CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT

Part 12

BY: “G” & “C”

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MATCH # 12

HEATHER vs. ERIC

Ted remarks to Brenda, “ The matches tonight have turned into Domination
Sessions. I thought the closer you came to the Championship, the tighter

the matches. “ Brenda replied, “ You mean close like the Super bowl? “

They both laughed and Ted picked up the microphone, “ LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS FOR THE LAST SPOT TO ADVANCE TO

THE SEMI-FINALS. THIS IS A ONE FALL, NO TIME LIMIT,

NO D.Q., WIN BY SUBMISSION OR K.O. ONLY. OUR FIRST

WRESTLER TONIGHT IS: ERIC THE GREAT.” Eric slowly

Makes his way to the ring. Eric is wearing a Black Leather Pouch for his genitals, mid – thigh Black Leather Boots with zippers on the back of the boots, FULL LENGTH BLACK LEATHER TRENCHCOAT WITH

“BITCH KILLER “ ON THE BACK and dark sunglasses .He stops along the way and lets the ladies touch “Big Eric”. He accepts kisses and several phone numbers by the time he enters the ring.

Ted continues, “ HIS OPPONENT THIS EVENING WAS ROOKIE OF THE YEAR FOR 2002, SHE IS - HEATHER. Eric is looking at Heather

Intently as –desert. His mind is NOT on fighting her but fucking her. He is fantasizing about beating her senseless, then fucking her brains out in the middle of the ring. Heather walks towards the ring. She is wearing Pink Sheer Body Stocking with Red Lace winding like a vine covering her crotch and breasts. (barely) She is wearing red dance slippers. She shakes hands and kisses a couple of young boys. Heather slides under the rope and throws the slippers to the fans. Brenda calls them to the center of the ring. They are involved in a “stare down“ as Brenda recites the rules knowing neither are

listening or really give a damn to what she has to say. They return to their corners awaiting the bell.

The bell rings. They both attack swinging and kicking resembling more

of a Martial Arts contest than a Wrestling match. Eric misses on a Front

Snap Kick. Heather throws a Right Back Fist which Eric blocks. Eric counters with a Left Straight Punch, which Heather blocks. Heather throws

a Side Kick, which Eric blocks and connects with a Spin Kick to Heather’s

left temple. Heather drops immediately to her knees. Eric connects with

a second Spin Kick to the left side of her face. She is knocked onto her side

and rolls onto stomach stunned.

She is transported to the beach walking hand in hand with Chuck, her lover, laughing discussing their future. She has never felt so tranquil. She feels lighter than air, as if she is floating, almost like an eagle soaring in the heavens. She is jolted back to reality as her back slams into the mat.

The pain runs up and down her spinal cord like electricity caught in an endless loop. She slowly remembers she is in a ring fighting somebody.

She can’t remember whom. As that “someone” is lifting her up by hair. She thinks her scalp is on fire and hears a voice that sounds like it is coming from a long tunnel. She can’t understand what is being said.

Eric has picked her up by the hair and sees that “nobody is home “.

He says, “ YOU ARE REALLY, REALLY, FUCKED. I AM

GOING TO ESTABLISH MY AUTHORITY TONIGHT. YOU ARE GOING TO BE MY MESSAGE!” Eric raises Heather over his head. He

Walks to the edge of the ring and presents Heather like a sacrifice to the crowd and slams her to the mat covered concrete floor. She falls 16 feet and

cries out as she hits the mat. She bounces two feet off the mat, and then settles back on the floor groaning, twitching and dancing on the edge of consciousness. Eric walks around the ring accepting the accolades from the crowd. He then slides under the ropes and picks her up by the hair, supports her, slides behind her, her arms hang lifelessly at her side. Eric gropes her and simulates anal sex, which evokes laughter from the audience. He slams her head into the padded stairs, which prompts cheers and hand clapping. She is on the floor again, her limbs moving involuntarily and whimpers

seep from her lips. Eric grabs the Pink Body Stocking that envelopes Heather’s body and in one quick motion rips the suit from the neck to her ass .He reaches in and manipulates the stocking off the front of her body. The suit hangs below her bush. He turns her onto her back, bends down and kisses her Pussy, then grabs the suit and rips it off her legs. He holds it up for the crowd, smells it and then gives the body stocking to a female fan after he has rubbed his dick on it. Eric has wasted about five minutes with his little sideshow. She is lying nude with her legs spread moaning in pain

but she is conscious which is more than could be said five minutes earlier.

Eric, thinking she is finished, pulls his penis out; gets between her legs to fuck her and penetrates her with his closest friend –Big Eric – all eleven inches of him. She matches his thrusts and they continue this “Encounter Session” for ten minutes. During this period he is tiring while she is becoming energized. By the end of ten minutes she is riding him. The left side of Heather’s face is beginning to swell, she has pulled a muscle in her back and has bruised ribs but she must continue to block the pain if she is to advance to the next round. She is kissing Eric on the neck, nibbling on his ears and touching, kissing, licking and biting all of his erogenous zones. Heather delays his climax by an extra ten minutes. This further weakens Eric and strengthens Heather. Finally after 22 minutes, Heather brings Eric to his first climax. He ejaculates- due to the build up- a half pint of his seed ends up in Heather. She attained the superior position at the 10-minute mark of “ the fuck “ and controlled the situation through the climax. Heather wasn’t through. By watching videos of Eric’s matches, she has discovered a couple of special areas. She takes two fingers and applies pressure where the inner thigh meets with the groin. He immediately “pops” back up. She mounts her steed and they are off again. Eric is in another world and has completely forgotten that he is in the most important match of his life. After

another 10minutes, he begs her to let him cum .She slaps him lightly on the cheek, which only adds to his, torture and excitement. After Heather has ridden Eric to exhaustion. She finishes him off and her spews another 8 ounces in her. For Eric to be “out fucked “ is devastating to his

psyche. In his mind he had been castrated. He had surrendered emotionally to Heather and is spent physically. Eric lay looking up at Heather dazed and confused. She hovers over Eric’s face with his cum dripping from her pussy. She says, “Eric, CLEAN ME OUT –NOW! “ Eric immediately begins to “eat her out “ bringing her to her third orgasm. Each orgasm makes her stronger. She rises and looks down at Eric with his cum and her juices all over his face. Heather had dominated Eric sexually. He looks up, reads Heather’s face and fear pervades every nerve ending in his body. She says,”TIME TO GET BACK TO WORK!” Heather then begins to stomp his body and with emphasis on his genitalia. Eric writhes in pain. Heather

tosses him back in the ring. She picks him up by the hair .He is very unstable and staggers as if he is drunk. She removes his pouch and unzips his boots; then chops him across the throat .He drops like a rock to the mat clutching his throat. She removes his boots and throws them to her fans .She licks and the pouch and hands it to Ted for safe keeping . Eric is still suffering from the effects of the chop. She gets behind him caresses his forehead, begins to rock with his head in her lap, with one hand rub his chest with emphasis on his nipples (the other special zone) which elicits moans and sighs of pleasure. She bends down kisses him on the cheek and gently moves his

head into position. Heather applies her signature hold the “ FIGURE –FOUR SLEEPER which jolts Eric back to the present only to realize it is too late and there is no way out. He drifts in and out of consciousness until there is only darkness.

The audience gives her a standing ovation as Brenda goes through the formality of counting him out. Ted enters the ring, hands Heather Eric’s Pouch, turns on the microphone and says, “ IN ONE HOUR AND SEVENTEEN MINUTES, THE WINNER BY K.O. IS HEATHER. SHE WILL ADVANCE TO THE SEMI FINAL ROUND. THE FOUR-SEMI FINALISTS ARE: CHUCK, ILONA, JEN AND HEATHER.

Paramedics take Eric out of the ring and to the hospital. Heather sees his trench coat in his corner. She grabs the microphone from Ted – holds up the leather coat showing the back to the crowd. It reads ‘BITCH KILLER “

And says, “AFTER THE MATCH TONIGHT, WHO IS THE BITCH KILLER? “ Her fans screamed back “YOU ARE –YOU ARE! “ As she headed toward the dressing room with her trophies, the crowd chanted,”BITCH KILLER –BITCH KILLER – BITCH KILLER.