Raven vs Ivy – Title Match
By
Hamish1024

(This follows on from the 'uneven conflict' story, where the wrestler Raven was promised a title match if she beat her rival Jade. Unfortunately for her, Raven's enemies used this as an opportunity to ambush her and give her a savage beating, assuming that by the end of it she would be too weak to challenge for the title. By reader request, here is what happens the following week...)

The wrestling arena was packed with fans for tonight’s title match. Rows of faces stared down at the ring, gazing at the lone fighter standing in the centre. The challenger, Raven, stood with her arms folded and a determined look across her face. Her luscious latin features were as pretty as ever: brown eyes narrowed and soft lips pursed thoughtfully, framed by waves of thick dark hair. She radiated a sensuous authority, which was more than matched by her curvy, powerful body. Raven’s 5’10’’ frame was blessed with broad shoulders and wide hips, massive breasts and a full round ass. Her skimpy black bikini did little to hide these ample assets, leaving much of her smooth olive skin on full display.

Tonight, though, that alluring body was also displaying something else: a scattering of nasty bruises were visible on her back and legs. These were the marks of the savage beating Raven had received in last week’s match, a hapless victim at the hands of her hated rivals. She clearly wasn’t in top condition, and many were surprised to see her out in the wrestling ring at all. Obviously, the temptation of the title belt was more than enough for Raven to risk putting her body on the line. The busty brunette stood oblivious to the exited chatter of the crowd around her, and grimly awaited her opponent.

Suddenly, darkness fell on the arena, and a heavy metal chord rang out. A cloud of smoke filled the entrance, from which emerged the champion, Ivy. She stood on the ramp, clutching her championship belt, milking her dramatic entry as the aggressive rock thumped in the background.

This swagger was not undeserved: Ivy was top girl in this wrestling league, and she more than looked the part. A tall 5’11’’, her athletic body was strong and well-toned. Snowy white skin and long black hair gave her a distinctive gothic look, which she accentuated with her dark red lipstick and black eyeliner.

It was in her choice of outfit, though, that Ivy really caught attention: her striking leather ‘dominatrix’ gear formed a bold statement of intent. Her long legs were adorned with knee-high leather boots, with fishnet stockings leading up inside a small leather miniskirt. Her chest was covered by a short black lace-up corset, leaving her pale midriff on display. Black fingerless gloves and a dog collar completed Ivy’s imposing costume.

She looked incredible as she surveyed the crowd with her confident blue eyes – an absolute vision for any fetishist. Ivy marched towards the ring with the firm conviction of a champion. As she bore down on her opponent, many fans wondered whether the foolhardy challenger would be able to withstand this girl at all. It looked very much as though the out-of-condition Raven was about to get dominated yet again.

Despite the crowd reaction, the injured wrestler showed no fear as Ivy entered the ring. The referee, a stern-faced girl with short dark hair, signalled the beginning of the match. Eyeing each other carefully, the two fighters came together and began the contest by locking arms. The black-clad beauties pushed against one another, straining hard, looking for an early opening. Both girls possessed fearsome strength, and in their initial struggles they simply cancelled each other out.

Then, without warning, Ivy quickly snapped her knee upwards, impatient to take control of the fight. The move worked well: Ivy’s knee connected with one of Raven’s badly bruised ribs, causing the latin girl a lot of pain. Raven squealed in shock and frustration, all the strength dropping out of her body. Ivy was able to take control of the grapple, wrapping her arms around her opponent, scooping her up then slamming her back-first onto the mat. Reeling, Raven lay dazed as Ivy stood over her.

Smiling, the champion raised her leather boot and smashed it down onto Raven’s ribs. The floored girl spasmed and groaned, crying out in agony as Ivy stamped on her over and over again. Stuck on her back, Raven was helpless as Ivy pummelled her beneath her feet. Finally, the gothic girl ground her boot over Raven’s face, flaunting her dominance.

“I can see you’re going to be less than worthless...” Ivy teased. “I’m going to have a LOT of fun with you before the night is over!”

Ivy then administered another vicious stamp, this time to Raven’s belly. The downed girl arched her back in pain, her shoulders rising up off the mat. Ivy used this to easily catch a handful of Raven’s thick brown hair.

She dragged the voluptuous girl to her feet and ruthlessly flung her towards the edge of the ring. As Raven careered towards the ropes, Ivy ran after her, shaping up to give a huge clothesline on the rebound... when Raven broke her run by clutching onto the top rope, then reversed the move by lifting her boot high into the onrushing Ivy’s body. Hurt and startled by the heavy kick to her chest, Ivy collapsed onto her back.

The floored girl swore angrily. Raven followed up her reversal by grabbing one of Ivy’s long legs and stamping on her stocking-clad knee, kicking the outstretched limb once, then twice, then a third time. As Ivy writhed on her back, howling in pain, Raven raised an elbow then slammed it down with all her weight onto her opponent’s leg. Ivy screeched as the targeted attack hit home.

Having landed a heavy elbow-drop, Raven clambered slowly back onto her feet. Ivy scrambled to get upright too, but Raven was better positioned and managed to grab the champion in a headlock. The busty brunette held the pale-skinned goth beneath her arm for several seconds, taking the opportunity to put heavy pressure on Ivy’s trapped head, and watching the bent girl squirm helplessly.

The crowd were surprised at this turn of events, as Raven was showing that she would be no pushover tonight. After squashing Ivy’s skull for a few more moments, Raven underlined her control by jumping to the mat, driving her opponent head-first into the floor in a punishing face-plant. The impact shook the ring as Ivy was made to eat the canvas; the leather-clad girl was left face-down and groaning.

As Raven got to her feet she stamped her boot onto the back of Ivy’s head, eliciting another cry of pain from the fallen champion. Clutching a hand to her face, the taller girl staggered to her feet, backing away from the resurgent Raven.

Shaking her head groggily, Ivy regarded her opponent and tried to re-assess her strategy. Her room to manoeuvre was cut short as Raven closed the gap and forced Ivy into a grapple, putting the black-haired domme on the defensive. Ivy still had enough strength to hold her ground, but Raven’s arms were positioned higher up, allowing the voluptuous girl to bring more power and weight down on her opponent. Ivy grunted in frustration as she was slowly forced downwards, her pale hands bending back painfully towards her wrists. Inch by inch, she was losing yet another grapple to Raven.

The big-chested latin smiled in satisfaction, feeling her opponent’s body gradually buckle to her own insurmountable advantage. Then, at corner of her vision, Raven saw a flash of orange outside the ring. Her eyes were quickly drawn to an all-to-familiar sight: the vivid ginger locks of her arch-rival, Vixen. The red-haired wrestler was skulking outside the ring, watching the two interlocked girls with interest.

Raven’s mouth opened in disbelief, scowling at the nerve of Vixen for turning up at a title match. This brief diversion was all Ivy needed to break out of the one-sided grapple, slipping free of the distracted girl’s grasp. Irritated, Raven turned back to face her opponent, only to be met with a massive, stinging slap to the side of her face, delivered with force by the gloved hand of Ivy. The shock of the unexpected blow knocked Raven backwards, and she crashed down onto her ass.

Lying flat out on the mat, her slapped face burning, Raven could see her enemy Vixen cackling harshly at her misfortune. The smug look on those delicate features filled Raven with frustration and anger. Before the floored brunette could do anything, though, a massive weight smashed into her gut and filled her body with pain. Ivy had leapt up into the air and dropped knee-first onto Raven’s unprotected belly. The voluptuous girl groaned at the sickening pain, the callous laughter of her enemy ringing in her ears.

Vixen’s tag-team partner, Jade, had appeared at ringside too. The petite pair looked gorgeous in their short black miniskirts and skimpy halter neck tops; both Jade’s fine oriental features and Vixen’s model-like good looks were adorned with broad smiles. These malicious grins did not bode well for their longstanding foe, Raven. The crowd were in uproar at this development, shocked that these two girls would gatecrash a championship title match in order to to continue their vendetta.

The referee turned to face the two newcomers and warned them not to come anywhere near the ring. With a fierce look in her eyes, she told Vixen and Jade, in no uncertain terms, that if they interfered in any way then the match, and the title, would be handed to Raven. The dark-haired official clearly meant business, and the two intruders sullenly backed away. They had no desire to see Raven have the last laugh, and end up with the championship belt. Their hopes of sabotaging their rival thwarted, the mischievous beauties had to resign themselves to looking on powerlessly.

However, events in the ring were encouraging to anyone wishing Raven ill and supporting Ivy. The leather-clad babe had taken full advantage of the distracting events, and now had the match firmly under her control once again. She had scooped the stunned latin girl up off the mat, then slammed Raven spine-first onto her upturned knee. As poor Raven had struggled to recover from this, Ivy bounced off the ring ropes and launched a flamboyant drop-kick at her opponent’s body.

The champion’s long, fishnet-clad legs had smashed heavily into the battered brunette, dropping Raven straight back to the mat with a powerful crash. The voluptuous girl looked to be in serious difficulty now. Raven was clearly hurting, quite badly, not even able to get to her feet. She was utterly defenceless against whatever punishment Ivy would choose to inflict next.

The statuesque goth sauntered over to her wounded opponent, relishing the chance to exert her control. Raven was on her knees, facing away from Ivy, concerned only with her own pain. The dominatrix approached her prey from behind, and roughly took a handful of her hair. Ivy then stood over Raven’s hunched shoulders, straddling her, and wrapped her long legs around Raven’s head. The kneeling girl was now stuck in a standing headscissor, pinned helplessly between Ivy’s powerful thighs.

She groaned as her head began to be crushed, the fabric of the fishnet stockings pushing firmly into her face. As Ivy was performing the headscissor from behind she was free to reach down and grab hold of Raven’s brunette locks, giving her even more control. She tugged the hair viciously, causing her hapless victim yet more pain and suffering.

The leather-clad champion was dominating the challenger, and it formed an incredibly sexy scene. Ivy was a vision of authority in her gorgeous fetish wear, exercising ruthless control over the girl between her thighs. Poor Raven was trapped firmly in this punishing position, hunched on her knees with her ass in the air. There was simply no escape, and as the headscissor continued, the pressure on her skull steadily increased.

Raven was stuck in this degrading position for well over a minute as Ivy enjoyed her dominance. The voluptuous girl’s head began to throb with excruciating pain, and she groaned in agony. On hearing her victim’s pain, Ivy grinned sadistically, and she used her hold on Raven’s hair to tilt her victim’s head upward. Their eyes met.

“How’re you doing down there?” Ivy teased. “I want to see the look on your face when you submit to me. Come on, why don’t you try begging for mercy? If you start grovelling now, I might even listen.”

Ivy squeezed her thighs together extra hard to emphasise her control, eagerly anticipating the moment when her opponent would break. Raven’s lush features were creased with agony and her eyes were filled with fear. She knew the pain would soon become intolerable, and she was far too weak to break free. Driven to her last hopeless gambit, Raven flailed her arms upwards, searching for a handful of Ivy’s black tresses. To her despair, she failed...

...but her fingertips found Ivy’s leather collar, and she grabbed hold of it for dear life. Raven pulled the dog collar as hard as she could, tightening it around Ivy’s neck. The pale-skinned girl gasped in alarm as the leather strap bit into her windpipe. Raven put as much of her weight into the throttle as she could, choking her shocked opponent.

“get...off! fucking... get off!” croaked Ivy desperately. She tried to swat Raven’s hands away, but couldn’t reach them behind her back.

Greedily refusing to surrender her previous advantage, Ivy maintained the headscissors, even though she could no longer breathe. Instead she reacted to the choke by tightening her thighs further still, piling incredible pressure into Raven’s head. Both girls now grunted and gasped with renewed urgency, entwined in their torturous position, each determined to break the other first. Hands sunk in Raven’s hair, Ivy focused on scissoring her opponent, trying to keep her balance as the leather strap tightened around her neck. Meanwhile Raven was trapped awkwardly on her knees, doing her best to endure the throbbing pain in her skull, stubbornly maintaining her grip on Ivy’s dog collar.

Neither wishing to concede, both girls pushed harder and harder, dishing out this mutual punishment as the crowd looked on in awe. Between her opponent’s thighs, Raven’s head was in absolute agony, and she knew she couldn’t endure much more of this pain. Above her, Ivy was struggling with her lack of oxygen, the vicious throttle starving her lungs and blurring her vision. Fear gripped the taller girl as her groggy brain began to panic, and she realised bitterly she would have to back down.

Ivy loosened the headscissors, releasing Raven’s head from her thighs and letting the busty brunette drop onto all fours. Ivy too then dropped to her knees, spluttering and gasping for air and massaging her crushed throat. Both wrestlers took several seconds to nurse their respective injuries, each oblivious to the other as they tried desperately to recover from their ordeal.

Raven seemed to manage this first. Though she was wincing and clutching her temple, the latin girl managed to stagger to her feet while Ivy was still rasping for air. Now it was Raven’s turn to approach her kneeling opponent from behind. Having discovered an opportunity for leverage, Raven grabbed hold of Ivy’s dog collar yet again. The pale-skinned goth squealed in protest as Raven used her grip on the collar to get Ivy on all fours. Keeping hold of the leather collar with one hand, Raven’s other hand grabbed hold of Ivy’s skirt. The short leather garment rode up over Ivy’s hips, humiliating the champion by putting her fishnet-clad ass on full display to the crowd.

Raven was in full control now, holding Ivy on all fours by her collar and her skirt. Raven used these holds to pull the pallid girl forwards, dragging Ivy across the ring on her hands and knees. As she led her opponent towards the opposite corner, Raven built up momentum, until she was pulling the bent girl at a jog. Stuck on all fours, Ivy scrambled helplessly across the ring. As they approached the turnbuckle, Raven used her grip on the leather collar and skirt to slam Ivy head-first into the turnbuckle.

There was a gigantic, ringing crash. The black-haired girl cried out in pain as her skull bounced off the metal corner post. She’d been slung into the corner with great force, and the ring shook as her head took the blow. Ivy collapsed onto her back, groaning weakly, her vision spinning.

Although badly injured herself, Raven took heart from seeing Ivy splayed helplessly on the floor. The busty brunette decided to press her advantage, and clambered up to the second rope of the turnbuckle. From there she launched herself backwards, lifting her legs to perform a flying bomb. It was an impressive sight- Raven’s big ass crashed heavily into Ivy’s chest. There was a massive thud as the full weight of the olive-skinned girl dropped onto Ivy’s body. The leather-clad champion shook violently as she took the blow, groaning in agony. Meanwhile the crowd cheered Raven’s daring comeback.

Writhing on the ground, Ivy gave a distressed moan. Raven was a big girl and having her full weight crash into you from above was almost impossible to bear. The punishing impact had smashed the air from Ivy’s body, leaving her badly winded. Reeling from the blow, Ivy tried to clamber back to her feet.

Raven, though, was waiting for her. As the dazed girl staggered upwards, Raven grabbed her in a side headlock, bending Ivy over and gripping her head tightly. The goth whimpered as her head was crushed under Raven’s left arm. The voluptuous challenger raised her right fist to the crowd, then drilled it into the top of Ivy’s trapped head. Ivy wailed as her battered skull took another blow, powerless to resist.

Raven now had a clear advantage- her weakened opponent was stuck in a headlock and going nowhere. Spurred on by the thought of victory, Raven launched punch after powerful punch into Ivy’s head, each punishing blow causing more pain than the last. Ivy could do nothing but groan as she took the heavy punches.

Encouraged by the other girl’s obvious struggles, Raven took the opportunity to further soften Ivy up. She drilled a punch into Ivy’s chest, causing the winded girl yet more pain. She moved onto thumping her soft, defenceless belly, making Ivy’s whole body tremble. For several minutes, Raven worked her opponent over, landing punch after punch after punch. Several times she smacked Ivy straight in the centre of her face, making her eyes water. The savagery of the attack was surprising, but a lot was at stake and Raven was determined not to lose. The luscious latin was as fierce as a cornered animal, and poor Ivy had to stand there and take the brunt of it.

Raven worked up a real sweat as she brutalised her opponent over and over. After several minutes of this one-sided violence, it became clear that Ivy was in real trouble. Repeated blows to the chest had left her struggling for air, and the pain in her trapped, battered skull was utterly excruciating. Ivy was dizzy and sick, and she felt her legs sag as she could no longer support her own weight. However, Raven simply used the headlock to hold the weakened girl upright, and continued her cruel assault. Pain and misery flooded Ivy’s senses as she realised she was being ground down, punch after punch, with torturous slowness- heading inexorably towards a gruelling defeat.

Panting from her exertions, ruthless Raven finally decided that Ivy had been softened up enough to risk letting her go. She bundled the taller girl into the adjacent corner, smashing her bodily against the metal ring post.

Ivy slouched against the turnbuckle, weak and groggy, arms draped across the top ropes. All the fight had gone out of her, her head was slumped down, and only the corner post was holding her up. Raven grinned triumphantly, taking a moment to catch her breath and wipe sweat from her brow. The leather-clad champion was now at the challenger's mercy!

Raven stepped up to her beaten foe. The luscious latin wanted to savour this moment, and thought about kicking the pale-skinned girl down and giving her a good long stink-face in the corner. Raven smiled at the thought of humiliating Ivy like that. Then she realised she could go one better, and unleash her deadly finishing move...

Raven took hold of Ivy's hair and roughly pulled it up and over the turnbuckle, angling the goth's head over the top of the corner post. Ivy was now arched back against the metal post, with her neck bent at ninety degrees and her face pointing up at the ceiling. Her darkly-painted features barely stirred at this treatment. Keeping Ivy's head pinned atop the turnbuckle, Raven clambered up the first and second ring ropes until her crotch was level with her victim's face. Then the voluptuous girl turned around and sat on top of the corner post, planting her ass on Ivy's upturned face. The brunette laughed with pleasure as she performed this humiliating finishing move - the dreaded Raven's Perch!

The crowd went wild at this awesome sight, with Raven using the top of the turnbuckle to face-sit her cornered opponent. Ivy’s battered body began to twitch at the unpleasant predicament as it forced itself on her senses. Her neck was twisted painfully backwards, and the back of her skull was forced hard into the top of the metal corner post. Worst of all, though, was the brutal indignity of having Raven’s big butt jammed heavily into her face. The full weight of the busty latin wrestler pressed down mercilessly, crushing Ivy’s head against the turnbuckle. The pretty features of the taller girl were completely engulfed by Raven’s ample ass, squashed and sore underneath the curvy, sweaty flesh.

Ivy squealed in obvious disgust, though her cries were heavily muffled. Her pale, leather-clad body began to squirm awkwardly, looking for release. Raven, though, simply gripped Ivy’s wrists with her hands and kept them pinned against the top rope, trapping her opponent and securing her position at the same time. Poor Ivy struggled weakly, trying to reclaim control of her arms, but her position was too weak. Feeling helpless, panic began to flood her beleaguered senses, and she thrashed her legs in distress.

The crowd started to whistle and jeer at the hapless champion, much to Raven’s delight. The olive-skinned babe was fired with confidence, and decided to punish her adversary further. Raven used her trailing legs to scissor Ivy’s body, crushing the goth’s ribs between her thick-set thighs. The seated girl gritted her teeth in effort, channelling her strength into further squashing her opponent. Ivy gave a stifled wail as fresh misery was heaped upon her.

The smother continued. The triumphant Raven started to grind her ass round and round, tormenting Ivy by mashing her butt cheeks right into her face. Ivy’s nose and mouth were now buried deep underneath her opponent, robbed of air by Raven’s hot and sweaty face sit. The latin girl’s tiny black thong rode up inside her ass crack, offering little protection against the unpleasant, full-weight smother. Poor Ivy stayed stuck in this humiliating and painful position, each second passing with excruciating slowness, suffering in tortured revulsion. The fans greeted this finishing move with loud appreciation, while outside the ring, Vixen and Jade looked on in impotent anger. Against all odds, Raven was running rampant.

Seconds gradually turned into minutes. “Yeah, how do you like this!?” laughed Raven, rubbing her buttocks back and forth. From atop her perch, the voluptuous challenger was clearly enjoying her hard-earned moment of domination. She loved the fans’ cheers, she loved the feel of her opponent under her ass cheeks, and she loved that this nasty finishing move of hers was about to win her the championship belt.

Ivy quivered for two gruelling minutes, her situation hopeless. After enduring all this embarrassing punishment, her sexy body finally went limp. Tense with excitement, Raven peeled her ass away from Ivy’s face, and hopped down from her perch. Moving quickly, she grabbed Ivy’s head and tossed her out of the corner and into the centre of the ring. Ivy’s abused body fell in a crumpled heap, landing at the feet of the referee.

The official knelt down and peered over the body of the fallen dominatrix, checking for signs of consciousness. Raven stood in the corner and watched in expectation of her victory. Then, from nowhere, Raven’s legs were swept from underneath her with a sickening lurch.

The sight of Ivy helpless on the mat, with Raven looking on smugly, had proven too much for Jade and Vixen to take. In pure, malicious spite, the two petite girls and reached up from outside the ring, each grabbing one of Raven’s boots. They had then pulled backwards with all their might, yanking Raven’s legs from under her. With her ankles jerked backwards, the big latin fighter toppled forwards, finding herself in free-fall for one shocking split second. Then the voluptuous girl crashed face-first into the mat, her lush features smashing into the canvas with jarring force. The sudden, brutal impact of the surprise blow left Raven dazed, lying face-down and sprawled in the corner.

Unfortunately for Raven, the referee didn’t see this illegal interference, as she was still bent over Ivy’s flagging figure. The gothic girl’s face was slick with sweat, and streaked with her matted black hair. Unsurprisingly, it looked as though the heavy ass-smother had knocked her out cold.

“Nngghhh...” A soft moan escaped Ivy’s lips. The leather-clad domme was awake, but barely. Somehow, Ivy had found the resolve to survive her opponent’s unpleasant finishing move, though it had brought her to the very edge, and left her reeling helplessly.

Meanwhile, Vixen and Jade were exploiting their window of opportunity to full effect. With the ruthless skill of the experienced cheat, each girl reached out and grabbed hold of one of Raven’s splayed legs from each side of the turnbuckle. Holding the downed Raven by her ankles, Jade and Vixen yanked back hard, pulling away from the ring and dragging Raven’s body into the corner. With a quick jerk, Raven was quickly slid towards the turnbuckle... where the metal post connected hard between her spread legs!

The crowd groaned- that HAD to hurt! Jade and Vixen had cruelly used their combined strength to slam their victim crotch-first into the corner, with eye-watering savagery. The entire ring shook with the impact as Raven took the brutal blow to her groin. The downed and dazed brunette shuddered with an intense spasm of pain.

The referee quickly turned round when she heard Raven’s low groan of distress, and frowned at seeing the olive-skinned wrestler face-down on the mat. The stern-faced official glared down angrily at Vixen and Jade, who were doing their best to look innocent.
“I said no interference!” screeched the dark-haired ref. “You know the rules!”
“It wasn’t us!!” Vixen and Jade chimed together.
“She fell!” added Vixen. “Raven can be really clumsy sometimes...”

The brunette official scowled down at the interlopers, her pretty blue eyes blazing furiously. She hated cheats, and badly wanted to punish these wrestlers for their interference, but she also knew that, having not seen the event, she couldn’t call a disqualification. Annoyed at her lapse, the referee had to allow the match to continue.

By this point, though, there didn’t seem to be much of a match left. Both fighters were now lying face-down on the canvas, struggling badly. In the centre of the ring, Ivy was slowly trying to recover from her awful ordeal at the hands (and ass) of Raven. Meanwhile, her voluptuous opponent was prone in the corner, all but motionless.

In fact, Raven was in serious trouble now. Dropping face-first to the mat had sent her head spinning, and having her crotch slammed into the ringpost had left her in real difficulty. The big-chested beauty found herself trembling with pain, unable to stand. The blow between her legs had caused her intense anguish, the sensation flooding her mind and coming close to making her pass out. Worse, this pain was refusing to subside. Unyielding agony continued to flow from her battered pussy, consuming her whole body.

Poor Raven had received countless kicks to the crotch in last week’s match, and her womanhood had been left incredibly tender from its harsh treatment. Still sensitive and vulnerable, the brutal smash into the turnbuckle had simply been a blow too far for her to take. The effect of the impact massively aggravated, Raven could do nothing but suffer as she relived the pain of last week’s ordeal all over again. Face pressed into the mat, tears began to well in her eyes as she quivered in pain.

Sleepy-eyed Ivy looked up from the floor, viewing her downed opponent with confusion, and shaking her head in bemusement. The match wasn’t over yet, it seemed. Hauling herself onto all fours, the leather-clad girl crawled painfully towards the corner where Raven lay suffering. The noise in the arena was intense at this point – the balance of this title battle could not be closer. Could Raven rouse herself in time? Or would Ivy reach the defenceless girl first?

Ivy slowly struggled across the ring on her hands and knees, giving the fans a great view up her short leather miniskirt. Eventually, she reached Raven; the brunette was still face-down, seemingly overcome with pain. Ivy was hurting badly, and she had to force herself to focus as she flipped Raven onto her back. The latin girl’s face was streaked with tears, and her eyes were screwed shut. The wounded wrestler was clearly incapable of resistance. With her strength all but depleted, Ivy flopped down chest-first across Raven’s body, positioning herself for the pin. The referee began the count.

“One... two...” The official was counting slowly, clearly reluctant to have the match end this way. Raven, though, showed no signs of recovering in time... “Three!” called the ref. The bell rang to signal the three-count pin. Ivy rolled off her opponent, lying on her back, exhausted and relieved in equal measure. She lay there gasping, glad to have defended her title.

The two black-clad wrestlers lay in the ring as the arena buzzed around them. The crowd were amazed at the turn of events they had witnessed. The weakened challenger had come so close to winning, and had all but finished the champion off... but foul play on the part of Raven’s rivals had handed the match to Ivy. Many fans had expected Ivy to win, but not like this.

After lying dazed on the mat for the best part of a minute, Ivy slowly climbed to her feet, using the ropes for support. Raven’s body was still motionless in the corner, the vicious pussy-smash having all but finished her off. The leather-clad goth had a history of humiliating her defeated foes; as a cruel dominatrix she was infamous. Tonight, though, Ivy showed no sign of wanting to celebrate her victory. Clutching a hand to her battered body, Ivy climbed carefully down from the ring, assisted by the referee. The pale-skinned girl was still suffering from the beating she had been given, and was still shocked at how close she had come to losing her championship belt. Propped up by the officials, Ivy limped away from the arena, a quiet and subdued winner.

With the fetish babe bailing out early, it seemed the fans wouldn't see any domination tonight. Or would they? All though this, Raven lay in the corner, forehead pressed to the mat, jaw clenched in anguish, oblivious to what was happening. As Ivy made her humble exit, Vixen and Jade climbed up onto the apron and into the ring. The atmosphere in the arena became even more intense as these two petite beauties entered play with their customary arrogant swagger. They grinned and waved playfully at the crowd, making a mockery of sportsmanship and fighting fair. Things did not look good for Raven – the big brunette was helpless, dazed, and alone in the ring with her two sadistic enemies.

Vixen placed her heeled boot on top of Raven’s downturned head.
“Aww, taken a fall, have we?” she teased. The redhead then raised her foot, and slammed it back down, stamping the back of Raven’s skull and smashing the latin’s face hard into the mat. The busty girl groaned weakly, clearly unable to defend herself at all. Raven’s cruel tormentors were spurred on by the prospect of a helpless victim, and Jade grabbed a handful of the brunette’s sweaty dark hair. The Chinese girl yanked it painfully upward, peeling Raven’s head from the mat.

“You want to know the result?” spat Jade. “You lost!” The slender oriental then threw Raven’s head back down onto the floor, making her eat the canvas yet again. Poor Raven was hopelessly groggy now, and in a world of pain. Unfortunately for her, Vixen and Jade were wanting to have a whole lot more fun with her before the night was out.

“Come on, let’s help you up!” mocked Vixen. The smaller girls each grabbed one of Raven’s arms, and hauled her upright. Then, they let go, and laughed as Raven’s weak legs buckled under her, and she fell ass-first back to the mat. The voluptuous girl’s backside bumped jarringly on the canvas, leaving her slumped in a seated position in the corner. Raven’s head lolled, and her lush latin features showed nothing but vacant misery. Her tired, limp body was, to Jade and Vixen, the perfect outlet for some fierce female aggression, and a brutal dose of one-way punishment.

“You can’t even sit up straight!?” laughed Vixen. “Here, I can help you with that!” The red-haired wrestler reached into the handbag round her shoulder and, with the chillingly familiar tinkle of steel, pulled out her metal handcuffs. Their fluffy red lining did not disguise the fact that these were heavy-duty restraints, signalling that bad things indeed were in store for their victim. Again taking an arm each, the petite girls bound the seated Raven to the turnbuckle, handcuffing her wrists to the top ropes and so leaving her arms hanging high above her head. The busty brunette now looked hopelessly vulnerable, a pitiful sight in the face of her two attackers.

“Not going anywhere now!” smiled Jade. To emphasise her point, she leaned down and delivered a massive open-handed slap to Raven’s face. The bound girl shook and slumped sideways from the force of the blow, but was held in place by the chains above her head. Grinning, Jade administered a second bitch-slap to the other side of Raven’s face, this time knocking her victim the other way. Again, the turnbuckle restraints held her in place. Painful pink marks appeared on the latin girl’s cheeks, and she whimpered in despair.

“Something wrong?” chuckled Vixen. The flame-haired sadist stepped up and aimed a heavy toe-kick into Raven’s gut. The busty girl gasped as the force of the blow gripped her tender belly, and her eyes widened in shocked pain. She tried to lean forward, instinctively doubling up to alleviate the suffering, but the handcuffs kept her pinned upright.

“Unngh...” wailed Raven, tugging at her restraints in a useless attempt at resistance. Vixen sniggered smugly, and kicked her victim a second time, then a third. Raven shook with agony as she was pummelled in the corner, gasping and groaning at the punishment her battered body was receiving.

“We’ve definitely softened her up,” observed Jade, “useless bitch that she is. Ooh, I know.... while she’s sat in the corner, we can practice the stink-face on her! She loves that shit, doesn’t she!”

Jade stood in front of her seated victim and turned around, positioning her ass a few inches forwards of Raven’s face. Enjoying the crowd reaction, Jade slipped her miniskirt down her thighs, revealing her cute, smooth, brown-skinned backside, clad only in a skimpy black thong. The silken-haired Chinese wiggled her pert rear.

“Let’s see how you like this!” Jade stepped backwards, planting her firm ass directly in Raven’s face. The trapped girl squealed in disgust. Jade added to her misery by waggling her butt, vigorously mashing her ass cheeks into Raven’s flustered features. The hapless latin beauty gave a muffled groan, aghast at what was happening, stuck at the wrong end of a move she usually dished out to others. Jade kept up this sexy, humiliating smother for the best part of a minute before finally removing her butt from Raven’s face, zipping her skirt back up and laughing at Raven’s unhappy reaction.

“Justice is served!” crowed Jade triumphantly.
“Yeah, pretty good,” giggled Vixen, “but let’s see if I can do better...”
The ginger-haired minx stepped up to Raven, turning around to present the handcuffed girl with her backside.
“Oh, no, not again...please...” whimpered Raven. Unsurprisingly, she was ignored.

Vixen playfully ran her hands down her sides, unbuttoning the front of her miniskirt. “The only thing worse than getting a stink-face...” she began, “...is getting a bare-assed stink-face!” Vixen pulled her skirt and panties down together, bending forwards to reveal her naked pink butt cheeks. Her small, perfectly-formed ass was now inches from poor Raven’s face.

“Eat this!” the redhead cried, jamming her rear into her rival’s features. Raven shuddered helplessly as she was given a second nasty stink-face. Vixen ground her hips round and round, overwhelming Raven’s senses with her peachy bare ass. Feisty Vixen aggressively rubbed her butt all over her enemy’s face, up and down, left and right, squashing the brunette’s nose with her naked buttocks. With cruel enthusiasm, she dished out this unpleasant torment for well over a minute, enjoying the stifled moans of her smothered, humiliated foe.

“Mmm, enjoying your trademark move, bitch!?” the redhead laughed.
Eventually, Vixen peeled her ass away from Raven’s sweaty face, and pulled her skirt back up. The latin girl’s face was screwed up in disgust, and she was panting weakly for fresh air. She felt utterly wretched, having just been stink-faced twice by her hated enemies in front of a huge audience. Surely it couldn’t get any worse than this?

Unfortunately for Raven, Vixen and jade were just getting warmed up. Between them, they grabbed the dazed girl’s ankles, and lifted her up off the mat. Raven didn’t know what was happening as she felt herself raised horizontal, with hands pushing underneath her. With a surge of effort, the petite girls hoisted Raven up, and toppled her inverted body out of the ring, shoving her over the top of the corner post! Raven shrieked as she felt herself falling towards the hard arena floor. However, her wrists were still shackled to the top rope, and a split-second later the handcuffs pulled taut, jolting her out of her fall. The steel restraints acted as a pivot, swinging her face-first into the outside of the turnbuckle. There was a horrible thud as Raven’s head and body slammed against the metal post with almost cartoon-esque brutality, channelling the full impact of her heavy fall. Raven groaned in anguish as her body was flooded with jarring pain.

The poor brunette was horribly dazed and dizzy, and felt as if she could pass out at any second. Utterly helpless, she dangled uselessly in the air, wrists bound above her head, body draped along the outside of the corner post. In short, she was not in a good position, and despite her agony, she knew it.

Her attackers climbed back out of the ring to join her. Raven’s full weight was suspended by the handcuffs, and the metal bit hard into her wrists. Vixen and Jade circled round behind her. Stuck facing the turnbuckle, Raven could only see her enemies from the corner of her vision – not seeing what they were up to made her incredibly nervous.

Raven didn’t have to wait long before suffering her tormentors’ attentions yet again. The petite girls slid her boots off her dangling feet, and tossed them aside. Next, they hooked their fingers inside her black panties, and pulled them down her legs, leaving them bunched at her ankles. Raven’s glorious round ass was now bared to the audience! Finally, the smaller girls stripped Raven of her top, leaving her big round breasts pressing naked against the cold metal turnbuckle. The hapless latin squirmed uncomfortably, but with her wrists bound to the top rope, there was absolutely nothing she could do. Her voluptuous body was now fully exposed.

Vixen rummaged around in her now-infamous handbag and produced a black permanent marker pen. In thick black ink, she drew a large capital ‘V’ on Raven’s left buttock! Cackling, she then added a big ‘J’ to Raven’s right ass cheek, completing the effect.

“Your ass belongs to us now!” Jade taunted.
“Fucking... cheating... bitches...” Raven whimpered.
“Well, that’s not very nice!” Vixen frowned. “If you’re not going to behave, then it looks like we’ll have to spank you!”
Playing to the audience, Vixen again reached into her handbag of evil ‘toys’, and pulled out a black spanking paddle.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl!” the redhead announced, raising the oval paddle high into the air. “It’s time for you to get a long, hard, spanking!!”

Grinning maliciously, Vixen whipped the paddle down with vicious force. The black oval smacked firmly against Raven’s bare ass, and the loud crack of slapped flesh rang through the air. Raven’s struck buttocks quivered from the impact, and she yelped in indignant pain. Unrelenting, Vixen spanked her victim’s ass a second time, then a third. Poor Raven squirmed and squealed, utterly helpless in the face of this latest humiliation.

Several more stinging blows whipped down, increasing Raven’s misery and making her ass cheeks burn painfully. In last week’s match, the busty brunette had been bent over and given a long and brutal public spanking; now, she was going through that ordeal all over again. More strikes fell against her bare, round backside, making Raven whimper in futile protest. Her soft, curvy skin was still raw from last week’s abuse, which amplified the pain in the hapless girl’s ass.

“Stop... please stop....” she begged, to no avail. Raven’s beautiful, olive-coloured butt throbbed fiercely as it received spank after spank, her trapped body writhing in agony. Vixen’s ruthless attack continued- ten strikes of the paddle slowly became twenty, then thirty. For the handcuffed girl, the punishment was excruciating; she screeched and sobbed at each torturous blow to her backside. By the time the count reached forty, her ass cheeks were visibly turning bright pink.

Finally, Vixen stepped back, panting from her cruel exertions, smiling broadly. “Hope you’re learning your lesson now!” she laughed, wiping sweat from her brow.

“Please, no more...” Raven whimpered, her furrowed brow pressed against the cool metal corner post.
“Oh, but hang on, it’s Jade’s turn now!” chuckled Vixen, handing the black paddle over to her colleague. Jade’s dark brown eyes lit up as she weighed the paddle in her hand, and she cackled harshly.

Eager to match Vixen’s efforts, Jade’s first swing of the paddle was extra fierce. Raven howled as her sensitive ass was struck yet again. The Chinese fighter ignored her victim’s suffering, and continued her vicious assault. Jade administered a wicked flurry of heavy spanks, punishing Raven’s ass with blow after stinging blow from the paddle. Ten, twenty, thirty strikes... each one cracking loudly against the voluptuous girl’s flesh.

Poor Raven’s rounded butt cheeks slowly darkened through this gruelling torture, their pink glow turning red, red turning to purple. The crowd couldn’t believe the savage treatment that Raven was being forced to endure. The busty brunette was now a quivering wreck, hopelessly humiliated and beside herself with pain.

Eventually, Jade relented, having had more than her share of the ‘fun’ on offer. The hapless Raven had been spanked in excess of eighty times, and it showed. The latin girl was in a sorry state; her purple ass still sported the black initials of her tormentors, and tears were spilling down her face. She groaned weakly.

“Oh, quit whining, you baby!” Jade spat. The petite oriental removed Raven’s thong from around her ankles, and used the sweaty black garment to gag the big brunette. Raven gave a muffled moan as the thong was tied tight around her jaw, and the damp, fetid fabric forced between her lips and pressed down against her tongue. Now naked, bound and gagged, poor Raven felt degraded like never before.

More reasonable girls might have left the punishment there, but Jade and Vixen were driven by cold, callous fury. With the officials still occupied by Ivy’s limping exit, these two slender hellcats were free to inflict yet more torture on the body of their enemy, in full view of the fan-filled arena. They grabbed Raven’s dangling legs and pushed them back into the ring, either side of the turnbuckle. Raven was now in a pseudo-seated position, her wrists cuffed to the top rope, her body draped down the outside of the ring post, and her legs lying under the ropes, across the canvas and straddling the turnbuckle. Vixen and Jade slid nimbly back into the ring, facing their helpless victim once again. Reaching to the mat, they each grabbed one of Raven’s legs.

“Ready for some more fun?” Vixen teased. “Now, I know you don’t have a boyfriend, and your nasty pussy doesn’t see a lot of action, so we thought we’d help you out. You want to fuck the turnbuckle, Raven?”
“Mmmpphh!!!” The gagged girl shook her head desperately, her big brown eyes full of fear. Surely these girls had limits?
“Yeah, you do, you want to fuck the turnbuckle, you big slut!” mocked the redhead. “Here it comes....”

The petite beauties used their grip on Raven’s legs to push the larger girl’s body out and away from the ring. Then, with brutal precision, they jerked them back hard, pulling Raven back towards the centre. Raven’s legs were pulled either side of the ringpost, the metal turnbuckle slamming heavily between her thighs. There was a massive thud as Raven’s crotch was slammed against the hard black post. The crowd groaned at seeing such a vicious move, drowning out the victim’s own cries, but Raven’s anguished face revealed the hellish pain she was in. She couldn't believe she was being made to endure this agony again.

“Yeah, that’s it... hump the ring post!” her tormentors laughed. Keeping hold of her legs, they pushed her out once more, then quickly pulled her back, crotch-first into the turnbuckle. The ring shook with the impact. Raven screamed into her mouth-gag, consumed with agony, unable to take any more of this punishment. Her pussy had already been sore from earlier attacks, both today and in last week’s match, leaving it highly vulnerable. This brutal, targeted assault was engulfing her senses, leaving her mind reeling and her womanhood burning with intense pain.

“You want more, don’t you?” cackled Vixen. Working in wicked tandem, the slender girls set their busty victim up for yet another crotch slam. Raven’s desperate, muffled scream rang out, as more heavy, agonising pain hit her between the legs.

“What’s that? You want to go faster?” Jade and Vixen smirked. Once more, they pushed Raven out from the corner post, only to slam her pussy right back into it. Poor, helpless Raven shuddered at the intolerable pain of the impact. Her sensitised and naked crotch had no protection against the hard metal turnbuckle, and the horrified brunette was suffering like never before. However, handcuffed to the ropes and firmly gagged, she was utterly powerless to stop this brutal humiliation.

The two beautiful sadists were showing no signs of compassion for their quivering foe. Keeping a tight grip of Raven’s legs, they continued to pound the bigger girl’s bare pussy against the ringpost. Over and over again, they slammed her into the corner with ruthless enthusiasm. Gripped with pain, Raven’s world began to lose focus as she endured the endless, eye-watering punishment. Vixen and Jade would tease her after each excruciating blow, laughing and enjoying her hopeless position.

“Yes... yes... YES!!” they mocked, as they thumped Raven’s groin against the corner.

The intense levels of pain slowly ground the luscious latin down, and she felt her vision blur. With each degrading crotch-slam, Raven found herself mentally begging for release, unable to withstand her maddening predicament. Thud after violent thud shook the ring as the big girl helplessly took the awful abuse. The horrible agony between Raven’s thighs got worse and worse, the sickening sensation completely engulfing her. Her muffled cries for mercy slowly became weaker and weaker as the pain overwhelmed her. Eventually, after countless blows to the pussy, Raven finally fell into unconsciousness.

Jade and Vixen released her now-limp body. “Aw, bless, we tired her out!” giggled Jade. Pleased with their evil achievements, the petite babes slid out of the ring, and scampered away before any official retribution appeared. Smirking, they skipped backstage; a chorus of boos was all that befell them.

Meanwhile, the only wrestler now left in the ring was Raven. Slumped in unconsciousness, her big, beautiful body bore the marks of her horrible evening. Raven and Ivy had really gone at each other tonight, and it had looked as though the leather-clad goth would easily triumph over her injured adversary. Raven, though, had shown incredible resolve, and after a stunning fight-back, had managed to get the pale-skinned girl right where she wanted. The challenger had found herself on the brink of victory... when her old rivals had wickedly interfered, costing her the match. The bell having rung on this epic title fight, Vixen and Jade proceeded to pummel their enemy, utterly degrading her in front of the entire audience.

The voluptuous latin now sat oblivious, strapped to the outside of the turnbuckle with furry red handcuffs. Raven’s thick dark hair hung down over her sleeping face, her mouth gagged with her sweaty black panties. Her smooth olive skin was covered in bruises, and her naked, tender ass was glowing deep red from its lengthy spanking. Defaced with a ‘V’ and a ‘J’, Raven’s battered backside served as a reminder to everyone of the smaller girls’ cruelty.

Vixen and Jade had really shown that they meant business tonight, and that any girl trying to take advantage of them would not find it easy. Having set their sadistic sights on Raven, the slender beauties had ruthlessly brought the bigger girl down, showing a talent for underhand tactics and an even greater enthusiasm for inflicting pain. It had been a horrendous couple of weeks for Raven, suffering badly and losing out to her rivals, and now finished off with a huge public humiliation, and one of the most torturous knock-outs this league had ever seen. As the crowd gazed at her bound and battered body, they wondered if this was a beating too far for the busty babe to take. Was the broken brunette doomed to be Vixen’s bitch? Or would Raven someday manage to get her own back on the sinful, sexy redhead?