Savage encounter (No holds barred!)
By Big Phil the M.C.
The
stage is set, the crowded auditorium, the wrestling ring, red canvas, gold
ropes with white turnbuckles and corner padding, gleaming in the spotlights,
a suitable stage for a classic fight! The two girls enter the ring, first
in, between top and middle ropes as the music “Simply the best” (Tina Turner)
blares out, miss “Marvelous” Michelle “the
bitch from hell” , (a.k.a. “Superstar Shelley”, or “Scissors Queen”,
or “Tally ho” Shelley) undefeated
reigning champion, blows kisses to the loudly applauding crowd. Bottle blonde
shoulder length hair, in a “Farrah Fawcett” style, (very 70’s nice black roots!)
weighing 110 pounds, 38D,24,32, 5’2”
(Favourite holds, head or body scissors exploiting her large, powerful legs
usually resulting in a submission! Career to date: 10 fights, 10 wins (7 as
champion), 10 submissions, 3 pinfalls 6 knockouts. Weaknesses include a lack
of suppleness and prone to armlocks due to a fairly weak upper body, she’s
been close to a disqualification on occasions, and should have been given
more public warnings for sly punches etc. not that you’d notice from her unblemished
career so far, it’s amazing what flirting with a referee who fancies you can
do! Signature move the “Shelley Vice” a combination of a headscissors and
a straight arm twist and/or arm bar, a very successful finishing submission
hold.) wearing black lace up boots speckled with gold
glitter, with white laces, and white socks just visible neatly tucked over
the top. With matching blue knee and elbow pads, bearing the initials “MM”
in gold.Her slim waist is also adorned with the Championship belt, Tan coloured
six inches wide with a large oval gold plate engraved “ Female Light weight
Nude World Wrestling Champion” With
lots of makeup, (kept in a bag in her corner, more of that later) some glitter
on her face and body and a half length black leather coat with her name emblazoned,
in gold on the back. She slips off her coat, and the belt to reveal her tanned,
slim, busty, well honed body with a “
Miss Michelle’s challenger, also undefeated, enters the ring, “Miss” Isobel “The blonde assassin” with the sound system booming “War” ( Gustav Holst- Planet suite) in black lace up boots with black laces and white socks. With red matching knee and elbow pads in addition to a black leather silver studded choker, matching belt, and black leather gloves, extending almost up to the elbows. (Favourite holds, dropkick combinations exploiting speed, surprising strength and agility, very inventive in arm/leg locks and chokes using ropes! Career to date: 3 fights, 3 wins, 1 submission, 2 pinfall, 2 knockouts. No real weaknesses except her petite size, she’s had some narrow escapes from pinfalls and submissions though. Signature move the “Balance of Power” a combination double arm lock and figure four leglock with Miss Isobel performing an acrobatic handstand to apply pressure, also called “crushing the old banger!” a devastating submission hold.) She also has a long red silk dressing gown.
Her long natural blonde hair flows down to the small of her back, over her slim “34, 24,32”, 5’1” pale skinned, 100 pound frame, her beautiful legs rising to a splendidly “lightly trimmed”, tight curly muff. As she slips off her gown, to wolf whistles, a tattoo of a red rose is revealed on her upper left arm.
The referee,(a.k.a. Mike) tall, stocky and handsome, muscular frame, wearing only a short sleeved black and white vertical striped shirt with white tennis shoes with black socks, with a huge thick penis at least 9 inches long (when flaccid!)
beckons the girls to the middle of the ring. (incidentally he has mentioned in the past that he’s got “the best job in the world”. Getting paid to watch beautiful naked girls fight over him, knowing he’s in total control of the outcome. He can ignore or invent “Fouls”, count slower or faster etc.)
“Now girls I want a good clean fight, best of three falls or a knockout to decide. A pinfall to a three count, both shoulders on the mat, a submission only counts when the dominant wrestler asks her subordinate to give.
Or a ten count from me for a knockout. Understand?”
He glances at both girls both glaring at each other contemptuously, (both girls deciding that he is the prize for tonight’s fight. Michelle has been fantasising while frigging herself for weeks about winning then being shafted by Mike, she fancies him big time! And no “silly little bitch” is going to get near “her man”.
Of
course, she doesn’t know that he prefers long natural blonde hair, hates “too
big” tits, bottle blonde “slags” and
he continues
“No holds barred, except punching, scratching, or gouging, two public warnings means a disqualification, my decision is final! Get back to your corners, come out fighting on the bell, break on the bell and when I say
got that?”
both wrestlers nod
“shake!”
Miss Isobel holds out her hand, Miss Michelle glares and turns her back arrogantly, some of the crowd jeer.
As the girls return to their corners the M.C. announces the fight.
“ Laydeeeez and Gentlemennn!, for tonight’s laydeeez nude Huh-Liiyytah- weighhhtt champ-e-onnnnshipp contessst ah! we haaaave hin tha ba-leww corr-nerrr, theee a-hun deeeefeeeated champ-e-onnnn a Missss-ah Meeeshelll-ah, tha bitch-ah frromm hellllll!”
The crowd response is a noisy mixture of cheers, boos, applause and wolf whistles, with a chant of “ Me-shell…Me-shell…Me-shell!” in it’s first stirrings.
The M.C. goes on
“Innnnnn, tha Rrrrrred corr-nerrr, too niyyyyts challengerrr, ha-Missss-ah
Izzz-o-bellll-ah, theee Balllon-de, Hah-sasss-innnnn!”
The audience response is more muted, but nearly all cheers, with more wolf whistles than Miss Michelle received and shouts of “C’mon Izzz, give it too her” or similar, with a weak “ Izz-zeee!..Izz-eeee!”
He finishes
“ the konn-tessst-ah, hoverrr ten-ah tha-reee minute rownnndz, tooo bee deee-sided, byyyy tha besst of-ah thareeee fallllz, orrrrr a knock-outttt!”
The girls stretch and flex on the ropes in their corners and turn to face each other.
Ding,ding,ding….!
Round one!
The girls stride out to the middle of the ring and circle each other, alert, watching every move, then they grasp each others hands, facing each other in a test of strength with Michelle gaining the upper hand. She forces Isobel onto her knees as she pulls a pained face, shaking her head, causing her long hair to ripple. Michelle shouts “ eye, eye got you now bitch!” as she savagely knees Isobel in the chest, forcing her onto the canvas for a count
“wunnahhh!…Toooowahhh!…Tha-reeeahhh!…”
Isobel springs to her feet, only for Miss Michelle to grab her left wrist, twist, push her down, and force an arm bar, gloating arrogantly as poor Isobel screams “AAAAHHHHH, NO,NO,NO,!”
Michelle begins to gloat,
“Get used to this darling there’s more to come before I’ve done with you
ha, ha!”
Isobel surprisingly pushes herself up using her right arm, pushing off Michelle making her crash noisily onto the canvas, causing her large buttocks and breasts to wobble as she is surprised and winded.
The Referee counts again
“wunnahhh!…Toooowahhh!…Tha-reeeahhh!…Forrrrr!….”
however this time his cock starts to twitch. Michelle is quick to recover though and grabs Isobel firmly by the hair with both hands.
She pulls the natural blonde’s hair very hard, with an audible ripping sound, before kneeing her very hard in the ribs several times, then chopping her hard on the neck , forcing her onto the ring floor face down. Miss Michelle kicks her hard in the ribs, forcing her onto her back.
The referee pays close attention, before he can begin counting Michelle snaps her legs around Isobel in a powerful body scissors, her large thighs and other leg muscles clearly visible tightening in a vice like grip around poor Isobel’s waist.
She screams “NOOOOOOOOO!” while Michelle, catching her breath gloats at her opponent clearly in some distress shouting
“Give up!..Give up!… come on sub-miiiiiittttt!”
Isobel screams again
“AIYEEEEEEE-NO,NO,NO,NO…..!”
As Michelle’s legs tighten further still.
Suddenly, before the referee can ask if she wants to quit, the hold is quickly released, and Michelle’s legs wrap around her neck tightly in a vicious head scissors.
Isobel struggles, desperate to keep her arm out of Michelle’s reach to avoid the infamous “Shelley Vice”. The crowd bay in expectation “Eeee-Zeee….Eeee….Zeee…!” again the referee homes in, watching as Isobel goes traffic light red, clawing frantically at Michelle’s flexed, taut powerful legs.
Michelle arrogantly claps along in rhythm with the crowd, joining in briefly,
laughing and pretending to look at her nails, asking the crowd if she should “do the Vice!” before asking poor semi-conscious Isobel if she wants the submission, suddenly as she grabs Miss Isobel’s right arm……
Ding!,Ding!,Ding!,Ding!,…
It’s the end of the round, and Miss Michelle must break the hold she was convinced would win her the first fall, or even the match.
Michelle paces back to the blue corner, does her usual “I’m going to win the first fall” ritual of checking her make-up in her mirror from her little bag and applying a touch of powder and lipstick (Little knowing what it will be used for later), as sections of the audience clap, stamp and cheer “EEEEE-ZEEEE!, EEEEE-ZEEEE!.Glaring at Isobel, who, holding her throat and rolling over onto her hands and knees, crawls back to her corner to prepare herself for more.
Ding,ding,ding….!
Round two!
Miss Michelle races from her corner grabbing a still confused and some what dazed Miss Isobel by the ankles, tipping her over, slamming onto her back, before casting her leg over Isobel’s neck, to look down onto her face to plant her arse and fanny onto her for a facesit.
Isobel struggles wildly, her cries muffled, the referee again moves in, an erection beginning to pulse into life,
he asks “do you want her to submit?”
Michelle just smiles, and nonchalantly shakes her head
“ Just do as your told and ask when I say would you?”
Watching poor Isobel struggle is too much for an allegedly impartial referee
so, he checks her shoulders, both in full contact with the canvas….
He begins the count, slamming his hand onto the canvas with each word
“ Wunnnn-ahhhh!…”
checks again
“Toooooo-wahhhh!….”
final check (secretly he’s quite attracted to Miss Isobel, surprised at how much he’s willing her to throw Michelle off, he’s not at all keen on her winning!)
“ Tha-reeeeee……!”
Ding,!Ding,!Ding,!Ding,!…..
The M.C. announces as Miss Michelle stands triumphant, but , even in her moment of glory, nags the referee as to why he didn’t wait for the submission, scowling, with a face like thunder, nonetheless punching the air in celebration, blowing kisses again inciting the audience to clap and chant in support.
“ The firrrrst falllll hov to-niyyyytts Kon- tessssssst-ah! In theeee
Firrrrrrrst min-ittt, Hov rrrrrounnnd Tooooo-wahh
A Pin fallllll!…Byeeeee-ah thee cham-peee-onnnn,
Miss-ah Meeeee-Shelllll!…”
Isobel crawls back to her corner and hauls herself up to face the next round
with a determined expression she glares at Michelle as the bell rings
Ding,ding,ding….!
Round three
As Michelle, brimming with confidence strides toward Isobels corner of the ring, she grabs a handfull of hair with her left hand, and pulling her head down a little blatantly punches Miss Isobel in the face
Crack!
Isobel collapses to the canvas,
the referee, plainly angry pushes her back towards her own corner,
pointing at her he says
“ Illegal move, punching….”
Miss Michelle, with “What,… me?…!” body language and a look of pseudo surprise and innocence stands open mouthed
“….Public warning!, any more, and you’re disqualified…Got that?.. Back to your corner!”
She thinks about arguing for a moment, then angrily stomps back to the blue corner.
Miss Isobel is allowed time to recover as the MC announces
“ Ah-Pub-lick-ah Warrr-ning-ah too-wah Misss-ah Meeee-Shellll forr pun-ching-gah!…”
Some boo’s ring out around the ring in response
After a minute or so Miss Isobel is fully recovered and plots her comeback.
Isobel springs from her corner and launches a dropkick which connects crunching into Michelle’s chest and chin, sending her crashing down onto her back. Michelle, stunned scrambles to her feet, just as a now smiling Isobel bounces herself off the ropes launching another, more powerful dropkick connecting perfectly again “Ouffff!”
The referee begins a count
“Wunn-ah!,Tooo-wahhh!,Threee-yahh!,Forrrrr-ahh!,Fiyyy-vahh!…”
Michelle stands and receives a headbutt, full and hard on the brow,
“Smack!”
She collapses onto the canvas for another count, shaking her head, beginning to look worried.
“Wunn-ah!,Tooo-wahhh!,Threee-yahh!,Forrrrr-ahh!”
His cock begins to throb into an erection at the sight of Michelle’s wobbling breasts and arse, and her evaporating confidence.
Isobel moves quickly grabbing her opponents right ankle and standing upright puts her own leg through, twisting Michelle’s leg violently in a stepover leglock.
Michelle screams
“AAAAIIIIIIYYYYYYEEEE!” “NNNOOOOOO!”
Isobel now surprisingly lets go and sits on the canvas, forcing Michelle’s legs apart and straight, placing her own feet against the inside of the bottle blonde’s ankles to force a leg stretch or “spread eagle”.
As a former dancer, Isobel can manage a full split, no problem but she knows that Michelle cannot, instantly she squeals in agony and desperation
“AH!, NO,NO,NO,NO,NO,NO,NO,NO,NO!, PLEEEEZZZE! NOOOOOOOO!”
She pleads with the referee
“Ref-a-reee!, ref-a-reeee!, illeeeee-gal mooo-ve, ill-eeee-gal moooove!”
With the sight of two fannies on glorious display in such a situation,
one with the “natural” look, and clearly at ease and dominant,
the other shaved, sweaty and pathetic and clearly inferior
his cock now fully engorged, thick and erect, he informs Michelle
“Legal move sweetheart, if you don’t like it or can’t escape, submit.”
Isobel doesn’t offer her opponent the submission, but sits maintaining the hold for a while, occasionally tightening it a little just to watch Michelle wince
Suddenly she releases the hold, still holding onto one leg she flips her over, stands astride Michelle, picking up the other leg, tucks both feet under her armpits and sits back to force a bosten crab.
Michelle, now in frantic tears pounds the ring canvas squealing like a stuck pig, Isobel begins to taunt her
“Ahhhh, Didums….. does the liddle cwy baby give in?”
Michelle shouts through sobs
“NOOOOOOO!”
Isobel tightens the hold
“YESSSSSSS!!”
Michelle screams
“I didn’t ask that time bitch!”
Isobel taunts, tightening the hold and sitting back further.
Suddenly she releases and with amazing speed puts the dazed sweaty Michelle into a figure four leglock, and , you’ve guessed it, a double armlock
and springs into a “Ballance of Power!” to a loud cheer and a tidal wave of camera flashes
Michelle screams…….
“YEH-HEH-HESSSS”
poor Michelle sobs
Isobel is determined to humiliate her opponent
“Does the ugly cry baby slag with a fat arse, thunder thighs and huge tits
and a bald ugly cunt want to worship her superior…..”
She pauses
“…and submit?!”
“YYYYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!, PLEEEEZZZZE YYYYEEEEESSSS!!!!!!!..”
screams poor Michelle
Ding!,Ding!,Ding!,Ding!,……
…
Now it’s Isobels’s turn to release her limp opponent and prance back to her corner, gloating and punching the air in victory, while Michelle is left to writhe, sobbing, clutching her back, arms and legs in ignominious defeat as the M.C. announces
“Theeeee Eee-kwa-llyyzing Falllll….! Hov to-niyyyytts Kon-tessssst-ah!
Innnn theeee-ah Sek-kond Min-nitt-ah, Hov thee-ah Thirrrrd rowwwnndd!
Hay Sub-mishhhhh-onnnnn…….! Byyyyy the Challengerrrr, Ha Missss, Izzz-o-bellll-ah!…..”
The crowd are wild with excitement, shouting and cheering, with some hisses and boos, above the din the referee notices Miss Isobel staring at his cock, licking her lips and mouthing
“I want some of that, when …..I’ve won”
blowing him a kiss and giving a very suggestive wink!
both girls prepare for…
Ding,ding,ding….!
Round Four
Isobel, now brimming with new found confidence strides out to engage her opponent,
Michelle however is not used to conceding a fall,( In all her previous fights she has never been forced to submit, only one opponent “Miss” Jayne the “Black belt bombshell” caught her in a sexy folding body press from a “sunset” flip for a pinfall, however Michelle finished her off with a brutal TKO from a vicious “Vice!”) She is obviously scared of her opponent and actually steps through the ropes in an escape attempt and stands outside the ropes, shaking her head frantically. Isobel strides over and grabs Michelle by the hair and hauls her over the top rope, sending her crashing down into the ring on her back, she pulls her upright by the hair, while snarling. With one hand on Michelle’s right shoulder, and the other shoved between the tear stained blonde’s legs Michelle is hauled up into the air in a crotch hold, and slammed onto the canvas, frantically shaking her head again, even more desperately, sniveling and screaming…CRRRASHH!
“Wunnn-ahh,….Toooo-wahhhh,…….Tha-reeee-yahhhh……!”
She writhes, clutching her poor back, struggling to her feet only to get another crotch hold and slam….SLAMM!
The referee counts again, as she starts to cry again through red eyes, her mascara running down her sobbing face
“Wunnn-ahh,….Toooo-wahhhh,…….Tha-reeee-yahhhh…….Ffforrrr
Fiyyyyy-vahhhh,……Sikkkk-sahhhh,…….Sev-verrrrnnn….!”
She gets up, only to have the natural blonde shove one arm between her legs, pull Michelle onto her stooped shoulders, then stand with Michelle in an aeroplane spin hold, she begins to “pirouette”, (strange, the referee thinks that disciplines used by a professional dancer are so useful for professional nude wrestling!).
After some thirty seconds Isobel stops and twists Michelle over her shoulder and down onto her outstretched knee in a backbreaker, “Oufffff!”, and onto the ring as she steps away for the count.
“Wunnn-ahh,….Toooo-wahhhh,…….Tha-reeee-yahhhh…….Ffforrrr
Fiyyyyy-vahhhh,……Sikkkk-sahhhh,…….Sev-verrrrnnn,….Ayyyyytahh
……Niyyyy-nahhh….!”
Michelle, bedraggled just avoids the count, this is alien territory for the champion she’s usually dishing out a succession of punishing throws and holds, she now knows what it’s like to be on the receiving end! only to be picked up again and maneuvered into piledriver. Isobel drops to her knees and Crash!, down she goes headfirst onto the canvas, Michelle is now certain to be counted out, but before referee with massive, thick erection can start the count Isobel grasps Michelle by two handfuls of hair and drags her to the side of the ring.
The petite but obviously dominant Isobel gets poor Miss Michelle in a full nelson and chokes her semi conscious body on the top rope, as the audience boo and cheer in equal measure. Isobel lets go and pulls the top rope down and puts Michelle’s throat, at about knee level onto it before pulling the middle rope up and over her neck to “trap” her throat between them, she then puts her right leg, with the knee over Michelle’s shoulder and leans her body forward, adding her weight to an ingenious choke.
Miss Isobel then quickly untangles the ropes and pulls, flinging poor, poor Miss Michelle onto her back, with her limp left leg dangling over the bottom rope, gasping for breath and sprawled unconscious as the count begins
“Wunnn-ahh,….Toooo-wahhhh,…….Tha-reeee-yahhhh…….Ffforrrr
Fiyyyyy-vahhhh,……Sikkkk-sahhhh,…….Sev-verrrrnnn,….Ayyyyytahh
……Niyyyy-nahhh….TENNNNNN, and OUT!”
The bell rings frantically!
Ding,ding,ding,Ding,ding,ding,Ding,ding,ding,Ding,ding,ding….!
as Isobel jumps for joy, Michelle’s first defeat, and what a comprehensive one too. The referee holds her clenched hand aloft as the press photographers snap away in a hail of camera flashes, as she is presented with the Championship belt, she stands astride her devastated opponent, holding the belt high as the M.C. announces……
“ Laydeeeez and Gentlemennn!, tonight’s laydeeez neww-dah, Liiyytah- weighhhtt champ-e-onnnnshipp contessst ah! Hazzz finn-ishhh-dah! Annnd we haaaave ayyyyyy Newwwwww! champ-e-onnnn a Theeee Winnnn-arrrrrrr!, byyyyy a knock outttt, a-hin the sekkonddd Minnn-itt a-hov Rrrrrounnnnd Forrrrrr Missss, Izzz-o-bellll-ah! ……”
Isobel proposes an offer to the referee
“As you’re so excited (glancing at his huge cock!)
perhaps you would like to challenge me to a Fuckfight”
He readily agrees
“But first” she says, stroking his cock and licking her lips “I’ve got something I need to finish off.”
Even though she has suffered a crushing defeat poor Miss Michelle has a surprise coming as Isobel drags her by her hair into the blue corner and unties her laces.
She pulls first Michelle’s left leg up, bent at the knee and, using the loose bootlace takes her arm and ties the top of her calf to her wrist around the bottom rope. She proceeds to do the same with her right leg and wrist leaving a semi-conscious Michelle starting to struggle, tied up on her back, showing her fanny and arse off to all concerned, she wails pathetically. Miss Isobel removes Michelle’s lipstick from her make-up bag (mentioned earlier) and writes over Michelle’s very visible, vulnerable body, legs and arse
LOSER! andCry Baby! and Bald CunT!, with arrows pointing towards it, and EASY! As she weeps,screams, sobs, and struggles. Miss Isobel taunts Michelle by thrusting the belt at her, pointing to herself shouting
“Mine, It’s Mine now!”
The referee does nothing to stop Michelle’s humiliation, in fact he enjoys it so much he begins to masturbate as they discuss the “rules” for their Fuckfight.
“Rule one,” Says Isobel “First one to come is the loser!”
She goes on
“ No holds barred”
“So anything goes eh?”
replies the referee.
He has a quick word with the M.C. an announcement is made.
“ Laydeeeez and Gentlemennn!, as A Bow-nuss Forrr To-nite
Own-leee, A Sexxx Fiyyyyy-tahhh, Be-tweeen-ahh, thee-ah Rreff-a-ree-yah, hannd-ah Missss, Izzz-o-bellll-ah!……”
The crowd bay in approval
Ding!, Ding!, Ding!…..
Miss Isobel rushes out from her corner, (the referee has to take care not to tread on Michelle tied up in his) they meet in the middle of the ring, she first kicks him in, then grabs, as he curls up, his massive cock, pulling back hard to reveal his helmet.
She squeezes his shaft but is distracted by it’s thickness and rock hardness
She quickly wraps her leg over his crouched head, pulling him down onto his knees, then grabbing one arm spins him over onto his back.
Isobel then throws her leg over his throat and squats herself down in a facesit,
Wriggling as her now enlarged clitoris rubs into his chin as she leans over to wank him into submission.
The way he writhes and moans she feels close to victory, as his cock pulses, she squeezes his fat bollocks thinking “ Gee this hunk hasn’t come for days!”
He sits forward and manages to tip her off, he uses his superior muscles to pull her over his lap, and sit spanking her hard several times, to a chorus of loud boos (This audience doesn’t want to see a pretty girl get beat!)
He pulls her back to Michelle’s corner, dragging her by her arm, and lifts her up trapping/ placing her beautiful legs, spread sexily wide onto the middle ropes either side of the turnbuckle, (Curiously, some spectators notice she doesn’t seem to struggle too much!, just smile and lick her lips)
He traps both arms the same way,
She demands
“Put my belt on me before you fuck me”
he obliges, and begins groping her tits, and tweaking her nipples in alternation with his left hand. He begins to finger her with his right.
With expert precision he finds her “G” spot and she begins to writhe and moan rhythmically, Panting and gasping, grinding her groin onto his hand She squirts “girl come” onto his fingers. With the crowd now on his side, he steps forward narrowly avoiding Michelle, still crying and screaming at his feet. And plunges his cock into her tight but moist fanny and starts to fuck her mercilessly.
She quickly begins to howl in the throes of orgasm, as he calmly asks
“Do you want to submit?”
“YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS!…….YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSS!……OOOOOOHHHHHH!…OOOHH!…..YYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSS!”
The bell rings and he is declared the winner, but the new Light weight champion has one last plan. As he withdraws and she climbs off the ropes, she grasps his still massive rock hard cock and with an expert, quick, firm technique, she wanks him furiously, pointing it at poor Michelle, forced to watch as another girl wearing Her belt has just been fucked by the guy she loves .He gently friggs her wringing wet swollen, engorged slippery pussy.
He comes!, jets of thick white spunk squirting over a thoroughly beaten and mortified, daubed, tied up sobbing pathetic Michelle, the final humiliation! while the audience laugh and jeer.
The End