Bleeding for New Blood– By Beaker

Lynne Leighton v Sherri Pinnear

It was a month to the big challenge match and both Consort and Beaker had been working hard in various gyms training with their fighting femmes and each had a collection of bruises from the tussles with the tigresses as they prepared for battle. There had been some so called training fights with stable mates squaring off Maureen Anderson had fought both Sheena McMahon and Jill Parsons while Sheena had also clashed with Penny Bridges who had also battled Sara Wilde in the run up to the competition. Not to be out done Beaker’s babes had been in the ring as well a brutal battle between Maggie Smith and Finni Gordon had reemphasised some serious rivalry in the camp Maggie was close to Lynne Leighton and the pair had battled Finni and her South African friend Sherri Pinnear in a vicious series of scraps culminating in a tag match that had ended with the blondes using sex aids to hump the losers in humiliation after beating the pair conclusively. That meant there was some tension in the team for Beaker to control and when Sherri and Lynne found themselves in his gym a few days after Maggie’s mauling of Finni that tension erupted again.

“Maggie beat the crap out of your slut mate!” sneered Lynne as she worked away at a punch bag with light cage mitts on her hands glistening in the lights with a light sheen of perspiration on her face and arms. She had a tee shirt on over black string tied bikini briefs and light black calf high boxing boots as she pummelled away at the swinging bag while Sherri in a green and red swimsuit with red boxing boots as she worked on a running machine. She glanced at the blonde and snapped, “Watch your mouth bitch or I’ll shut it for you we have business to finish all of us you and your sex toy Smith have a beating coming you ugly blonde bitch!” Lynne stopped punching the bag and turned towards the woman and snarled, “Come over here and say that big mouth!” she challenged as Beaker entered the room and moved quickly to get between them as Sherri stepped off the exercise machine and moved towards the fired up blonde, “Now ladies calm down let’s keep it for the match,” he tried as the woman came eyeball to eyeball but it was clear they had a score to settle so thinking quickly he suggested, “Okay you clearly are not going to listen get in the ring one fall all in anything goes get it out of your system!”

They did not need another invitation and clambered into the ring Lynne tossing the punching mitts aside bent through between the middle and top rope and Sherri immediately grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the ring. The South African’s right knee thumped into the blonde’s body to keep her folded and then a side headlock was converted into a bulldog driving Lynne face first to the canvas. Lynne was rolled to her back and Sherri went for a cross body press pin but the blonde gathered her senses quickly and positively threw the woman off sitting up to get away from the kneeling Sherri and scrambled to her feet by using the ropes to pull herself up. “It’s like that then is it whore!” snarled Lynne charging forward to grab at the long dark hair of her rival but Sherri stabbed her left leg forward kicking the advancing blonde deep in the stomach. Lynne’s words caught in her throat as she folded forward blowing out her air supply as Sherri loomed over her the South African grabbed the t-shirt and pulled it over the woman’s head effectively blinding her before she lifted her knee into the no exposed bare breasts of the blonde three times before she Irish whipped the woman to her back on the mat.
Sherri stepped across the blinded blonde and sat down heavily astride her body before cuffing her about the head three or four times shuffling forward she completed her attack by squatting astride the woman’s face. “Count blondie out handsome,” called Sherri in her delightful African accent and he slapped the mat once and then a second time before Lynne twisting violently rolled her rival off. The blonde sat up trying to pull her t-shirt free as she struggled to her feet she managed to pull it over her head but with her arms still tangled in the material Sherri attacked again twisting the material effectively handcuffing the blonde and lifting the woman’s arms the African clenched her free hand into a fist and hooked blow after blow into the blonde between navel and knickers the final three blows even lower into the black triangle of cloth covering the blonde’s box. Lynne’s knees started to buckle but Sherri’s grip on the t-shirt stopped her from collapsing completely to the canvas holding the woman in place to allow her knees to swing perfectly into the bare breasts of the blonde three times before she threw her to the mat.

Strutting across the arena completely in control of the contest Sherri delivered a text book leg drop again hammering the blonde’s breasts clearly enjoying her supremacy over the woman in front of the man hurting her in particularly in her man pleasing places. Rolling to her feet leaving the blonde spread eagled on the mat gasping for breath and cupping her throbbing breasts Sherri strutted over to Beaker and kissed him full and hard on the mouth before saying softly, “I take the prize for a win number one position and the bed of the main man,” before kissing him again. Disengaging she turned as Lynne rolled to her knees finally tossing the torn t-shirt aside and looking for her opponent, she found her closer than she expected as Sherri lashed a kick at the woman’s head slamming the blonde face first to the canvas. Quickly dropping astride her face down rival Sherri dragged the stunned blonde into a brutal looking camel clutch bending her back by tugging back on her chin having trapped the woman’s arms over her legs.

Lynne wailed and kicked her feet frustrated and in pain as the South African bent her painfully, Sherri used her right hand to reach over the blonde’s body to maul her already bruised right breast twisting and squeezing the soft flesh drawing more moans from the woman. Totally in command the dark haired woman then dropped Lynne’s chin crossing her own arms across the woman’s chest to double the breast torture with a dual handed mammary massacre. “Get off me you bitch!” shrieked Lynne through clenched as her tits took some more punishment and she kicked her feet even more in frustration as Sherri laughed, “Surrender slut I have beaten you!” But Lynne refused the request and so Sherri decided to deliver some more pain releasing the twin breast hold to face slam the helpless blonde into the canvas three times.

Lynne was left sprawled face down and stunned as Sherri simply rose over her turned around and applied another brutal hold a text book Boston Crab drawing another wail from the woman on the canvas as again her back was bent and her body tortured again. Sherri settled hooking Lynne’s legs under her arms and freeing her hands to wreak more havoc on her hated rival’s body again targeting the feminine charms of the blonde as she set about clawing her crotch twisting and pinching at the woman’s softest sweetest spot. Lynne moaned as her mound was mauled as Sherri dominated every aspect of the contest, if it could be called that, it was turning into a massacre. Satisfied she had softened the woman’s sex up sufficiently with a couple of clawing rakes Sherri suddenly dumped the woman back to the mat and delivered a brutal knee drop to her kidneys leaving the blonde writhing in agony on the mat.
Sherri stood over the blonde kicking the blonde to her back before dropping a knee to the blonde’s guts to sit her up and then rising she dragged the blonde up by the hair and hurling her into the ring post at pace. The ring shook as the blonde bounced off the corner post straight into a vicious clothesline as Sherri passed her arm rigidly held across the blonde’s throat. Lynne hit the canvas hard and was again left spread eagled on the mat until Sherri stepped over her to deliver a wicked heel kick to the blonde babe’s sex spot convulsing the woman into a ball with a shriek clutching her crotch.

The African gloated, “Get up show him you are still a woman ready for him!” but Lynne remained on the canvas so Sherri turned to again seek the promoter’s lips certain of victory and the number one ranking as the blonde wept on the canvas. Sherri wanted to be number one for the new contest against Consort’s fighters and with a new man on her arm the promoter clearly his champion ready to take on Consort’s best brawler.

After an engaging caress and cuddle Sherri turned to finish the blonde off, first a heel stomp barely above the low cut knickers line to sit the woman up before heaving her upright by some vicious hair pulling. A knee to the groin folded the hapless blonde in half and Sherri lifted the woman inverted, it looked like a great set up for a pile driver but instead the South African dropped the woman into the ropes in the corner leaving Lynne hanging by her legs hooked over the top cord.

Stepping back she smiled and said dangerously softly, “Now for the finish!” and she stepped forward hammering her elbow down viciously hard between the parted thighs of the blonde driving the bone right into the soft spot crippling the blonde’s crotch with one shot. Lynne screamed her legs straightened and she collapsed into a heap on the canvas where she lay moaning for a moment before she tried to bravely climb to her feet.

Sherri stepped into the blonde driving her right knee with evil precision straight between the blonde’s eyes sending her crashing back to the corner; Lynne hit the turnbuckle on her knees her back slapping the padding and then she slowly collapsed face first to the floor. The blonde’ arms did not move to break her fall and she landed heavily on her breasts and face clearly knocked clean out and this time Sherri let Beaker formally end proceedings by rolling the limp woman to her back and posing one foot on the woman’s breasts as he counted the requisite fall to decide the fight a clear and complete victory for Sherri.

She remained posed one foot on the woman’s breasts beckoning the man to her to kiss him again guiding his hand down to her own sex, “Not sweat just sex I’m feeling so horny,” she whispered as she guided her hand to the damp centre of her womanhood. Lynne oblivious lay on the canvas as they groped and kissed for a full five minutes before slipping from the arena to the shower room area as she moaned and rolled to her side alone and defeated as the victrix celebrated her win and advance up the team rankings.

That meant that beaker’s team would fight in the order Sherri, Lynne, Finni and Maggie meeting Penny, Sheena, Maureen and Jill in four single fights a month later in thirty minute time limited fights or best of three falls of wrestling in an all in style with one minute breaks between falls, two straight falls a win but contests may only have one fall if time expired. The idea being the winners would fight a deciding round depending on team scores and if necessary a third battle if the scores remained tied.
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