Race Rampage by Beaker

Denise Frost v Sally Roland

A new tag team of Anita Fuller and Jill Parsons had made their debut against the established team of the Red Devils Sally Roland and Juliet Welton in an impressive opening match, the full story told elsewhere (Dynamic Debut) the referee for that clash had been the feisty Negress Denise Frost and she had clashed throughout with Sally the verbal sparring had been so nasty violence had seen imminent and only the intervention of Beaker had prevented a new fight breaking out the solution had been a challenge for the two women to fight after the tag match. So with a full crowd still in attendance the two women returned to the ring ready to battle it out Denise strode arrogantly to the ring topless her ebony skin looked honed and toned she looked taller than her 5’8” while her full 36D-26-34 inch figure radiated a brazen sexuality she was wearing a red thong and red knee high boots laced all the way up the front, her rival came to the ring moments later short red hair atop her 5’10” frame moulded into an eye-catching 38D-26-36 inch figure she was wearing lacy white bra and briefs and short white wrestling boots as she seductively swayed to the ring in front of the still full house.

Beaker stood in mid ring to referee although as announced there were no rules no disqualifications it was an all in fight until one was unable to continue or one of them quit the contest. “Take her apart Roland she’s a cheap slut!” called a woman at ringside the call drew Denise’s gaze and she identified Consort’s newest fighter Hetty Linton the raven haired half Spaniard had surprised many by beating the Negress in a boxing battle and Denis had not forgotten she snarled, “Watch your mouth bitch I’m coming back for you next!” Hetty called, “Whenever you’re ready big mouth!” clearly confident in her own abilities she settled down to watch the match as Sally clambered between the ropes. Even before the bell Denise charged forward to grab the redhead by the hair and heave her into the ring and with that they were away as Sally was thrown and rolled across the canvas with a screech. She scrambled to her feet and turned into the fast approaching Negress and a clubbing uppercut that then sent her staggering back to the ropes Denise grabbed Sally’s right wrist and yanked her forward into a knee lift that drilled her in the guts and she folded like a book and Denise dropped her with a brutal elbow between the shoulder blades that sent the redhead sprawling to the mat face down.

Denise yelled, “Easy you white trash!” before she turned to Beaker and added, “That’s why white men want us our power are you hard for me?” she cooed moving forward to grope the male before she kissed him and whispered, “Image the passion in the bedroom!” before she broke away and turned back towards her flattened foe. Reaching down she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled dragging Sally up towards her knees before she slammed a thigh across the woman’s breasts to send her sprawling back to the mat on her back where Denise followed up with a wicked stomp driving her heel down right at the point of the vee between Sally’s legs a blow that had the woman screeching in pain and rolling into a ball on the mat hands clasped to her most feminine spot as Denise strutted around the ring above her hissing, “Honky whore can’t handle a real woman get up and fight bitch let’s see who is the better woman!” She left Sally on the mat to stride to the side of the ring facing Hetty Linton and challenged, “Think you can do any better you fat white cow?” before turning away towards the redhead in the ring.
Sally had rolled to her hands and knees and was starting to push up when Denise again grabbed her hair and yanked her forwards making her crawl across the rosin, “That’s it like the dog you are!” taunted the Negress as she led her opponent towards the watching Hetty before shoving the redhead part through the ropes. Denise dropped her knee down on the back of Sally’s neck effectively choking her over the middle rope the redhead’s arms flapped wildly as Denise pressed up and down across her shoulders and neck. “Deal with this could you?” taunted Ms Frost towards Hetty, “Or this?” she added stepping back to reach between the kneeling woman’s legs to savagely twist and maul at her sex. Sally moaned as her twat was traumatised before Denise releasing the twisting grab stepped forward to grab the middle rope and yank violently throwing the redhead backwards to the rosin. Sally crashed to the canvas her legs bounced up into the waiting arms of the negress who parted the limbs and drove her boot down three times in cunt crushing pressure to stomp on Ms Roland again.

Sally was again left crumpled on the canvas with Denis dominant strutting around her insulting white women in general but Sally and Hetty in particular certainly winding up a large number of the watching women if she intended starting a war in the female fighting world she was going about it the right way. She turned to deliver a regular wrestling move as Sally rolled to her back flattening her boobs with a thigh drop after an impressive leap before moving to one knee over the woman and pulling her head up by the hair delivering three sharp punches to the face that dropped the redhead back to the mat stunned. Denis grabbed the white bra between the woman’s breasts and yanked violently upwards tearing the lacy garment off Sally’s tits and tossing it aside before she dropped astride the woman grabbing each large orb and crushing and mangling the soft flesh. Sally started to twist and fight as a new wave of pain was sent cursing through her body as her breasts were mauled by the probing and clawing fingers of the Negress and she started to slap at the woman and pull at her hair, the first offence offered by the white woman since the opening moments of the contest.

Denise released the redhead’s boobs that were clearly marked from the attack to grab Sally’s wrists and slam her arms back to the mat she then moved forward to pin the woman’s arms with her knees while now moving to sit on the large bust of the woman beneath her. Her right hand reached back to slide into Sally’s knickers making the white woman’s eyes open wise in alarm before she screeched in distress as Denise grabbed at her pubic hair and ripped out a clump. She shoved the torn short and curlies into the screaming mouth beneath her and then sent her hand south again to visibly rake her forefinger along the now gagging woman’s love slit, Sally bucked wildly and with a tremendous heave managed to finally topple Denise from her dominant perch but as she tried to roll after the woman Denise slammed her right foot back hard smashing a blow into the woman’s face and sending her back to the mat flat on her back clearly stunned. Denise crawled back over her hated opponent and reaching down ripped the woman’s briefs off leaving her naked and bleeding, grabbing the stunned woman by the hair Denise dragged her up and then viciously pulled Sally’s face along the laced line of her boot before throwing her face down to the mat. Rolling to her feet Denise lifted the woman’s legs and used the laced part of the boot again to rip the area through Sally’s sex; that was enough for beaker who pulled her off and called the contest as the battered Sally was clearly unable to continue. Denise rolled the woman to her back and posed over her one foot twisted at Sally’s savaged sex all the time glaring at Hetty Linton, “You’re turn bitch!” before dropping astride her victim to pull Sally’s face to her own crotch goading, “Taste the power bitch!” THE END