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Cannes You Take It

By Wolfboy

Adult Professional Wrestling champion Carol takes on a private assignment

As a champion in adult professional wrestling, Carol, The Singapore Wildcat, was more than used to having the occasional challenge sent in her direction from outside the sport. Usually these proved to be nothing of note, save for the fantasy whims of fans. Just occasionally they would come to something, and Carol still fondly recalled for example, the time she’d taken part in an adult pro match against a minor royal in Denmark. A match of course that had been deeply shrouded in mystery and secrecy; a match that would never see the light of day, although Carol still held the fondest memory of forcing the Duchess to cum in her dragon sleeper before she had to submit. It had been a better match than she had expected though; just because someone wouldn’t take part publicly in the sport Carol had long realised, didn’t mean they might not be effective competitors.

That thought stayed in her mind as she arrived in Cannes to take part in an underground, private match up. She wasn’t sure of the relative ability of her opponent, an American plus size bikini model called Ashlee. But she knew better than to underestimate anyone who would step into a ring to take part in any style of adult pro match. Ashlee was no different, and she knew that the American was certainly big enough to be trouble to her. Then there was the setting as well. Adult professional wrestling when sanctioned, always took place in a wrestling ring. Underground adult professional wrestling could be held anywhere Carol knew, and she wouldn’t know the exact details of the venue until she stepped out into it for the match. Fair enough she shrugged, it was she same for both women, and she’d have plenty of chance to weigh it up while the match introductions happened.

She was whisked away from the airport in a private car, chauffeur driven of course, to a villa in the countryside surrounding Cannes when she had arrived on the flight the organiser had booked for her, and on arriving at the villa she had been shown to an upstairs bedroom. The room had en-suite facilities, clearly designed to be her dressing room for the evening. Instructions were given as was usually the way, by the man who had shown her to her room. In underground adult pro, the person paying the bills was king, or queen, in terms of what the fighters would wear and what other stipulations would be in place. ‘We will collect you at 7pm for the match. Please wear two piece wrestling gear and fight barefoot. For pre match please wear a dress and heels from the selection in the wardrobe. Match will be anything goes to a submission or a knock out. No time limit. Loser to surrender their fight outfit to the winner’ the man told her. Then he turned and left, leaving Carol there with her thoughts and plenty of time on her hands. She was comfortable with that though. She’d been in this position many times with time to kill before a match, private or otherwise. First things first; she checked her bank balance on her phone to see that the agreed amount had been transferred to her. It had, and so she set an alarm on her phone for an hour before the fight, and lay back on the bed to relax, knowing that somewhere else in the villa, her opponent Ashlee was probably doing the same.

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Unfamiliar ring attire was how Carol thought of it as she chose the dress and heels from the wardrobe and put it on after she’d chosen her ring attire for the evening. It wasn’t her typical ring walk attire, as fighting barefoot wasn’t usual for her either. But she’d done both before, and it wasn’t something that concerned her. Her focus was clear; this was all to do with the prematch show, the main even was the anything goes adult pro match with Ashlee. That was where Carol was determined to excel this evening, not that she wanted to be outdone pre match by her model opponent of course. She’d done her hair and makeup to show standards, nails were painted to match her bronze cheetah print wrestling gear, long, a little sharp should Ashlee choose to go down that route too. Over that wrestling gear, she wore an emerald green sequinned cocktail dress with a short cap sleeve to hide the wrestling gear beneath. Just below knee length, it gave the wildcat a demure look that belied the fighting woman it hid. Finally she slipped on a pair of black high heels, a perfect fit just as the dress was, and sat down to wait for the call at 7pm.

She didn’t have to wait all that long before the sound of heels, clicking down the marble staircase, could be heard somewhere else in the villa while she was led in the direction of the room that the fight would be held in. At the bottom of the staircase she turned right, following her guide as she picked up on that sound of heels on the marble floor elsewhere in the villa; she realised it must be Ashlee. She continued to follow her guide through a couple of rooms, before finding herself in a large orangery at the rear of the villa. The room was full of assorted tropical plants, while the view from the room looked out over rolling countryside towards the sea beyond. Having arrived in daylight, Carol knew that this property wasn’t overlooked, so privacy wasn’t a problem. As dusk fell, the lighting in the orangery was subtle, casting shadow in some places, but focussing light on a platform above a pool towards the centre of the room. In turn, it quickly became clear there were no ring ropes, just instead a steel cage at the edges of the platform to contain the fighters. Fair enough Carol shrugged to herself, it was that kind of underground adult pro fight. She was unconcerned by it, having been there before.

Across at the other side of the cage, Carol noted, was Ashlee, a glamorous looking woman for sure. One that looked a little apprehensive perhaps at entering the cage. She had model good looks after all, hardly the kind of thing that most would want to risk in an underground fight. But she was here; that commanded some respect Carol reminded herself. She was a big girl too, a solidly built mix of curves and sex appeal. Right now, she wore a gold coloured dress, sequinned and strappy, shorter than Carol’s, showing off strong legs atop matching golden high heels, and just a hint of a cheetah print bikini top visible beneath it. So, a battle of the big cats it might be as Carol looked around the room and realised that there was just one spectator, a smartly dressed blonde woman in her mid forties. She sat on a sofa, her feet curled under her, wearing a blue ball gown, as she eyed proceedings impassively for now. It was the job of each fighter’s guide to introduce them, take their dress and heels and get them into the cage to fight now. Then it would just be the two women in the cage without a referee, and one on the outside watching.

First the guide on the opposite side of the cage spoke. ‘Ma’am, may I introduce to you, from Detroit, USA, at 5 feet 9 inches, 215lbs and 42D-30-46, the model and adult professional wrestler, Ashlee Duffy’. Now the American woman disrobed, losing the towering heels that had made her look to be well over 6 feet tall. Then the dress was lost as well, revealing that cheetah print string bikini in all its glory against her lightly tanned skin. She had curves that went on and on Carol noted, relishing just how damn sexy this woman was. Ashlee entered the cage now, her guide closing the door on her side of it, and then Carol’s guide spoke. ‘Ma’am, may I introduce to you, from Singapore, at 5 feet 7 inches, 170lbs, and 38DD-29-42, the world adult professional wrestling champion, The Singapore Wildcat!’ The scene was repeated on this side of the cage now, Carol stripping off her heels and removing her dress, handing both to her guide with care. Then she adjusted the waistband of her bronze coloured cheetah print hotpants that were probably a half size too small, but made her ass look spectacular she realised. She had on a simple, almost sports bra style crop top in a matching material. Then she too entered the cage, hearing the door close behind her. While Ashlee had stayed clear of the cage walls, Carol was a wrestler not unfamiliar with cage matches. She turned and tested the tensile strength of the structure, realising quickly that the structure was solid enough to be an ally or an enemy depending on the circumstances.

Then the woman on the sofa spoke. ‘Ladies you fight tonight for my pleasure, and the pride of beating each other. You understand it is anything goes adult wrestling. There is no referee, so you may win either by making your opponent submit, or debilitating her sufficiently to walk out of the cage door. The winner will get the losers outfit as a trophy. I will get the loser for the evening’ she told them, adding a late stipulation. Neither woman in the cage sought to question it, both expecting to come out on the right side of the equation. ‘You may begin’ she said now, lounging back comfortably on the sofa, but intently observing the action about to start.

As was often the way, away from the scrutiny of a crowd, things started slowly, some circling and probing for openings. Their audience of one did not mind it though, recognising that the slow start would explode into hard hitting action as soon as one or the other found their opening. Carol thought she’d spotted it quickly, a slap catching Ashlee, taking her off balance and she grabbed an arm, looking to arm drag the 215lb model to the mat. There was no movement though from Ashlee, Carol finding out that the American was strong; then she struck back with a forearm smash to the chest and Carol was rocked back to the cage. Ashlee may not have been a full time wrestler, but she was strong and capable, and punished Carol for the error sending a right hand into her stomach. Then she turned Carol, grabbed her hair, and tried to introduce her face first in to the cage wall. Carol braced against it, hands grabbing the cage, arms locked and resisted, only for Ashlee to whip round a second right hand to the body. That broke Carol’s resistance crucially, and she was sent face first to the cage, experience just allowing her to get a hand up to defend the worst of it. Still she turned straight into a lift and slam by Ashlee, the model showing her strength again to deliver it with some authority. Straight away too, she dropped across the belly of the Singapore Wildcat in a splash that made her groan as the air left her lungs quickly.

On the sofa, the blonde woman looked on with interest. Would it be the experienced world champion that she would get at the end of the night? She had assumed the glamorous plus size model to be more likely, but both would present quite the notch on her bedpost. She was impartial though, watching on intently behind her apparently relaxed facade as the action continued.

Ashlee pulled Carol up by the hair now, getting the world champion to her feet but taking a shot to the belly as she did so, giving her a momentary pause, and suddenly the Singapore Wildcat was on the attack with a chop across the breasts, followed quickly by the arm drag she had looked for before. Ashlee wheeled untidily to the mat, landing a little heavily and Carol assumed momentary control at least, taking an arm bar with her knee on the pretty face of the prone American as she worked the hold. There was the quietest of protests from Ashlee who felt the torque in her shoulder but evidently didn’t want to admit it as Carol held the position a moment longer before using the brunette’s curly hair and the arm to get Ashlee back to her feet. Another chop across the big breasts of the model filled the large orangery with the sound of hand on breast, then Carol used an Irish Whip to test the strength of the cage as she sent the 215lb glamour girl at it hard. It was a shuddering impact as the steel mesh showed it had little give. Ashlee staggered off it a little, back towards the centre of the raised platform where she met Carol’s bare feet in her face as the result of an impressively athletic drop kick. Ashlee crashed to the mat as Carol landed in a more controlled style as the signs in the ring started to suggest the world champion was starting to take control now. She got a hand roughly in Ashlee’s hair, enjoying the girlish shriek it drew from the American as she wrestled her roughly into a seated position. Then she dropped behind her, a knee posted between the shoulder blades and drew Ashlee’s arms out wide in a punishing crucifix hold.

‘Aaaahh!’ Ashlee allowed, admitting Carol had her troubled, but she also started to bring her power to bear, starting to test Carol’s grip and looking to wrest back some control. Carol rode that first attempt out, having to give a little ground in respect of Ashlee’s power, before she reasserted herself and had the hold on fully again. The pain and stress showed a little on Ashlee’s face but there was no quit there. She waited for Carol to feel in control again, then started to test it again, drawing her own hands back in slowly. Carol was determined to ride it out again, and Ashlee suddenly surprised her, sending the back of her head back into Carol’s chest, knocking her to the mat on her back. Both women rolled apart and to their feet, Ashlee wringing out her arms, Carol just rubbing at her chest slightly, and they circled again. It was the momentary evaluation of two women who had just had a first taste of what the other could do. There was a little respect of the other perhaps, but also a resolve to know the fight out of each other now. Two big strong woman came back together now, locking up at the centre of the cage, each straining to push the other back. Neither moved an inch at first, finding the other equal to her attempts before Ashlee showed some initiative, grabbed Carol’s hair at the back of her head, and forced the Singapore Wildcat back to the cage. The big American model struck with a speed that belied her size now, a right hand to the ribs followed by a rake of the eyes that disoriented Carol as she whined in pain. Then there was an Irish whip and she repaid Carol, who had been struggling still to clear her vision, by sending her careering into the wall of the cage.

The adult pro world champion didn’t rebound off the cage into an attack like Ashlee had, but she was still made to pay for it as Ashlee splashed her against the cage wall. In a sandwich between a 215lb woman and a steel cage, Carol was definitely the loser, and she slumped to the mat at the bare feet of the plus sized model, back in a spot of trouble. Ashlee kicked her now; not the most powerful of kicks, but effective enough nonetheless as her bare foot buried into Carol’s side, rolling her to her back on the mat. For the second time already in this short match, Ashlee dropped in with a splash to crush the wind out of Carol, and had pin-falls been a factor in this match, the Singapore Wildcat may just have been in a spot of bother. It was a bout where only submissions or a knockout mattered though, and Ashlee had to find another way to challenge Carol’s toughness, forcing her to her feet by the hair. Behind Carol, immediately Ashlee trapped her in an abdominal stretch, grapevining one leg, trapping an arm, and using the combined moved to torque Carol’s entire body even as she eased that bronze cheetah print crop top out of the way to expose Carol’s breasts.

‘Awwww…..shit!’ Carol moaned as Ashlee’s fingers traced her body sensually for a moment before closing on her right breast in a harsh mauling attack, to add to the predicament. ‘Submit then!’ Ashlee demanded, confidence growing within the big beautiful American it seemed as she punished the world champion.

‘No way…..aaaagghhhhh….no!’ Carol responded, loud and confident still before the pain cut in. Over on the sofa, the sole sponsor of the fight was taking a closer interest too. Her nipples showed hard against the fine fabric of her blue ball gown as she saw the was Ashlee was punishing Carol’s breasts. Again she wondered, would it be Carol that she would get for the evening?

Inside the cage, Ashlee’s confidence was building. She had the Wildcat trapped for a minute now, maybe a little more, and another squeeze of the breast brought a loud shriek of anguish from her. Could the submission be coming she wondered to herself, asking Carol ‘give up you slut?’ to voice the question.

‘No!’ Carol said, resolve still in her voice as she added ‘no way!’

Ashlee heard that, and clubbed her in the side of the head with an elbow smash, sending Carol back to her knees on the mat in come pain at her feet. The onslaught from the big sexy model turned wrestler continued now at pace as she forced Carol up, lifted 170lbs like it was nothing, and dropped her across her leg in a back breaker to add further to Carol’s discomfort. A disdainful shove pushed Carol off to the mat now, landing heavily and Ashlee relieved her fully of her top now, telling her ‘this will save time when you’ve lost in a few minutes time bitch!’

‘Fuck off!’ Carol retorted, but she was hauled up to her feet after Ashlee dropped her crop top to the mat, and found herself wrestled quickly back into that standing abdominal stretch once more as Ashlee tried to grind out a submission. This time, she clutched the cage with her fingers, knowing it allowed her to add extra leverage to the hold. Leverage for Ashlee equated to pain for Carol as she cried out in anguish once more. She knew though that her breasts surely represented too inviting a target for the American woman; as Ashlee started to maul them again having released the cage, Carol saw her chance. Quickly she managed to untangle her leg from a distracted Ashlee’s grapevine, and in one move, showed her own strength and technique to muscle Ashlee over her with a hip toss. The American model landed hard on the mat having not expected the move, and in something of a seated position was quickly pitched forward as a low drop kick from Carol hit her in the back of the head. The pendulum of momentum swung back in Carol’s favour as Ashlee rolled across the mat a little way, clutching the back of her head in pain.

As Ashlee’s feet kicked at the mat in pain, she came to rest belly down on the mat, and Carol measured her for a heavy elbow drop around the back of the head. It was probably fair to say Ashlee’s head was ringing as Carol grabbed that curly brunette hair to lift her face clear of the mat before slamming it back to the quite unforgiving surface. Carol had back control of the contest suddenly, and she picked up her crop top from where Ashlee had dropped it moments earlier. Her intention wasn’t to put it back on though, especially in such a private setting, she knew an action like that would be frowned upon. Carol knew the discarded garment was a weapon though, and her intention was clear enough as she looped it around Ashlee’s throat; use it herself before there was chance for it to be used against her. With that grasp, she was able to force the American to her feet only to be sent up and over in a flying mare back to a heavy landing on the mat. Immediately, Carol repeated the move three more times, both she and the sole spectator enjoying the way Ashlee’s curvaceous body jiggled each time it crashed down on the mats heavily.

Finally, Ashlee was left there in a seated position on the mats, legs spread a little and breathing heavily as she tried to recoup her energy. Carol simply delivered a low drop-kick to the back, her bare feet slapping to Ashlee’s back and snapping her head forward before she rolled to her side on the mat. Carol dropped to her knees at her side, delivering a double fisted blow to the ribs of the curvaceous American model, and then she simply untied her bikini top, puling it from Ashlee and tucking it into the waistband of her own hotpants for safe keeping. Licking her thumb and forefinger, Carol grabbed and tweaked the left nipple of the American with some enthusiasm, bringing forth a shriek of anguish from her as she felt the harsh attention of the world champion. ‘Weak tits can’t take it bimbo bitch?’ Carol mocked her now, enjoying the position of dominance as she went to the hair, forced Ashlee up and sent her chest first into the steel mesh of the cage. This time she followed in too, sandwiching the American between her own curvy body and the mesh wall, enjoying the way it pressed it’s diamond pattern into Ashlee’s body and breasts.

‘See her’ Carol whispered in Ashlee’s ear now, knowing she held eye contact with the blonde sponsor. ‘She’s going to enjoy every inch of this body’ she taunted her quietly, running her hand down Ashlee’s flank, her tongue flicking at the American’s earlobe to send a tingle of arousal through her body. Then that wandering hand found one of the side ties of Ashlee’s bikini bottoms, and in the blink of an eye, Carol had that untied, so that only one tie across Ashlee’s left hip was protecting her modesty at all. The curves of the Wildcat pressed those of the model against the cage firmly still, controlling the situation as she grabbed Ashlee by her curls now, just turning head enough so that her own lips could graze the corner of the American’s mouth. It was turning into an erotic domination suddenly by Carol there against the cage. Ashlee tried to respond to the hint of a kiss, hoping to turn her head further to meet Carol’s lips, only to find she was controlled by the hair, preventing her from doing so. ‘She’s going to fuck you all night long gorgeous’ Carol teased Ashlee now, forcing the slightest bit of separation before a short splash pressed Ashlee back into the steel mesh with a groan. Carol recognised the sound well as one she’d heard may times before; an opponent getting turned on, increasingly so by a dominant opponent which was so often the very crux of adult professional wrestling.

‘She’s almost ready for you’ Carol called out to the smiling blonde sponsor of the fight before she grabbed the bikini tie on Ashlee’s left hip, releasing that with one sharp tug, and allowed the garment to slide from Ashlee’s body as she led her back out to the centre of the cage by her hair. Naked and protesting her treatment at the hands of the Singapore Wildcat now, Ashlee was soon quietened down by a passionate kiss from Carol, her head controlled by the hair as Carol’s tongue duelled briefly with hers before winning that battle with ease. Ashlee was almost entranced, practically dancing on the spot as Carol continued the long, sensual lip lock, before she suddenly cut her off with a harsh knee lift to the belly.

Ashlee sagged forwards into Carol who was waiting on her, lifting the bigger woman with surprising ease now into an across the knee back breaker. ‘OWWWW!’ Ashlee moaned loudly now, the punishing move taking the fight out of the naked 215lb model who found herself stretched across Carol’s leg while the champion wrestler pawed her breasts and crotch. It was over for Ashlee surely now as Carol suddenly shoved her off to a heavy landing on the mat and took the time to saunter over and pick up her bikini bottom from the mat, tucking that in to her waistband too. Then the piece de resistance as she forced Ashlee to her knees and quickly trapped her in the dragon sleeper finisher, lightly at first. Lightly, so that the fingers of her right hand might explore her extensive curves first, sensually playing with her tits, tracing patterns across her belly, before a gasp from the model showed that Carol had found her spot with fingers in her pussy. As those fingers worked almost magically inside her, Ashlee wailed in anguish as the sleeper tightened a little, then the urgency of Carol’s finger fucking increased.

‘Please…..’ Ashlee moaned, her voice trailing off a little as she felt Carol’s sleeper hold tighten a little more. ‘Ooohhh….’ she whined now, the combined effect of finger fucking and choking grasp going to work on her some more.

‘Please what?’ Carol asked her, going on to add ‘get used to it girl. This is underground adult pro!’ as her fingers hastened Ashlee towards a climax she wouldn’t be able to deny for much longer. As always, Carol’s aim was to time her twin attacks to perfection, so that she could make Ashlee suffer the draining orgasm just as the sleeper started to close in on her, heightening the effect of both.

‘Please…..’ Ashlee wailed again, then quickly ‘OOOHH…..OOOOOH….FUCK NO!’ as she realised she couldn’t hold back this wave of passion for any longer. It was time, Carol realised, her fingers working quickly to make Ashlee cum, unmistakably so as she screamed in orgasm. Then the sleeper was tight, choking off her last throes of orgasm, the models hands belatedly going to Carol’s arm around her throat to try, fruitlessly, to loosen the grasp. She fought it, to her credit, to the very last, until she was almost out; then her hands no longer pulled at Carol’s arms, but instead tapped at them furiously to admit her defeat at the hands of the world champion inside this cage.

Carol released her, leaving an exhausted Ashlee there in the cage, on her kneed and still bent over, so that her long curly hair was almost touching her feet. She’d already collected the spoils of her victory, with Ashlee’s cheetah print string bikini hanging from the waistband of her hotpants. She collected her own discarded top, and left the cage, stopping only for the briefest of chats with the sponsor. ‘Congratulations Carol, quite magnificent!’ the blonde lady told her.

‘Thank you. She was a challenge, but no match for the Wildcat in the end’ Carol replied evenly.

‘Indeed not, and today I get her. But one day maybe it will be you that I get for the evening Carol’ the blonde lady suggested, starting to strip out of her dress as she spoke. Carol knew that she would enter the cage naked and have her way with Ashlee there now.

‘You might do. I’m not unbeatable, just hard to beat’ Carol smiled evenly. In truth, she knew that the blonde was right, and knew she’d spend an evening with her voluntarily anyway. But it seemed that this wasn’t the way this worked for the blonde.

‘Well, until next time maybe?’ the blonde said to Carol, her question not really one at all. There would be a next time Carol realised.

‘Indeed’ Carol replied, leaning in to kiss the cheek of the blonde before being guided back to her room. She knew she’d be on her way to airport and probably back home while poor Ashlee got fucked senseless inside that cage. She felt no real pity for the sexy model though…..it was the life of an adult professional wrestler after all.