A Chance Encounter

WSX

This story is actually written by Janet K Brown. I have started collaborating with her and she has offered to write up a few stories to enhance some plot developments for the Extreme Wrestling League. If you have any comments for her about this story, please reply to me at the address at the end of the story.


Sunday evening, pretty late, raining heavily . and Bridget was bored, bored, bored. Sat on a barstool in the run down, almost empty low-class drinking hole, she idly stirred her vodka and coke, the ice cubes making gentle, clinking sounds as she contemplated her life in America and found it . boring. Maybe she should get herself a Hog? Hmmm . now there was a thought. Cocking her leg over a nice, big, shiny Harley-Davidson . feeling the throbbing power of a heavy, lumpy V-Twin engine between her legs again . maybe that was the solution to her problem? Christ only knew, she needed something satisfying between her legs! Bridget couldn't recall the last time she'd been this long without having a man in her life. Lifting her eyes, she stared into the reflection of the joint in the mirror mounted behind the bar and surveyed the 'talent'. Talent? What talent? Christ, there wasn't male in here under forty-five . both in age and waist-size too. Bridget sighed, spotting
two of the so called men studying her back from across the pool table and she knew what was coming. Sure enough one of the men, encouraged by his friend, ambled over towards her and took the stool to her left. "Care for a refill?" he asked pointing to her glass. Hardly an original chat-up line, she thought, as she looked him up and down.

"Not interested," she replied bluntly, little suspecting that she had misread the situation badly.

Flicking a glance over at his mate, the man gathered up his courage. "How much for a quick knee-trembler in the back alley?" he asked licking his lips.

Slowly, Bridget lowered her glass to the bar and turned to face the John, as she now realised he was. "You think I'm a whore?" she hissed dangerously.

"Well, you are, aren't you?" the man stammered. "I mean, you look like a whore . er . I mean, your clothes . er . I mean . er . oh shit, you aren't a hooker, are you?" Bridget shook her head. "Er . I think I'd better be going," the man blustered as he slide back off the stool. "I'm sorry to have bothered you, Ma'am."

"Just be thankful that you made that apology," the woman quietly informed him, "Otherwise I'd have castrated you." The sudden appearance of a wickedly large, sharp flick knife in the woman's right hand and the cold, capable expression in her eyes told the man that this was no idle threat and that this woman was more than capable of carrying out the promise that she had just made. Swallowing nervously and thanking his lucky stars that his dear departed mum had taught him the value of good manners, the man slunk away back towards the pool table where his friend waited, a quizzical expression on his face.

Picking up her drink again, the Welsh lass took another sip then turned back as she heard someone else sitting down next to her. "I told your friend I wasn't interested." she started before grinding to a sudden stop as she realised that the person who had joined her was a young woman . an attractive young woman with reddish-brown hair and who would have been about five foot eight tall, Bridget estimated. She was dressed in high heeled black leather boots that were so tall that only an inch or two of her skin showed before her cut off Daisy Duke blue denim shorts took over. Her impressive chest was contained inside a tight, grey t-shirt with the blunt slogan 'Fuck Off!' written across her boobs. "Nice to meet you too," Bridget finished a little lamely.

"I recognise you," slurred the newcomer, clearly already the worse for the whiskey that soured her breath. "You're . you're . that Bridget, the wrestler, ain't you?"

The other woman smiled slightly - a fan . ah, well. "You want an autograph?"

The redhead suddenly broke off into peels of bitter laughter. "An autograph?" she managed to splutter as she wiped away some tears. "An autograph! Hell, no! You don't know me, do you?"

Now that she looked closer, Bridget began to realise that she did, indeed, recognise the stranger. "Yes . yes . I've seen you on DVD's . your style is particularly . vicious, I always thought."

"Why, thank you," the other woman replied as she saluted Bridget with her glass then sipped at the warm, amber coloured liquor within. "I always did my best to win."

"Shame they booted you out of the League . Gina," sympathised the Welsh wrestler. "Let me get you another of those . hey, barkeep! A double for me and one for my friend too! So, Gina, you got any juicy gossip to tell me about the old days."

"Lots . and in return I want you to tell me all about how my old 'friends' the Commissioner and Amanda are getting on."

**

Several hours later, with the rain still sluicing down, the yellow taxi pulled up outside the crumbling brownstone house and disgorged the two drunken women who, leaning against each other, then wove an unsteady path towards the front door. Giggling, Gina struggled for at least three minutes to get the key into the lock which both girls found to be hilariously amusing. Staggering through the hall eventually, Gina lead Bridget into the lounge where a tousled haired man sat in an overstuffed chair opened his eyes, blinked twice, yawned and said, "Ah, so you finally decided to come home, huh? And who's your friend?"

"Bri, this good for nothing layabout is my boyfriend, Todd . Todd, this is Bridget. Bridget, the fighter, dumb-dumb . from Wales.? You remember...? When you watched the show, you said she had a cute ass."

"Oh yeah," replied Todd, blushing slightly at the bluntness of his girlfriend's statement. Hauling himself out of his chair he extended his hand. "We enjoyed watching you beating the crap out Amanda." he began before Gina suddenly spat out "Bitch!" and Bridget added, "Trollop!"

"Well, don't just stand there with your dick in your hand . go and get something for us to drink," Gina teased with a smile before giving out a little cry of "Oooopppsss!" as she stumbled and fell backwards onto the sofa which caused the couple's guest to burst out laughing.

**

The thin shaft of sunlight speared into the bedroom and across Todd's sleeping face, slowly disturbing him and forcing him to rouse his mind from out of the amazing dream he'd been having. Sighing wistfully, he instinctively slide his hand down the still slumbering Gina's shoulder and squeezed her breast before gently tugging at the small, gold nipple ring that she wore... Nipple ring??? Gina didn't have a nipple ring.??? Todd's eyes shot open and, as he focussed on the short, razor cut hair on the back of the head of the woman he was cuddling, he realised that the dream hadn't . well, hadn't been a dream. "Bloody hell!" Todd muttered to himself as it dawned on him that, if this was Bridget he was pressed into the back off then the arms draped over him from behind . had to be Gina.? Wow! A three-in-a-bed marathon was a situation that Todd had never enjoyed before . and now the memories came flooding back . too much to drink in the living room . the Welsh girl
coming on to him . Gina giving him the nod . him taking Bridget into the bedroom . Gina slipping into the room half an hour later . the two girls kissing . the two girls .. wwhhhooooww! . girl on girl action like that he'd not seen before, not even on those internet sites he sometimes went to when Gina was out of town . him screwing Gina . then the three of then drifting off into a drunken stupor together. Hell, what a night! Sighing, Todd gave thanks to his lucky stars . then, with a start, he realised that, prompted by his recollections, his cock was stirring again. Maybe the night wasn't over just yet? But which girl should he take first this time.?

**

Following a light lunch, the trio were sat in front of Todd's PC, working on Gina's website, setting up an electronic petition that, once they had enough signatures on it, Gina could forward to the Commissioner. "Hope it works," the American fighter sighed. "I really need to get back into the game . and I'm not just talking financially . I NEED to fight."

"I know you do," sympathised Bridget, "and it's unfair and stupid of the Commissioner to have banned you like he did . but, look at it this way, you've got the fans on your side and Bill wants you in the ring too. The Commissioner's got to back down eventually under that pressure. We just need to show him how much the public want you reinstated."

"You really think things will be okay?" Gina asked, seeking reassurance from her new friend.

"Of course they will be," Bridget encouraged. "But we do have another problem."

"What's that?" asked a worried Todd.

"Gina's not been in the ring for ages . she's not fight ready." Bridget pointed out.

"Hey, I work out!" snapped Gina indigently.

"I never said you didn't . oh, you're fit enough I'm sure, but you've lost your edge . come on, admit it." pressed the Welsh girl.

"She's right, lover," Todd added.

Gina looked thoughtful then, with the slightest of nods, asked, "What do you suggest?"

"You got access to a ring..?"

**

Two hours later, Gina and Bridget were facing off against each other in a hall hired for an hour from the local boxing club. The setting wasn't ideal but it was better than trying to do this in Todd's flat. Besides the two girls, Todd was the only other person present and he was sitting on a chair, his feet resting on a table, as he watched. "And remember you two, you're only sparring! No actually hurting each other!" The women's heads may have nodded in agreement but their eyes told another story . it was simply impossible for two competitive fighters like Gina and Bridget not to clash in a bout without going at it with almost one hundred percent commitment.

Moving out from her corner Bridget, in her bra, panties and bare feet as she had no fighting gear with her, locked up with the slightly shorter and lighter Gina who was wearing a red tank top and loose, cut off jeans and who had abandoned her usual black boots so as not to give herself an unfair advantage over her sparring partner. Fingers entwined, both started to push and strain in the classic match opening test of strength and it was at this point that Bridget realised that Gina wasn't lying when she had said that she still working out pretty regularly for, despite the best efforts of the Welsh woman, she couldn't make much of an impression at all. Still, in one way Bri's analysis of the situation was proved to be correct for Gina unwisely allowed her opponent to get too close and, with a grunt, Bridget lifted her knee up between Gina's legs. Seeing the danger at the last possible moment, Gina twisted for all she was worth so that the contact, when it came, was a
few inches off target but the power behind the blow was still enough to shake the red-head to the core which gave Bridget the time she needed to break the lock up and, instead, snatch at the other woman's neck before using a head mare to flip her down to the mat. Following up, Bridget aimed her right elbow towards the pit of Gina's stomach and then dropped but the red-head saw this coming and rolled aside so that Bri's arm painfully struck the solid canvas surface instead of the soft flesh in had been aimed for. Both fighters rolled away and stood, eyeing each other warily as they started to circle again while, outside the ring, Todd got to his feet and started to shout advice towards her girlfriend.

Deciding to try to use her size advantage, Bridget pressed forward, doing her best to push Gina back into one of the corners but the American was a wily fighter and she wasn't so easily controlled, constantly slipping away, frustrating Bridget's attempts. Biding her time and finally seeing that her Welsh friend had managed to flat-foot herself, Gina grabbed hold of Bridget's wrist and tried to whip her into the corner post but, once again, the red-head's recently lack of practice meant that Bridget managed to reverse the move and it was Gina's back that collided painfully into the lightly padded turn-buckle. "In a real match I'd have followed that up and made you pay for your error!" snapped Bridget as she tried to instruct her friendly rival.

"Don't worry about going easy on me . I can take all you've got and then some." responded Gina as, without warning, she launched herself feet first at Bridget, locking her legs around the Welsh woman's neck and twisting in mid air, flipping the heavier girl down to the canvas, the neck scissors still in place. Eagerly moving round the ring, Todd congratulated Gina, his eyes taking in the sight of Bridget's left breast that had popped out of the cup of her bra.

With a combination of twisting, double kicking her legs and levering with both hands at Gina's thighs, Bridget finally managed to break free but Gina was pleased with herself for the Brit had exerted a large amount of precious energy in her efforts and was now breathing heavily, a sheen of perspiration making her skin shine under the lights. Rubbing her neck with her left hand and rolling her head around, Bridget attempted to ease her aches even as Todd screamed at Gina not to stand there but to follow up again.

And follow up she did with a flying drop kick aimed at the exposed and enticing target of the other woman's left nipple . but Bridget wasn't about to be caught by such a similar move straight after the flying leg scissors and she managed to avoid the flying boots as they closed in on her. Linking her hands, she half twisted then brought them crashing down on Gina's body, still in mid air, as it rocketed passed. Now it was Gina's turn to grunt as the blow struck . and to grunt again moments later as her body collided painfully with the floor of the ring. Dropping to her knees behind Gina as the American started to rise, Bridget applied the start of a head lock only to find herself flying forward in a somersault as Gina reached behind herself and flipped the startled Welsh woman over her head, her legs colliding with the ropes. "Gotta ya!" muttered Gina triumphantly as the pair disengaged and moved apart. "Not bad," agreed Bridget, "but you ain't won yet."

For another ten minutes, the two fighters struggled to gain the upper hand with the advantage going first one way and then the other, the women's respect growing for the skill and speed of the other with each passing move and counter. Finally Gina managed to trap Bridget in a rear bear hug . struggling to breathe or to escape, the crop haired fighter had to endure a stream of taunts coming from the American's lips until, eventually, one of her flailing elbows finally made painful contact with Gina' flank, causing the bear hug to slacken ever so slightly. But this was all Bridget needed and, able to twist her body round a little, she was soon landing a hail of elbows into Gina's side. Forced to break the hold, Gina tried to step away but she wasn't quick enough and, with a yelp, she found herself being scooped up into mid-air. Kicking her feet, she tried to unbalance Bridget but to no avail and, all too soon, the bigger fighter slammed her opponent painfully down into
the mat. Even as Gina rolled over onto her stomach and tried to crawl away. Bridget was on her, one foot on each side of the red-head's body as she grabbed at Gina's right leg. Tucking the girl's ankle under her arm-pit, Bridget squatted down, trapping the struggling wrestler in a one-legged Boston Crab. "Get off me you Welsh slut!" snarled Gina as she struggled to free herself, her breasts flattening against the canvas under her own weight.

"That's not a nice thing to say to your teacher," chided Bridget with a grin, applying just enough pressure to make Gina winch, but nothing like what she would have given if this had been a real fight. "You give?" she asked.

"Fuck off!" Gina snarled from beneath her.

Not wanting to seriously hurt her new found friend, yet also realising that Gina's pride wasn't going to allow the red-haired minx to quit without some serious provocation, Bridget grinned as she realised that the solution to her dilemma was, literally, right in front of her face. Slipping her free left hand inside Gina's cut off's, Bridget's fingers deftly sought out Gina's clit and started to tease it. "What . what are you doing?" a voice from under Bridget's arse demanded to know.

"You quit yet?"

"Get off me before I kill you, you dyke!"

Laughing again as she pointed out that Todd wasn't at all convinced that she was a lesbian, Bridget returned to her assault, teasing the hardening bud and only putting as much pressure onto Gina's back as was needed to hold her in place and to prevent her from escaping. Face glowing red in embarrassment, her clenched fists pounding the ring's surface and her free leg flailing about uselessly, Gina cursed her own body as it began to betray her, a dark stain starting to appear though the denim of her shorts. Watching from outside the ring, Todd was transfixed, the tent in the front of his pants growing by the moment, matching the increasing arousal that his girlfriend was undergoing.

Finally Gina could take it no more and, faced with the inevitability of enduring a humiliating orgasm if she didn't, she finally tapped out. Instantly, Bridget released her hold and pulled her hand out of the blue shorts. Both fighters rolled over onto their backs and lay, for a moment, in silence as they looked up at the ceiling. "You okay?" Bridget finally asked.

"Yeah . sort of." came the hesitant answer.

"Still friends?"

"Yeah . guess so."

Realising that she needed to reassure Gina somehow, Bridget got back onto her stomach and approached, her hands uncertainly reaching for the fallen girl's fly. Seeing that Gina was making no efforts to stop her, Bridget started to unbutton the clasp then pull down the zip of the shorts before slowly easing them down Gina's legs and finally tossing them to one side. Smiling reassuringly, she parted the woman's muscular thighs before burying her head into Gina's crotch, her tongue moving to finish what her fingers had already started.

**

Returning to the flat, Todd eagerly switched on the PC and navigated to Gina's site even as the two women flopped down onto the sofa and started to kiss each other passionately. "Hey, great!" he enthused trying to make his eyes study the monitor and not the action going on behind him, "In just that short time since we put this up, we've got 5893 names on the petition! At this rate, give it a few days, and when we send this to The Commissioner, he's going to have to cave in under the pressure and let you back in . with the sort of popularity that you generate, lover, he'll have no choice . it would be commercial suicide for him to ignore this.!"

"Hear that?" smiled Bridget. "It won't be long before you're back in the League."

"And then, Amanda the Amoral Ass-licking Ape, you'd better watch out." Gina vowed with passion.


The end.


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