her back. Lynne approached the arena from the opposite side with Maggie at her side her chosen costume a red thong with hold up sheer red stockings with soft leather wrestling boots like her opponent delightfully bare breasted. The two women clambered into the ring for their face off a programmed three fall fight with three point fall counts and submissions to count or a ten count knockout for total victory.

The referee for the event was Carol Smith the Yorkshire woman about to begin a Southern tour with three fights booked for a three week spell a lucrative deal and after enjoying a very private training session with Beaker she was keen to stay around for another night before heading off to face her first opponent. Lynne was oblivious to that evening and believed she was his number one if she found out Smith would be challenged as that was her style one of the most jealous women he had ever met and secretly wanted to see her take on Smith for the Hustlers title in the future. For now he was sitting at ringside away from the corner as stipulated in the booking it was Maggie with Lynne while Finni supported Sherri as the final seconds ticked away before the start of the contest and Carol called for “Seconds out session one!”

The two topless women were quickly away from the corners and slamming together in the middle of the ring locking hands and straining for advantage pushing against each other their arms initial up but as the test progressed their arms went wide and their similarly shaped and proportioned bodies collided their breasts squashing together rigid nipples duelling as they dug into each other. Each gasped as their sensitive soft flesh teased its opposite number before Lynne twisted and hip tossed her opponent to the mat but retaining a left wrist lock on the woman used to heave her up aided by a handful of long black hair. A swift Irish whip sent the South African spinning through the hair her long hair flying before she slammed to her back on the mat. Lynne planted her right foot under the woman’s armpit before she sat down herself to apply an arm lock to Sherri stretching and bending the woman’s arm over her knee as she leant back to apply maximum pressure against the joint and drawing a squeal from the foreign fighter.
Sherri slapped the mat then arched her back planted her feet and thrusting up and over via a hand stand to escape the hold and flip to her feet with a surprised Lynne still on the mat. Sherri stabbed a sharp kick at the woman’s chest kicking her in the left breast knocking Lynne back to the mat before the Afrikaans woman launched and landed a neat thigh drop planting her leg across the blonde’s upper chest heavily. Rolling over the blonde the dark haired fighter delivered the palm of her hand against her rival’s forehead slamming her head back against the rosin before diving flat a cross body pin attempt. Carol Smith was quickly on one knee to start a count but Lynne thrust forward with her shoulders and tossed the woman clean off, “Not good enough biuuuuuuurghhhhhh!” sneered Lynne before she collected a chop to the throat as she turned to find Sherri kneeling next to her having reacted quickly to the thrust away.

Lynne gagged and sat down for a moment before Sherri pushing upwards dragged her to her feet by the hair before planting a very solid forearm across the upper chest propelling the blonde into the ropes. Grabbing the blonde by the left wrist and hurled her across the ring into the opposite ropes spinning the woman into the cords and preparing to meet her elastic reversal. Lynne ducked expecting a lariat and so had a first class view of the black leather boot her rival lifted from the mat to meet her plum centre of the flimsy knickers. Air exploded from the blonde as she was kicked in the crotch and she folded in half flat footed in mid ring and so was again the best spectator as the South African’s boot left the mat again this time pumping her knee into the free swinging breasts of the blonde pummelling the soft flesh into her rib cage.

Lynne moaned as her chest took the crushing clouts until Sherri suddenly changed to drop an elbow to the back of her neck sending her sprawling first down to the canvas hitting her chest again as she landed. Sherri dropped astride the face down blonde and yanked her head back a sharp camel clutch easing Lynne’s arms over her knees to keep them out of the way trapping her completely and allowing the Afrikaans woman to pick her target without resistance. Her first choice involved pulling the woman’s head back with the left hand under the chin while her right slid around her rival’s body to grab twist and squeeze Lynne’s right breast painfully. Lynne was wincing in pain at the pain in the back and the torture to her tit and she started to kick her feet in frustration as the foreign fighter continued to control things contrary to popular betting before the bout that had down as a rookie ripe for a thrashing from the more experienced English woman.

The fans were roaring the long dark haired African on she had certainly drawn some support from the packed room and was clearly enjoying torturing her blonde opponent and she leant forward to hiss, “Hurting is it?” as she heaved back under the woman’s chin while pinching her captured nipple. Lynne snarled, “Barely tickles bitch!” and with a wild buck she toppled the woman off to the left and rolling to the right scrambling to her feet and turning back to face the Afrikaans woman. She was instantly hit square in the chest by a pair of flying boots as the woman delivered a perfect drop kick having quickly risen to her feet after the twist from Lynne, the drop kick sent the blonde flying into the ropes and left her hooked into the top and middle cord wide open to half a dozen knee lifts to the belly thumping her hard and often in the muscle shield before Lynne freed herself and crumpled to the canvas in a heap clutching her bruised belly before Sherri ripped her up to her feet by a double handed hair pulling tug at her locks but as a seasoned scrapper Lynne responded almost reflexively to an opportunity with her rival’s hands occupied in her hair her own hands were free to smack the woman once to the groin and once to the left breast.
Sherri rocked back on her heels her face registered pain at the sickening smack to the sex and her hands almost by reflex dropped allowing Lynne the freedom to plant a forearm across the throat. Ms Pinnear tottered back a pace or two before she received a drop kick one foot full in the face the other crushing her left breast as Lynne delivered a copybook standing drop kick. Sherri was thrown spectacularly backwards to the mat her hair flying spectacularly as she landed with a crash Lynne came to her feet quickly and followed her opponent and delivered a heavily landed leg drop planting her descending thigh across the Afrikaans’s breasts. Rolling to her left she hooked the woman’s right leg and leant back attempting a roll up pin but Sherri grabbed her hair and tugged her right over and the blonde lost her hold and had to roll away and scramble to her feet as Sherri went in the opposite direction to the ropes and an assisted climb from the canvas back to her feet facing the English woman.

Lynne charged across the ring intent on hitting the woman again and regaining control only to run into a wicked straight fingered thrust just above the briefs followed by a brutal back handed to the chest that rocked her on her heels. Sherri grabbed her rival by the shoulders and powerfully kneed her in the groin before sending her crashing to the canvas with a head butt right between the eyes. The blonde collapsed to the canvas seeing stars and was then plastered to the mat by a high diving free falling body splash from the dark haired woman delivered with a yell of triumph it was a straight forward count from Carol that gave the visitor a stunning lead and left the English woman gasping and spread eagled on the rosin a count of three later. Sherri rolled to her feet and deliberately stepped on her flattened foe as she went to her corner pushing her weight down on the “vee” between the woman’s legs a she stepped back to her second Finni now leading the match by one fall to nil with the crowd cheers echoing all around.

Maggie quickly went to her friend’s aid as Finni high fived with her triumphant talisman from the Transvaal it was a stunning score and judging from the way Lynne tottered to her stool a telling score had been delivered could the blonde recover in time to continue. “You nailed her!” gushed Finni as she wiped her friends sweat streaked face, “She’s blown now I wipe the floor with her,” said Sherri in a lilting but menacing tone, “She was not expecting a champion thought you were a complete rookie finish her in style!” replied Finni smirking across the ring at the blonde pair opposite her plan to destroy the pair was going incredibly well. The comment was heard at ringside by Beaker who had recognised that the long dark haired woman was not the novice reported he made a note to find out some more about Sherri Pinnear later.

Across the ring Lynne Leyton was struggling her sex life felt as if it had been well and truly hammered in while she had a splitting headache and her right eye was starting to swell up testament to the power of the head butt. Maggie was desperately splashing cold water from a sponge into Lynne’s face and on to her heaving chest, “Come on Lynne you can beat her you had her hit her again please,” a desperate plea she had suffered a loss to the woman previously and wanted to see her beaten and she looked across to see the gloating glance from Finni Graham another woman who had given her a thrashing. Their eyes met and Finni hissed, “You’re next bitch, another thrashing blondie!” as she glared across the ring towards Ms Smith before Maggie flushed and looked away concentrating on getting Lynne ready for the bell. Carol Smith circulated the ring checked with both corners before turning away and calling, “Seconds out session two with the South African in the lead one fall to nil Leyton needs this one or it is all over!”
Sherri was up quickly and across the ring to get stuck into the blonde English woman as Lynne rose slowly from her stool; Maggie was still in the ring with her back to the dark haired Afrikaans woman and so did not see her launch a flying drop kick that collected both blondes spectacularly throwing Maggie into her friend chest to chest before they crashed to the canvas in the corner. “Get out of the ring,” said Carol belatedly as the two blondes hit the mat Maggie tried to roll clear only for Sherri to kick her hard in the stomach to roll her up before grabbing Lynne’s hair to drag her from the corner. Meanwhile Finni had skipped around the ring to grab Maggie’s ankle and drag her under the ropes before firing her fist between the woman’s thighs punching her hard in the groin to send her crashing to the carpet next to the ring, “Told you that you were next bitch!” hissed the woman as she gave the blonde a good body kicking on the mat stabbing hard at her breasts and belly before hauling the woman up by the hair.

In the ring Sherri had heaved Lynne to her feet and scooped her off her feet via an arm between the legs inverted her and powerfully slammed her back to the mat and landed a brutal thigh drop across the delightfully upturned breasts of the blonde. A blow that brought a wince from all the women watching and they had more cause for concern as Finni destroyed Maggie’s tits with a brutal lift and drop dumping the woman heavily on her chest on the metal corner steps to the ring. Maggie slumped to her knees allowing Finni to grab her hair and slam her forehead off the same step to send her slumping to her back knocked senseless with Finni moving to embarrass the woman by sitting on her face to finish her off. Glancing into the ring Finni cheered as Sherri rose to her feet after the leg drop and repeated the dose landing heavily on the blonde’s breasts before rolling to slap her hand down hard a cupped palm clout to the crotch.

Lynne sat up in surprise and pain straight into an elbow between the eyes that slammed her back to the mat starfish like spread eagled and defenceless a position the African woman immediately exploited. Sherri rolled to straddle her rival viciously clawing her breasts mauling pinching and twisting the soft flesh unhindered by defence even pulling up so hard to literally lift Lynne by the tits from the mat. The blonde screeched as her breast flesh was stretched before Sherri released the left breast and grabbed the woman‘s hair holing her head up before releasing the other breast to deliver a wicked rabbit punch to the forehead and the blonde was stretched on the canvas looking blankly at the ceiling arms flopped to the mat. Sherri bounced forward to sit down heavily on the woman’s marked breasts easing her position so that she could get at Lynne’s nipples again pinching and twisting the stiff buds to start to bring her around.

As the blonde started to react her vision cleared just in time to see Sherri skip forward to plant her crotch and ass down on the blonde’s face sensationally wiping the blonde out with a full weight face sitting pin. Carol Smith had no problem counting the score and the South African woman had sensationally won the match two nil and left her opponent completely out cold on the canvas with her second similarly triumphant over the blonde’s friend. To complete the humiliating annihilation Sherri slipped from the ring to grab the blonde’s man Beaker and lead him towards the locker area with Finni joining them for what was obviously going to be a very physical celebration while the Hustler’s medical team aided the battered blondes to the recovery room and some resentful plotting for revenge.

THE END