New Blood - The Third – By Beaker

Penny Bridges v Sherri Pinnear

The crowd were well and truly buzzing after two awesome fights and now the contest was all square each stable had one win and next up the top two fighters from the teams were due to get into the ring. Penny Bridges had been charging up the rankings for months and was now at the top of the tree and attracting good fees and big challenges today though as part of the team her ego had caused some frostiness the other three members of her team were in one locker room she had the other and she had been scathing of their efforts so far and had even given Sheena McMahon some afters when she had regained her senses after losing the first fight of the night dragging the woman into the shower for a punching in her own frustration a half dozen blows that had left Sheena kneeling at her feet one hand nursing her crotch the other cupping her right breast.

Now though Penny was on her way to the ring a leather jacket over her body as she clambered into the ring to raucous support before casting the jacket aside revealing her virtually naked body with only a team coloured black thong as her one item of clothing. In contrast Sherri Pinnear appeared topless in just lacy white briefs as she skipped to the ring with Beaker. These were the two top ranked fighters by their respective promoters and with the contest currently tied at one fight each this was the key battle a win here would send a message and surely motivate the final fighter from the winners team to go on to clinch the match in the first round a loss by the best fighter would surely be devastating to the last female to fight for that team.

The bell was called for by Irene Scott the tournament referee with little fanfare she did not need to get involved here there was already fire between the teams and anyway she wanted a piece of Bridges herself as soon as possible. The two fighters sprang forward Penny clearly the bigger woman direct and straight at her South African opponent Sherri deftly shifting slightly sideways intent on using skill and speed to take the contest to the blonde. They slapped together briefly before Sherri turning perfectly hip tossed the bigger woman to the mat; Penny rolled quickly and came to her feet faster than Sherri expected and she was able to deliver a heavy shoulder block to the dark haired woman as Ms Pinnear tried to grapple her back to the mat. Penny grabbed Sherri’s right wrist and yanked her forward into a colossal forearm across the breasts that had many women at ringside gasping as they saw the older woman’s breasts get pounded back against her own rib cage before a back handed chop to the throat had the Afrikaans woman backed into a corner early in the contest and struggling for breath.

A situation not helped by Penny running forward two paces and leaping forward to body splash the woman against the corner padding heavily, stepping back she let Sherri slump a little before dipping to lift the woman in a fireman’s carry away from the corner. “Is this the best you’ve got?” she scoffed in Beaker’s direction before lifting the stunned Sherri from her shoulder and slamming her heavily to her back in mid ring. Falling after the woman she let her body weight crash across the flattened African and she eased herself astride the woman pinning her helpless to the mat.
Irene stepped forward to count but as she reached two Penny yanked Sherri up from the canvas by her long black hair, “Not so fast you Scottish slut I’m going to have some fun first!” and she pushed herself upright dragging the helpless Ms Pinnear with her. Holding the woman up by the hair Penny then unloaded half a dozen gut busting punches into the woman about the belly each blow seeming to sink further and further into Sherri’s body the final couple even lifted her from her feet, the last blow ripped into the tiny triangle of lacy material covering her womanhood before Penny let her crumple to the canvas. Penny kicked the woman to her back then delivered a ring shaking leg drop powerfully crashing across the flattened woman’s chest. Again she yanked the helpless woman from the floor before Irene could count a knee to the crotch had Sherri on her knees pain radiating from her groin before a kick to the face sent her sprawling back to the mat.

The watching crowd were roaring their support a one sided demolition was always a favourite and especially if a big woman was demolishing a smaller female often seen as more perfect than they were. If anyone dared to tell Penny she was chunky they had never seen her in this mood as she dragged the helpless Sherri to her feet and then lifted her off the ground inverted her and dumped her over the ropes in the corner above Beaker. “This is for you lover boy!” she teased before smashing her elbow down on Sherri’s vulnerable and defenceless sex, “I think Leyton suffered that one!” added Ms Bridges as Sherri collapsed to the canvas clearly thrashed within minutes but Penny was not letting the referee count out a score.

Instead she seemed intent on destroying the woman as a demonstration and warning to any other female fighters that wished to challenge her as she again dragged the woman up by the hair. Sherri was almost a dead weight as Penny hoisted her off her feet and powerfully slammed her back to the canvas in mid ring on her back following her down to deliver a breast crushing leg drop before almost with complete contempt shifting to sit astride the semi conscious woman’s face to finally claim the first score with a humiliating face sit pin with Irene slapping the mat the required number of times with Penny rubbing herself all over the battered babe’s face. Irene announced the score but Penny maintained her position for a few more seconds before the Scot ordered her to get off her victim and return to her corner, “Watch it bitch or you’ll be next!” taunted Ms Bridges as she brushed past the referee and strode arrogant and triumphant back to her corner leaving Sherri on her back out for the count in mid ring.

Beaker was quickly to his charge’s side and half dragging half carrying her got her to her stool and the urgent attention of smelling salts and cold sponge, she stirred then shook her head as senses started to return. “I can throw in the towel now,” he said as she slowly focused clearly in pain from the beating she had endured but she cut him off, “No I won’t retire in my stool,” she said positively and in a tone that did not warrant discussion as he wiped her face before squeezing the sponge to let cold water cascade down her body to ease some of the pain she winced as the icy flow washed over her nipples and down to her crotch Penny had really done a number on her but her fighting spirit was not broken and she focused on the woman opposite and despite the on sided nature of the fight so far she hissed, “Now I will make her pay the arrogant bitch!” Across the arena Penny was triumphant caressing Consort, “That I why I am the best name any woman that can live with me in the ring and next up is that Scottish slapper,” she nodded towards Irene adding, “She needs taking down a peg or two, make that my next match after we finishing wiping the floor with these pathetic bitches from Beaker’s team!”
Consort glanced across the ring to see if Sherri was going to continue and judging from the icy stare she was wearing and the feverish activity of his fellow promoter she was he warned, “Don’t count your chickens yet she’s not finished,” prompting Penny to look at the South African with a modicum of respect, “Well she’s not chicken then I’m going to enjoy this then!” At which point the bell sounded for the second session and an outburst of cheering from the crowd some hoping for more of the same others cheering the bravery of Sherri as she purposefully rose to the challenge and charged back into the fray despite the thrashing she had already received. Penny lunged for the woman’s arms but Sherri ducked her head and charged full tilt into her driving her lowered head into Penny’s guts, causing the bigger woman to empty her lungs in a rush and fold forward over the Afrikaans’ shoulder as Sherri straightened up lifting the woman off her feet and dumping her on her back heavily in the middle of the ring.

Sherri fell back driving her elbow between Penny breasts before rolling over the bigger woman and flat handing her to the forehead to slam Ms Bridges head to the canvas hard a move she repeated again before giving each of the woman’s large breasts a punch. An attempted schoolgirl pin though was thrown off by the more startled that hurt Ms Bridges and Sherri rolled clear ad swiftly to her feet drawing another cheer from the crowd as she appeared to be back in the match. The African woman moved forward and grabbed Penny by the hair as she started to rise and pulled her head back but Penny was not nearly as docile as she looked and her right fist rose straight and true between the woman’s legs to deliver a telling blow right between Sherri’s legs. Ms Pinnear hung motionless as nauseating pain once more radiated from her bruised love box and then Penny hit her again in the same place and that was it the woman’s eyes rolled up as her feet left the mat and she dropped first to her knees and then pitched face first to the canvas totally out for the count before she even landed heavily face first on the mat.

Penny rose to her feet and rolled the beaten woman to her back and posed one foot on Sherri’s breasts as she allowed Irene to count the clinching score and declare her the winner, “Number One!” said Penny, “Bring’em on I can take all of you bitches!” she goaded towards Beaker and then the watching female fighters before turning her attention again to the unconscious woman at her feet and reaching down she ripped Sherri’s knickers aside and then she tore at the woman’s fun fu plucking a thick wedge from the helpless woman’s nest before Beaker and Consort scrambled into the ring and with Irene pulled Penny away from the beaten fighter, “Get your hands off me!” demanded penny stepping away from the trio and holding her trophy aloft to the roaring approval of the crowd before with Consort trailing in her wake she triumphantly returned to the locker room area to gloat about her victory to her team mates and warn, “Anderson don’t you dare blow it now we are leading if you lose and I have to fight again you’ll discover a whole new meaning to the word pain!” Then she grabbed Consort and went to her private changing area to celebrate her victory in the most passionate way possible.

Meanwhile beaker had had Sherri stretchered back to the changing room and an urgent team talk losing two one they needed Finni to save the team and join Lynne as a winner and therefore causing a second round of matches. Lynne hated the bohemian but at least offered a more supportive comment than Penny had offered her team mate, “At least win it for this useless slut and give us some chance of a victory!” and she left Beaker to prepare the final fighter for her match.
THE END