By JJJ

(Author’s note: This story is fairly one sided and brutal so if that bothers you don’t continue. This story is going to be used as a set up to a new league.)

Christy sat in her hotel room with an ice pack on her right knee, still not able to put much pressure on the throbbing leg. Nancy had handed the blonde her first loss in the tournament, and what a nasty beating the sore blonde had endured. Christy had trouble walking around the hotel room, and tomorrow she would be facing Rose in a match she wanted no part of. The match was set up to be a last woman standing match, where in order to win the contest your opponent had to be out for a standing 10 count. There were no pin falls, submissions or count outs and other than that anything was legal. What made matters worse for Christy was that Rose was a crazy wrestler who did hardcore, steel cage, and last woman standing matches all the time. The big black woman lived for things like this, and Christy and Carolyn cringed as they watched video tapes of the black woman destroying opponent after opponent. Rose hadn’t lost a match in this tournament and barely broke a sweat in her victories. In her last match she destroyed Jenny, much to Christy’s delight, leaving the brunette broken, stripped and humiliated in the center of the ring.

Christy sat telling Carolyn how she seriously considered just throwing in the towel, and taking the second loss and heading home. Carolyn didn’t really say much, but just listened to her friend, unsure what to do. The day passed uneventfully for the blonde duo, who spent the majority of it at the hotel pool working on their tans, relaxing and trying to keep Christy’s mind of the upcoming matchup. The day of the wrestling match arrived and Christy’s knee felt like hell, but the blonde decided to give it her all and go through with the match.

Christy (5’5” 109 lbs.) was called out and the normally bubbly blonde stunner came out in a somber mood. Christy had gone through a lot in her 3 matches in the tournament and it clearly showed, even though the fans gave her an ovation. The blonde was wearing a sexy two piece red bikini that had straps connecting the small triangle top to the thong bottom running across her stomach and back. Meekly the blonde smiles as she slowly makes her way down the ramp and begins hi fiving a few fans in the front row. The blonde’s long sandy hair is left down cascading over her shoulders, and her make up is applied less lightly than normal. Suddenly the arena begins booing, but Christy has no idea why as she keeps heading up towards the ring.

Reyna, who beat on and humiliated Christy in the first match of the tournament, comes running down the ramp the blonde having no idea what was forth coming. Reyna reaches Christy just as she is at the bottom of the ramp and Reyna slams a double axe handle into Christy’s upper back. Christy groans as she was completely taken by surprise and is sent shooting forward to the arena floor, tripping awkwardly in her stiletto heels. Christy is on her hands and knees wondering what happened and Reyna comes up from the side slamming a kick into Christy’s washboard stomach. The blonde groans and instantly falls back onto the floor holding her aching stomach. Reyna then raises her heeled boot and begins stomping straight down on Christy’s back, the gorgeous blonde screams in pain as the spiky heel digs into her tender flesh. After 5 straight stomps, Reyna finally bends forward and latches onto Christy's long blonde hair. Christy yelps as pain explodes in her scalp as she is roughly ripped up to her to her feet. Christy was in pain, and couldn’t stop Reyna from walking her over to the ring, and slamming her forehead onto the edge of the wrestling ring. Christy groaned as her forehead met the unforgiving mat, but Reyna kept the hair hold in place and ripped back on the blonde’s head yet again. Christy screamed in pain as her head was driven down a second time, again her forehead meeting the rough material.

Christy falls to the floor and brings her hands up to her aching head while Reyna walks along the arena floor giving the fans the middle finger. Suddenly, Rose (5’9 180lbs) who is Christy’s opponent for the match makes her way to the top of the ramp. The black woman was met with a chorus of boos, but pays the crowd little attention as she watched Reyna man handling Christy. Rose came out wearing leather thong, matching leather corset, and spiky heeled black knee high boots. The huge black woman slowly made her way down the ramp, taking her time to get down to the ring as she was enjoying watching Reyna soften up her opponent for her. Reyna sees Rose at the top of the ramp and listens to the chorus of boo’s and yells that fill the air, but the black woman turns back just as Christy begins making it up to her feet albeit shakily. Just as Christy finally made it up to a standing position Reyna rushes forward and grabs her forearm. Christy tries to pull away, but soon she finds her body being spun around and then being flung forward. Christy squealed in agony as her lower back slams into the ring apron, the blonde’s hands going to her now aching back. Reyna keeps up the attack, again latching onto Christy’s forearm dragging the blonde away from the ring. This time she begins spinning the stunned blonde around and then flings her forward again. Christy screams in agony as her spine meets the metal crowd divider instantly dropping her to the arena floor in a world of pain. Reyna pays no attention to the booing fans but bends down and forces Christy to her feet again, the blonde’s hand going to her aching back.
Reyna begins to pull Christy towards the ring and then securing a grip on her arm whips her back first into the steel steps. Christy groans as her back slammed into the steel and instantly crumpled on the arena floor holding her throbbing back. With her arms behind her, Christy’s tight stomach was left open and Reyna stepped forward and slammed a kick into her midsection. Christy moans weekly as the snap kick stuns the aching blonde. Christy has no rest as Reyna grabs a handful of her long hair and again brings her up to her to her feet. Reyna begins to push Christy under the bottom rope and then Rose dashed forward and slides in the ring after her.
Reyna began walking backward up to the dressing room and the referee is unsure what to do as he looks at Christy lying on the mat, holding her aching back. Finally he calls for the bell as Christy was crawling up using the ropes in a corner. The bell rang and Christy didn’t make a move, but stood in her corner struggling to stand up. Rose smiled at her blonde opponent and then sprang out of her corner and charged at Christy. Christy meekly put her hands up and turned her head to the side at the last second preparing to brace for the impact. Big mistake as Rose lowered her shoulder and knocked Christy off her feet with a powerful spear straight into her tight stomach. Christy’s aching body flew through the air from the jarring impact, knocking her back into the turnbuckle. The impact sent Christy’s body jostling back from the corner and then down to the mat face first stunned. Rose reached down, grabbed two handfuls of long thick hair and ripped the gasping beauty straight up off the canvas.
Christy fumbled for footing as she rose awkwardly trying to fight through the pain filling he entire aching body. Rose stared into Christy's enchanting eyes, never letting on about the whistling fist that was already on its way to smash into her ribs. Christy’s mouth dropped open as she was left gasping for breath her body crumpling to the side in response to the powerful punch. As Christy was hunching holding her aching left side, Rose stepped forward and drove her foot into Christy's tight exposed stomach. Christy winced in pain, her head and shoulders hunched over in reflex, long hair covering her face as she stood lifeless. Christy couldn't get her breath as Rose cocked her fist back this time bringing it up from the floor and burying it in Christy's vulnerable crotch. Christy instantly dropped to the mat and curled into the fetal position, grasping for breath that seemed to not be coming as she squeezed her thighs on both hands as she held her aching crotch.
Rose stepped back and began to flex for the crowd and was met with a chorus of boos and jeers. She paraded around the ring screaming at how good she was, already having Christy on the mat not even one minute into the match. Rose continued show boating walking around the ring, taking in the cascading boos. Finally she walked over to Christy who was kicking her heeled feet weekly against the mat, massaging her pulsing crotch. Rose reached down snatching hold of Christy’s long hair, and then pulled her up to a standing position. Once the dazed blonde was on her feet, Rose latched onto her forearm and swung her into the ropes. As Christy’s incredible body stretched the ropes, they snapped back, sending her hurtling back toward Rose who charged at the blonde with her arm raised and outstretched. Christy couldn’t bring her arms up in time to defend herself and the clothesline caught her squarely in the throat. The sheer power of the blow caused the stunning girl to flip 360 degrees before crashing down on her face in the center of the ring.
The larger black girl again yanked Christy off the mat, this time scooping up the shocked beauty with one arm between Christy's thighs, hefting her in the air shoulder high. Rose paraded around the ring, displaying Christy’s wriggling body in the air her right arm coming up and smacking Christy’s ass cheek. Rose smacked her ass cheek again, then stepped forward planted her foot and slammed the helpless beauty down to the mat. Christy's body flew down, struck the mat, and then bounced back into the air almost a foot. The blonde dropped and lay moaning from the blazing pain as she tried to reach around to massage her throbbing back.
Rose pulled Christy painfully to her feet and led her to the corner where she drove the blonde face first into the top turnbuckle. Christy was still in pain and soon found herself being dragged to another corner. Using her forward motion as momentum Rose drove Christy face first into the turnbuckle. Christy groaned as she staggered and stumbled down onto her aching knee which still hadn’t recovered from her last match against Nancy. Rose yanked the aching beauty right back up to her feet and dragged her to the next corner where she again drove Christy’s face into the turnbuckle. Christy’s face smacked down, but Rose didn’t drag her to the last corner. Instead she drove Christy’s face down again and again, and then threw the stunned blonde back to the mat by the hair. Christy squealed as she was forcefully driven back to the mat, landing on her shapely ass.
Rose reached down, grabbed two fists full of hair and yanked Christy up to a standing position. Rose waited for Christy to stand up fully before she slammed her balled fist into her midsection causing the blonde to buck forward in response. Rose latched onto Christy’s hair and slid her head between her thighs and quickly locked her ankles together pinning the blonde’s head tightly between her muscular thighs. With Christy’s head secured in place, Rose bent forward wrapping her arms around Christy’s tiny midsection. Rose heaved back and lifted her opponent into the air and then leapt upward sending both fighters shooting through the air and crashing down onto the canvas. Rose executed a perfect pile driver as Christy’s head slammed down into the canvas. Christy lay sprawled on the mat, lifelessly trying to get her bearings. The arena seemed to be spinning as the blonde heard the crowd yelling, but couldn’t make out sounds or voices as a dull ringing echoed in her head.

Christy again found herself being dragged up by the forearm and Rose threw her harshly backward into the corner. Christy was slammed into the corner and Rose reached forward grabbing hold of the middle ropes on either side of the turnbuckle. Rose showed her in ring prowess as she used the ropes to propel herself forward, driving her shoulder into Christy’s stomach. Rose still held the ropes and dropped back only to shot forward again, her shoulder burying into Christy’s belly button. Christy was in trouble again as her face showed no expression while she hung lifelessly in the ropes. Rose repeated the move again and again completely knocking the wind out of Christy, using the ropes to catapult her forward each time.

Rose stepped back and Christy dropped from the ropes falling down onto her ass, completely winded and her stomach aching. Rose only took a second to catch her breath and then reached down grabbing a fistful of hair and helped lift her weakend opponent right back onto her feet. Rose held Christy by the back of her hair and forced Christy to bend over slightly as she drove her face first against the top rope. Forcefully, Rose pushed Christy’s forehead against the top rope and then began dragging her from one corner to the next, grinding her flesh across the stinging ring rope. Christy shrieked as her forehead felt like it was on fire, the tuff ring rope tearing into her tender skin. When Rose reached the turnbuckle she pulled Christy’s head back by the hair and slammed it downward, driving her face first into the leather turnbuckle.

Christy groaned as Rose kept her viscous hair hold in place and started walking to the next turnbuckle again grinding and raking Christy’s forehead against the top rope. Christy screamed as she was dragged over and then slammed face first into the buckle again. Rose repeated the move walking around the ring until she slammed Christy’s face into each turnbuckle. When she was done Christy’s forehead was beat red and tender from being dragged along the ropes, the dazed blonde found herself chest first in the corner. Rose used her left hand to grab Christy by the back of the hair and lifted her head downward and back. Taking a step backward Rose punted her right foot forward burying it right between Christy’s spread thighs. Christy tried to scream out but nothing was coming from her opened mouth as she fell to her knees, her mouth open in a silent scream. Christy moved very slowly as she managed to move her hands onto her wounded crotch and tried rolling over onto her back.

Rose dropped down, slid outside the ring, and reached up securing a grip of Christy’s left ankle. Rose slammed Christy’s knee square into the steel pole causing her to scream out in pain, just as Nancy had done nights before. Christy had no way out and she screamed out in agony again as her knee was rammed into the metal pole. Rose’s few supporters in the crowd came alive as they began counting, and after five straight shots Christy was sobbing. Christy desperately tried to pull herself away and finally she was able to roll over onto her back causing Rose to lose her grip on the blonde’s ankle. Christy gingerly pulled her leg upward grabbing hold of the throbbing knee while moaning painfully lying on the mat tears trickling out of the corner of her eyes. Her black opponent wasted no time as she slid in the ring and dragged Christy smack into the center of the mat.

Rose was quick as she dropped down onto her knees, positioning them atop of Christy’s hair pinning her head tightly against the canvas. Christy tried rising her torso upward, but was unsuccessful as her hair was held against the mat, her hands quickly coming up in response to grab at Rose. Rose easily grabbed hold of Christy’s wrists and then pinned them to the floor while moving her body upward so her crotch was just above Christy’s face. Rose slid forward lowering her sweaty crotch and ass upon Christy’s face. Christy put everything she had into trying to wiggle side to side as she struggled beneath the weight of Rose’s frame. Rose took a few seconds and then positioned herself perfectly so she buried Christy’s face completely. Rose’s knees still pinned Christy’s arms to the mat and then she began grinding her sweaty crotch and ass up and down over Christy’s perfect face.

Christy frantically kicked her heeled feet weekly, panic filling her body as she was being crushed beneath Rose’s large ass. Rose saw Christy’s legs kick and paid no attention as they would pose no threat from her perch on the blonde. Instead Rose focused on sliding her crotch back and forth over Christy’s face making sure her opponent took in her sweaty smell. Christy’s body thrashed less and less as the hold went on for a minute, and Rose must have sensed this. Instead of ending the match and forcing Christy out, she instead chose to rise upward, lifting herself up off Christy’s face allowing the blonde a chance to get some much needed air. Christy gasped and sucked in air eagerly, as her lungs quickly filled up. Rose, not wanting to give her too much of a chance to recover slid her ass back down covering Christy’s face again burying it beneath her crotch.

Christy’s face was once again engulfed beneath the sweaty stench of Rose’s crotch, the blonde again kicked frantically. Christy was desperate as she couldn’t take in any air, only the stink coming from Rose’s crotch. The sadistic black woman again held her crotch in place until Christy’s thrashing and kicking started to grow week. Rose raised her ass up slightly allowing a small amount of fresh air to Christy, but this time she bent over and latched onto Christy’s breasts. Christy raised and stomped her heeled feet as she felt pressure mounting in her already aching breasts. Rose mashed her fingers together squeezing and crushing her tender flesh while continuing to have her ass only inches above Christy’s face. Christy was frantic kicking and struggling and finally managed to get her right arm freed from beneath Rose’s knee. Rose lowered herself back onto Christy’s face but Christy wildly fought and reached for anything she could grab.

The painful aching in her breasts was building as Rose’s hands were crushing her tender flesh. The blonde desperately flung her right arm upward and scrambled around until it was finally able to latch onto Rose’s hair. Christy was almost defeated, but gripped onto Rose’s hair and began yanking backward for all she was worth. She jerked Rose’s head around by the hair, the black woman shrieking in surprise pain from the sudden attack. Christy kept pulling and ripping Rose’s head side to side, but now that the initial shock of the attack had worn of, Rose gained her composure and then slammed a hard left into Christy’s stomach. Christy couldn’t prepare for the punch as her face was still covered by Rose’s crotch so the blow took her by complete surprise forcing her to loose her grip on Rose’s hair.

Rose stood up and again Christy sucked in air, while holding her aching breasts lying on her back. Rose drove her heel square into Christy’s open stomach causing her to groan as the breath she had gotten quickly flew from her. Rose loomed over Christy who didn’t know what part of her aching body to cover. Rose ran back to the ropes, sprang off them and dropped a massive elbow down onto Christy's aching right breast. Christy howled as her feet flew up, then she quickly rolled to her side clutching her battered boob struggling to breathe. Rose wasted no time in pulling Christy back up by her hair and whipping her into the turnbuckle. Christy looked drunk as her back slammed into the thin padding and she took two staggering steps out of the corner. Rose dropped to one knee and fired a vicious uppercut low and deep into Christy's tight abs. The dazed beauty gurgled as she slowly pitched forward red-faced and moaning staggering lifelessly about on her feet.
. Rose started to rise up and once standing she threw a nasty haymaker uppercut that struck Christy square in her aching right breast. Christy was thrown back into the ropes and her pulsing breast felt like it was going to explode. Unfortunately for Christy, her arms draped over the top rope, leaving her hanging in the corner with her head down, her disheveled hair hanging down covering her flawless face and her legs stretched out limp. Christy seemed completely helpless as Rose stepped forward and grabbed her by the chin, squeezing her nails in as she lifted her so she was forced to look into the dark, deep, deadly eyes. A sadistic smile crossed Rose's face as she quickly drove her knee deep into the ‘V’ of Christy's crotch. Christy moaned in utter agony as her whole body lifted in the air having no clue the knee was coming. Christy would have dropped to the mat but for her arms being draped over the top rope keeping her suspended lifelessly in the corner. Christy’s head fluttered side to side, her hands wanting to go to her pulsing crotch, but instead her head fell forward lifelessly. As her head hung down, Rose fired an overhand punch into the back of her skull that knocked Christy to the mat on her hands and knees.
Christy was on all fours like a dog, when Rose positioned herself directly in front of the aching beauty, grabbed the blonde's head and pulled it between her thighs. Christy was totally helpless; on all fours with her head locked between Rose's legs. The black woman reached out with both free hands and grabbed the back of Christy's sexy bikini bottoms. Christy's legs thrashed in the air as Rose pulled the thong toward her, the material cutting into her crotch painfully. Christy's screams could barely be heard from the way her head was trapped between Rose’s thighs. As Christy struggled futilely to break free, Rose pulled all the harder for what seemed to last a full minute, lifting Christy’s hips seductively in the air with each pull. What a view the crowd got to see of Christy’s incredible ass and body down on all fours. When Rose finally released both Christy's head and her thong the blonde rolled into what was becoming a common position for her - the fetal.
Rose took a few moments to parade around the ring loving the boos and screams she was getting from the crowd. Rose took great pleasure in hurting and humiliating her opponents, and Rose couldn’t believe how much she was specifically enjoying this. Rose walked around to each side of the ring slowly taking her time loving the yells and insults. Christy meanwhile tired to regain her composure finally crawling up to all fours looking incredible with the thong bikini wedged deeply in her ass. Christy looked up through teary eyes to see Rose still playing it up for the crowd and began to crawl across the ring to a corner. She managed to reach the ropes and pitifully tried to use them to climb to her feet, unaware that Rose had now turned her attention back to her. Just as Christy grabbed the middle rope, Rose sprang into action, delivering a huge drop kick that sent Christy to the mat.
Rose reached down grabbing a handful of Christy’s hair and ripped her up to her feet. Once Christy was standing, Rose dragged her over to the ropes where she pushed Christy chest first against the top rope, throwing her lifeless arms outside the ring. Rose reached down grabbing Christy around the ankles and quickly began pulling upward until she was able to prop her legs on her shoulders. Once she had Christy’s legs up, Rose began pushing upward sending Christy sliding over the top rope. Christy was flying downward momentarily before crashing down onto the floor down outside the ring, landing harshly on her back. Fortunately for Christy, her feet hit the ground first, but her ass managed to take a great portion of the fall. Christy groaned in agony as she lay on the cool arena floor the wind completely knocked out of her from the fall. Rose slid out beneath the bottom rope and reached down grabbing a handful of hair pulled Christy onto her knees while forcing her over toward the ring.
Christy was once again on all fours as Rose picked her up by her right arm. As Christy was forced to rise, Rose bent her arm behind her lithe body placing the blonde in a textbook hammerlock. The trapped beauty wailed again, rising to the tips of her heeled toes to ease some of the pain coursing through her damaged shoulder. As Rose continued to apply the pressure, she dug her other hand into Christy's long locks pulling the blonde’s head backward. The black woman then ran forward and drove Christy chest-first into the steel ring post. Rose released her hold and Christy slumped to the floor holding her breasts. Rose’s foot came barreling upward exploding into Christy’s aching right breast pancaking it against her chest bone. Christy groaned as her body flipped to the side in response to the devastating shot that left her lying on the floor.
Rose ran over and grabbed a steel chair that lay folded by the metal divider taking in the boos and curses of the fans as she smiled wickedly. Rose paid no attention to the crowd, instead went about walking back to Christy and placed the folded metal chair on the ring apron. Rose reached down grabbing a handful of Christy’s long sweaty hair and dragged her up onto her feet. Christy was wobbly standing, her left leg wanting to give out, her right hand going up to her aching right breast. Once Rose had a secure grip in Christy’s hair, Rose drove Christy’s face down slamming it against the hard metal of the steel chair. Rose quickly yanked upward upon Christy’s hair and again slammed her suddenly aching face into the metal. Christy screamed in pain as her face exploded in agony, as Rose released the blonde allowing her to slump downward onto the floor where she curled up and covered her face with her hands.

Rose grabbed the chair off the ring apron and quickly placed it on the ground unfolding it so it functioned as a chair again. The black woman then reached down grabbing Christy by the hair and lifted her up onto her knees. Christy stumbled forward almost tripping to the floor, but Rose held her in place locking onto her hair. Rose again used her hair hold and drove Christy’s face first into the metal seat. Christy groaned as her nose slammed down into the hard steel, mashing her face as Rose forced her head into the steel. Not allowing Christy to get her arms up, Rose again drove her face forward slamming her face square into the metal. Rose took in the boos but locked her hands tightly around Christy’s long locks and kept repeating the maneuver. Fans of the black woman began chanting out count as Christy’s face was driven down, three, four, five, six, seven times Rose slammed Christy’s face against the metal seating area of the chair before ripping her hair back and throwing her on the arena floor.

Christy hit the floor and reached up with both hands to cover her face, blood trickled from her left nostril, the blonde fearing her nose broken. The blonde was sobbing on the arena floor, kicking her feet while holding her aching face, blood trickling from beneath her hands. Rose reached down grabbing her bloodied foe by the hair and pulled her right back up onto her feet. Christy’s hands still held her nose, blood trickling down between her fingers, again she almost stumbled but Rose continued walking her over to the ring apron. Rose showed no mercy to her battered foe as she secured a grip in Christy’s long locks and drove her forehead first into the ring apron. Rose’s fans again began counting, while the majority of the arena boos loudly. Christy was too dazed to stop Rose from slamming her forehead first into the ring apron a second time.

Christy groaned when her cheek met the corner of the apron, unable to stop the black woman, the blonde found her head whipping upward and then down again. Christy’s nose met the apron this time and blood poured out of it when Rose ripped her head back. The third and final time put Christy on the ground, her head falling lifelessly to the side, a small puddle of blood collecting on the floor from her leaking nose. Rose gave Christy no rest, or mercy, and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her along behind her as she climbed up the stairs and back into the ring with Christy forced to crawl on all fours like a whipped dog. When they were in the ring it was obvious that Christy was completely defenseless, small drops of blood falling from her aching nose leaving a trail to the center of the ring. Christy put all of her energy into just crawling to keep up with the black woman dragging her across the ring.

Rose forced the blonde to her feet, bent her forward and wrapped her arms around Christy's tight middle. Squeezing, Rose powered Christy up and held her upside down in pile driver position. Christy was disoriented with her body suspended upside down and Rose demonstrated how strong she was as she began bouncing up and down while holding Christy helpless. Then Rose began to squeeze Christy’s body until her face started turning a dark shade of red that seemed to match the blood still pouring out of her nose. Christy gasped as Rose tightened her grip even more before viciously driving her downward. Christy's head slammed into the mat, her body bounced into the air, and then she fell over face down on the canvas. The blonde may have been out cold but her hand moved ever so slightly toward her neck. Rose saw Christy was almost out and had no intention of ending yet so she knew she had to wait for her to show more signs of life, again a small pool of blood was forming where she lay on the mat.
Rose didn’t want the match to end, so she made sure as the referee’s count reached 6 she began to pull Christy up not letting her off the hook yet. Christy was immediately brought to her feet by Rose and found herself being shot forward and slung into the ropes. As the beautiful girl bounced back to the center of the ring, Rose timed a powerful side kick catching her square in the center of her already sore chest. Christy's body flew backward then tumbled awkwardly tripping in her heels right back into the corner. As soon as her back hit the turnbuckle, Christy staggered forward no longer aware of where she was. Just as Christy left the ropes, Rose smashed another side kick square into Christy’s tight stomach. Christy had nothing left in her and crumpled to the mat, but Rose seemed only to be getting warmed up as she again pulled the blonde to her feet by the wrist. Rose slid her shoulders up underneath Christy's body, and then lifted her back into the air and hoisted the blonde onto her shoulders placing her in a backbreaker. Lifting Christy effortlessly several different times before becoming satisfied with the hold, the black woman then began to bend the blonde beauty in half.
Christy screamed in pain, as Rose's hand held her with one hand under her chin and the other on her thigh. Rose jumped in the air and snapped her arms downward, bending Christy awkwardly over her shoulders. Christy bellowed as Rose increased the pressure on her aching back, a trail of blood trickling down her face from her nostril. Rose held nothing back as Christy screamed for the black woman to stop, but Rose continued bouncing up and down forcing Christy's leg and chin down further with each bounce as the blonde screamed until it appeared Rose may cripple her. Rose suddenly dropped to one knee, jarring Christy’s body down so hard it seemed the blonde’s back might break under the strain. From her kneeling position, Rose tossed Christy off her shoulders like a sack of dead weight.
Christy lay on the mat, spread eagle lifelessly, pain coursing through her broken body. It was at this moment that Rose bent over and began pulling at Christy's bikini top, and started to unhook and unstrap the thin strings that held the top in place. Rose soon had the top off, and Christy's large nipples hardened instantly as soon as they felt the cool arena air. Christy’s breasts showed obvious signs of the match, her right breast was a deep purple, with red welts covering the majority of her damaged orb. Christy barely moved as Rose again picked up the now topless blonde, who staggered to keep her footing. Rose held the blonde up by the waist as she placed one hand between Christy's legs and scooped her into the air. With Christy high in the air secured in Rose's vice like-grip, she was helpless to prevent what was about to happen. Rose dropped to a knee bringing Christy’s body downward with all her might, smashing her back first into her outstretched knee bone. Rose’s knee connected square into her lower lumber region, bending Christy’s lovely body grotesquely backward as she was driven downward.
Christy groaned from the hellacoius impact that was placed on her spine. Rose let Christy's body fall to the mat before she straddled her waist bringing both hands up and covering as much of Christy's breasts as her fingers could hold. Rose then dug her nails in and began to violently push Christy’s aching mammaries back down into her chest bone. Christy’s eyes burst open as tears left blue makeup trails down her cheeks as her perfect breasts were forced down until they were flat as pancakes threatening to burst at any second. Rose squeezed as hard as she could while Christy shrieked in pain and kicked her feet weekly in the air. The blonde shook her head side to side wildly, desperately looking for a way out of the hold as the pressure mounted in her breasts. The blonde suddenly got a short reprieve as Rose changed tactics, lifting Christy's upper body off the mat using her breasts as handles, the blonde now only weekly groaning through the agony.
Christy's sweaty and nearly naked body was again brought off the canvas and placed in a standing position while Rose maintained her death grip on her pulsing breasts. After another squeeze, Rose spun Christy around and grabbed her thong bikini in both hands. Christy's eyes widened as her thong was used to lift her aching body completely off the mat. The material dug deep into her crotch and Christy screamed as the Amazon held her body suspended in mid air, her feet kicking out weekly! Rose began jumping up and down and each jump brought another scream as the material was almost now almost invisible it was buried so deeply in her body. Christy's breasts bounced seductively up and down as the few Rose fans chanted, “ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR” counting each time Rose jumped up and down. After five or six jumps the material snapped and Christy's now naked body slumped to the mat.
Rose grabbed Christy’s hands and quickly stretched them above her head, pinning them together and against the mat with her left hand. She quickly straddled Christy’s mid-section and then smashed her right first square into Christy’s naked right breast flattening it against her chest bone. Christy howled from the smashing blow, but Rose quickly pulled her arm back and let go with another powerful punch slamming it into the same area. Christy’s arms were tightly pinned in place and she was totally helpless as another right fist smashed into the unprotected right breast. Christy could only thrash her head from side to side, sending blood droplets outward from her nostrils and groan each time the fist came slamming against her naked tit. A fourth, then a fifth, followed by a sixth straight fist absolutely crushed Christy’s breast against her chest. Rose then turned her attention to Christy’s nipple, taking her thumb and forefinger and tightly gripping hold of Christy’s tender tip. Once she secured a tight grip, Rose began yanking upwards stretching the brown nub while Christy shrieked in agony. Rose pulled back and began stretching the tit as far as it could go before she finally lost her grip allowing the damaged breast to collapse back and jiggle on her chest.

Rose quickly latched on again, and immediately began tugging upwards stretching her breast, Christy’s face contorted in utter agony. Tears rolled down Christy’s flush cheeks from the intense pain she was experiencing in her throbbing right breast. The third time Rose latched onto Christy’s nipple she began pinching and ripping her thumb nail and finger nail together apparently trying to rip open the tender nipple. Christy wailed in horror as her skin was getting pulverized; the blonde helplessly squirmed beneath Rose desperately trying to escape from the torturous hold but to no avail. Rose continued to rip at the tender flesh, digging her nails into and around the slightly bloody nipple. Rose’s nails tore into the flesh, the blonde’s heeled feet wildly kicked the canvas in agony.
After a minute of the horrendous torture, Rose made her way to her feet and pulled Christy along with her. She led the blonde over to the corner where she shoved her backward against the corner turnbuckle. Christy was completely out of it, and Rose draped her arms across the top ropes in the corner to help hold her up. She then took Christy’s left leg and lifted it up and over the middle rope so the backside of the knee supported the leg and wouldn’t allow it to fall. She then repeated the sequence with the right leg so Christy was seated upon the middle turnbuckle, hanging in the corner with legs spread across the center ropes leaving her wide open. Christy’s eyes were open but seemed to be glazed over, her nose still dripped blood onto her heaving and torn up breasts, while her right nipple also appeared to have been cut. Her head hung as limply as her body did on the ropes in the corner.
Rose walked forward and placed her hands onto Christy’s forearms securing them against the top rope and then the black woman drove her knee upward crushing it against Christy’s widely exposed crotch. Christy made no sound as she threw her head backward in a silent scream of agony. Again Rose lifted her knee upward exploding it hard into Christy’s defenseless and exposed crotch. Rose laughed about Christy not being able to have sex for a while and then the sick sound of her knee thudding against Christy’s crotch filled the air as Rose launched her knee upward again. Over and over repeatedly Rose slammed her knee upward into Christy’s pounded pussy. Some of her fans chanted while most looked on silently as Rose’s knee continued to drive upward destroying Christy’s crotch. After ten straight blows, Rose grabbed Christy by the hair and ripped the unconscious blonde from her perch throwing her down face first to the canvas.
Christy had no idea how long she was out for, but she woke up in her hotel room some time later in the night. She couldn’t breathe out of her nose, as it was packed with gauze, and her entire body was racked with pain. Slowly the memories of the match came back to Christy and the blonde couldn’t believe the hell that she was put through, her entire body aching. She was so close to finishing in the top three in the tournament, but now she had nothing but her aches and pain. Christy cried in frustration, pain, and anger, when her cell phone began ringing with a number she didn’t recognize. The blonde had no intention of answering it; instead her phone beeped twice signaling that she had a new voice mail. Christy tossed her phone on the night stand, popped a few more aspirin and fell back into a pain racked sleep.
The blonde awoke some time later in the morning and crawled slowly out of bed. At first, Christy almost fell to the ground, the pain from the abuse her crotch took flooding back to her and her knees buckled weakly. The blonde caught herself on the bed, and struggled back to a standing position. Christy was about to cry as the pain came rushing back, along with the memory of the abuse she undertook. Looking in the mirror she gasped in surprise seeing her reflection, the once flawless blonde couldn’t remember ever looking this bad. Christy stared at herself, the bloody wad of gauze hanging in her nose, both eyes already with dark purple rings around the bases. Her nose wasn’t broken, but it sure felt and looked like it was as dried blood was caked on her upper lip and cheeks. Her forehead was aching, and had a few black and blues on it, and both her eyes were bright red and filled with veins.
Christy slowly walked back to the bed, and plopped back down ready to cry when she heard it phone ring. It was Carolyn, and Christy really didn’t feel much like talking. Letting her voicemail pick it up, the blonde remembered the call she missed last night. Christy listened to her voice mail from last night, and had to play it back to listen to it again. A man who she didn’t know, but apparently was at the tournament watching the matches, offered her and Carolyn an opportunity that she couldn’t believe she was hearing. The message stated that she was being offered a chance to join a new federation, but Christy couldn’t believe the amount of money the man was offering. She and Carolyn would be promised $250,000…a quarter of a million each if they participated in 15 matches in the new league. Christy thought it was a joke and hurriedly called Carolyn and told her the news. Carolyn like Christy thought it was too good to be true, but told her she would come right over.
Carolyn hurried up to Christy’s hotel room, and the girls listened to the voice mail again and again. Together they quickly made a list of questions and things they would be asking, and tried to think of any reason not to jump at the opportunity. The girls called the gentlemen back not trying to sound too eager, and he explained his situation. He was a wealthy man and was looking to start a new wrestling federation based in Los Angeles, California. The girls would be paid $250,000 that would be held in an escrow account and once they finished the 15 matches the money was there’s. In addition all expenses to relocate to the new city would be paid, and the girls would receive an additional weekly pay check and another pay check for each match they participated in; win, lose, or draw.
Christy and Carolyn told him they would talk about it and let him know within the next few days. The girls couldn’t believe what they were hearing as they listened to the man explain his ideas for the league, the training and the pay structure The man told the blonde’s that Monica and Renee from the tournament had already signed up. The girls wouldn’t be fighting in squash matches like the last one Christy had just been put through. The new league would feature various boxing matches and wrestling bouts, and each girl would be assigned a gimmick in the league. The blonde’s were reluctant to tell there current commissioner about the offer, and didn’t say a word on the flight home. The girls took the contract they received in the mail to an attorney and had him look it over. Everything seemed to be perfectly legal, and in order and now Christy and Carolyn had the tough job of breaking the news to their current commissioner.
The man was furious at the blonde duo saying the federation would go bankrupt without them, but as bad as they felt they had to do what was best for them. The girls each received a check for $2,000 to help them with moving expenses, and just like that there bags were packed and off to Los Angeles went the beautiful blondes.

Please feel free to send me feedback on my writing, or matches or gimmicks you would like to see for future matches. Most will focus on or around Christy though. My email address is jjj11100@yahoo.com