Ridden Out
By Wolfboy
Carol fights once again for the mystery sponsor in another private matching
She might have been the champion in the world of adult professional wrestling just now, but Carol, the Singapore Wildcat, was finding she was facing an increasing number of privately arranged matches. Usually these were arranged by the same blonde woman, a rich businesswoman it seemed, who was always the sole spectator. More recently, she’d added a stipulation that she would get to spend the evening with the defeated wrestler, springing it on the fighters late on although Carol clearly now had an advanced expectation that it would be the case. It didn’t bother her in the slightest; she was an experienced adult wrestler who had fucked and been fucked in the course of her career across a number of years. And besides, she found this blonde woman to be attractive, carrying herself with a confidence that when coupled with her elegant good looks added up to a powerful cocktail.
‘Not tonight though!’ Carol admonished herself as she travelled to one of the many properties this woman seemed to own around the world to meet her latest challenge. London was the venue for this evening’s private challenge, held in a mansion overlooking the River Thames, near to Fulham. London in the middle of a heatwave, Carol quickly realised despite the air conditioned interior of the car that had collected her from the airport and now whisked her through the outskirts of the city. ‘Good’ she thought to herself; used to the steamy summers of Singapore, the temperatures here in London were unlikely to concern her, but may just cause her opponent a problem. Of course, opposition was one of the great mysteries of fighting for this particular sponsor. In all of the matches, the first time Carol or her opponent had set eyes on each other had been as they looked at each other across the ring, cage or just mats, moments before the match would start. Carol had grown to enjoy that side of the private challenges over time, finding that it made her think more in the match, rather than being able to strategise ahead of time.
As was usually the way, she arrived at a nicely appointed property and was shown to a room that would act as a changing area and a place to relax pre-fight. Here, her room turned out to be a more or less self contained apartment, allowing her to have a snack, get a drink, and then take a couple of hours to relax, knowing bell time would be after 7pm. As seemed to be the custom for this sponsor, she liked the two ladies to come to the ring in glamorous dresses and a wardrobe of them was always provided along with a set of instructions that were conveyed by the person who showed her to the room. ‘We will collect you at 7pm for the match. Please wear one of the dresses from the wardrobe to come to the ring. Your opponent tonight will not be wearing a dress but will be formally attired still. Wear your wrestling boots, as your opponent tonight always fights in boots. You have a free choice of ring attire. The fight tonight has no time limit, is anything goes, and can be won either by a submissions or a knockout to a count of twenty. The loser will surrender their fight outfit to the winner, and be the sponsors plaything for the evening’ he had told Carol before leaving the room.
Forty five minutes before match time, Carol had stripped, done some exercised to loosen herself up and get the blood pumping, and then selected her ring attire for the match. Her choices were plentiful, but tonight she chose a cheetah print one piece which was off the shoulder on the right, but had a long left sleeve. It fastened at her neck, giving way to an almost bare back and a thong bottom. Worn over layered shimmering tights and nude fishnets that made her legs look exceptional, Carol quickly pulled her almost thigh length black wrestling boots, trimmed in cheetah print, on to her powerful legs and checked herself in the mirror. She looked every inch the champion that she was, before she went to the wardrobe to pick out the dress she thought was going to work best with her ring attire tonight, a long sleeved micro dress covered in a sea of electric blue sequins. She took a look at herself in the full length mirror, confirmed that the high necked but very short dress covered her ring attire suitably to avoid a clash, and then sat down, calm and ready to face whoever was put in front of her tonight. Then knock at her door would come soon enough; she knew that she gained nothing from waiting anxiously for it.
On the button of 7PM, there was a brisk knock at her door, and the man who had directed her to the room some while earlier was waiting outside the door, telling her ‘if you’d follow me please Miss?’
There was no hesitation from Carol, she was ready and she fell into step behind the man, following his down a flight of stairs, through part of the house, and then into a conservatory at the rear of the property. In there was a wrestling ring, small but in good condition, all of it black – ring ropes, canvas and the old fashioned corner pads like those used in British rings of the 70s and 80s. The conservatory was well furnished though it was largely devoid of people other than Carol, her opponent, two members of staff and the sponsor to whom Carol nodded as she walked past her. Both women quickly got into the ring, having been shown to their allotted corners by their respective guides, and Carol got a first really good look at her opponent opposite her. She wasn’t in a dress, but she wore the exquisite riding outfit of a lady about to partake in a spot of dressage. A white blouse with what looked to be a frilly white cravat at her neck was mostly covered by a harshly cut double breasted black riding jacket. On her hands were white riding gloves, and her evidently long brunette hair was neatly pulled back into a ponytail. On her legs, she wore skin tight silver grey jodhpurs with just a hint of shimmer about them and a pair of black riding boots that came to just below her knee.
Carol’s guide
spoke first now as he said ‘Ma’am, may I introduce to you, from Singapore, at 5
feet 7 inches tall, 170lbs, and 38DD-29-42, the world adult professional
wrestling champion, The Singapore Wildcat!’ Carol knew that was her cue to
remove her dress and prepare for battle which she did, shimmying out of the
tight dress before handing it to the guide, noting the look of approval from the
blonde sponsor there on the sofa a few feet away from the ring. While Carol was
now in her cheetah print, the colour of the dress she had chosen matched almost
perfectly with the sponsors outfit as the blonde woman wore a wide legged cobalt
blue jumpsuit with a frilled cap sleeve, and a plunging neckline that showed off
an impressive cleavage. Across the ring, the guide of the woman in the riding
gear now spoke, beginning ‘and ma’am, may I introduce to you, from
Knightsbridge, at 5 feet 10 inches tall and 155 lbs, measuring 36E-24-38, the
British face-sitting champion, Lady Hadleigh Hamilton!. The statuesque brunette
walked to the centre of the ring now, waving a disdainfully dismissive white
gloved hand at Carol as if to dismiss her back to her corner so that she might
begin the painstaking task of preparing to fight. Carol looked on impassively
from her corner as Lady Hadleigh slowly unbuttoned her black jacket, giving the
Wildcat time to process what little she knew of this woman now. Slowly the
jacket was removed, then the cravat went too, before the brunette started to
pull off her white gloves, one finger at a time. Slowly she carried those back
to her corner of the ring as Carol wondered if that meant she was now ready to
fight. Not quite it seemed was the answer, as Lady Hadleigh now slowly
unfastened the ten buttons of her white blouse, unfastened the cuffs, and then
took it off, handing it to her guide. Finally as Carol continued to wait
patiently for her, she checked her breasts were correctly covered by a sports
bra in matching silver grey material to her jodhpurs, then unfastened her hair
from the pony tail to allow it to fall free, and marched haughtily to the centre
of the ring. There, hands on hips, she brusquely shot at Carol ‘well come on
then, what are you waiting for?!’ her voice managing to display genuine
irritation at the delay she had caused, despite her very plummy accent.
Carol shrugged a little indifferently at the woman who having taken her time to disrobe, was now impatient to get started. She walked into lock up and walked straight into a storm from the stuck-up brunette as she did so. Lady Hadleigh was undoubtedly posh, upper class; a very distant relation to the royals in fact, but she was an adept and vicious fighter too. She’d learned she needed to be in the world of British face sit wrestling, where every girl she faced would do anything they could to ride the face of the poshest bitch in the game. She was waiting on Carol to come in, and lashed out one of those long legs to catch her with a snap kick to the belly. Carol has walked on to that one, before Lady Hadleigh walked in, straightened her up slightly by the hair, and floored her with a European style uppercut. Immediately the statuesque British woman was in Carol’s hair, presenting her face perfectly so that she could rake it with the laces of her black leather riding boot, and she smirked as Carol rolled away, clutching at her face and crying out in protest at the move. Lady Hadleigh stalked her across the ring as Carol tried to trade space for time only to be captured by the hair as soon as she reached her knees and found herself dragged to the ropes, choked there across the middle strand by the tall brunette who wrapped her hair around the middle strand of the ring rope and pulled hard for good measure. Without a referee, and with no censure of restrictive rules either, she took advantage of the precarious position Carol was in, leaning in with her full weight, making sure the move was at it’s most effective. An elbow flailed back by Carol, with a hint of desperation in all honesty, caught Lady Hadleigh in the ribs now, giving her pause for thought, and vitally allowing Carol a spot of breathing space so that she could get off the ropes.
She turned too slowly though, and the British woman was waiting on her with a
flat footed kick, pushed out into Carol’s face that stunned her and knocked her
part of the way through the ropes. A precarious position for Carol who cried out
in anguish as she lay across the bottom rope, and Lady Hadleigh grabbed her
legs. She knew what was coming but had no counter, steeling herself to take the
impact as the aristocratic fighter fell back to catapult her breasts first into
the middle ring rope. Carol shrieked as Lady Hadleigh let her go, and she
writhed, falling from the ring, relieved to find some sanctuary there to recover
her composure as the British woman refused to lower herself to fighting on the
outside of the ring. Perhaps a mistake to allow a woman such as Carol space and
time to recuperate though as she stood inside the ropes, impatiently telling
Carol to ‘get your arse in her and let me beat you up!’
There were never count-outs in adult professional wrestling anyway, and in this private environment, Carol felt no need to rush back in without a crowd cheering her on, instead choosing to slowly circle the ring as the haughty Englishwoman waited impatiently for her. As Hadleigh smouldered, Carol calculated and timed her attempt to get back into the ring perfectly. Hadleigh charged, looking to barge Carol back down to the floor, only to be met solidly with a knee from the Wildcat to stop her in her tracks. Now Carol dropped back to the floor willingly, but not before snagging Hadleigh’s head so that she could clothesline her on the top rope, sending her staggering back towards the centre of the ring, clutching her throat. Now Carol came in on her own terms, sliding under the bottom rope, before getting up and covering the short distance to Lady Hadleigh in the smaller than usual ring. She timed it perfectly too, Hadleigh just turning into position for Carol to deliver a spinning neckbreaker, sending the brunette to the mat. Carol felt in control as she used Hadleigh’s long hair to force her to a seated position, before clamping in a sleeper hold from behind her, there on the mat. One knee was planted on the mat, the other painfully posted between the shoulder blades as she cranked the hold left and right, all the time looking to slowly tighten her grip and put the Englishwoman in to dreamland quickly.
‘Mmmnggghh!’ Hadleigh bemoaned as she felt the trouble she was in now in the early going, Carol’s strong sleeper hold slowly starting to bite in to her consciousness. Her feet drummed at the canvas, her riding boots raising quite the racket as the blonde sponsor shifted on her sofa for a moment, wondering if this might be a short evening’s work for the Wildcat.
Carol sensed it too, each movement she made slowly tightening the grasp of the sleeper hold on Lady Hadleigh. ‘Give up!’ she told rather than asked the Englishwoman.
‘Don’t be so ridiculous!’ Lady Hadleigh rasped in reply, astonishment clear in her voice as she denied the prospect of submission as if it were the most ridiculous thing anyone had ever suggested to her. She remained trapped though, in a good degree of trouble despite her confident response it seemed.
‘Tap or nap!’ Carol told her now, pointing out that she was happy to put her out with the hold if it was needed. She’d not taken into account the impressive flexibility of Lady Hadleigh though. The jodhpur clad posh girl was able to snake a hand back behind her and grab Carol’s crotch, probing quickly for a good grip that she could employ to force Carol off her. It did her little good as Carol was quick to her feet, getting away from the crotch grope, before she dropped to her knees and stunned her ladyship with an elbow to the top of the head. There was no respite from the attack though as Carol went to Lady Hadleigh’s long brunette hair and forced her to her feet so that she could lift her again into a body slam, planting her at the centre of the ring. Carol went straight to the ropes now, gathering momentum for a heavy leg drop across the chest of Lady Hadleigh, and under conventional adult pro rules, might well have shifted position to try for a pin. As it was, she knew the British woman needed to softened up some more, and she went to the hair, admonishing her ‘get up you stuck-up tart!’ as she looked to bring her back to her feet. Carol’s taunting quickly turned to a groan of ‘OOOOFFFF!’ though as Lady Hadleigh ploughed a hard right hand into Carol’s belly, and brushed the Wildcat’s hand from her hair so that she could rise under her own steam. She waited patiently now for Carol to straighten up before she struck her with a double handed thrust to the throat. Carol grabbed for that, staggered a little as she tried to catch her breath; Lady Hadleigh smiled condescendingly, then raked her eyes viciously, making Carol screech in anguish.
The Englishwoman was back on top, leading Carol to the top rope, placing her forehead on it, and callously dragged her towards the corner, allowing the rope to give her a friction burn as she went. Carol moaned loudly as she clutched for her forehead in the corner of the ring; Lady Hadleigh dropped to a knee and swung a back elbow into Carol’s undefended body in return to maintain the momentum of her attacks. Carol doubled forward, just as the Englishwoman rose with a European style uppercut now, right under the jaw, a real haymaker of a blow to straighten Carol and rock her back into the corner. ‘Now you little trollop….’ Lady Hadleigh admonished before whipping a stinging chop across Carol’s chest to punish her further in the corner. She liked the effect that had on the Singapore Wildcat who jolted as if she’d been struck by the charged barbs of a taser.
Lady Hadleigh smirked, a plan evident in her eyes, as she eased the off the shoulder side of Carol’s one piece down a little to expose her right breast. Without delay, the palm of her hand struck bare flesh for the first time, and the sound was like the report of a hunting rifle going off in the small room. Even the blonde sponsor on the sofa winced at the sound, but Carol barely had the chance to regain her composure before Lady Hadleigh grabbed her hair and simply hurled her across the ring by it to a heavy landing. Patiently, Lady Hadleigh waited until Carol rolled slowly to her back then she placed the sole of one riding boot on her forehead, and quickly did a spin to add to the friction burn already there. Carol howled at the increasingly angry welt raised by Lady Hadleigh’s actions, and she was in no position to defend herself as the English fighter delivered a heavy splash across her body. Now Lady Hadleigh was fully in the ascendancy, and she trapped Carol in what looked like a slightly awkward side head scissors at first. There was no doubting the power in the aristocratic ass-kicker’s legs though as Carol moaned loudly in pain when Lady Hadleigh flexed them for the first time. ‘OOOWWW…...bitch!’ she protested, earning herself a rebuke in the form of a heavy slap to that bare breast from Lady Hadleigh.
‘Really….how rude!’ Lady Hadleigh mocked now, continuing ‘Wildcat indeed…...well wildcat, you should know I’m used to having a much more powerful beast between these thighs, and I tame them with ease!’ A flex of her long and clearly powerful thighs brought that point to life for Carol, drawing a cry of anguish from her lips as the jodhpur clad thighs threatened to crush her head it felt like. The pressure eased and Carol started to pull at the thighs, her hands grabbing on to those silver/grey jodhpurs for extra purchase before Lady Hadleigh made her shriek again with an evil eye rake. It was fair to say the Englishwoman had a nasty and uncompromising way about her; significantly for Carol though, the eye rake had her disoriented and about to find the expert rider moving in to ride her face. To do it, she didn’t release the scissors at first, shifting on top of Carol so that she sat on her chest, legs out straight, still demonstrating her crushing leg power as she did so. Then with a motion every bit as smooth and easy as when she mounted her stallion, Lady Hadleigh shifted into place to face sit Carol. Pinning the Wildcat’s arms beneath her now folded legs, she grabbed Carol’s hair, framed her face between her thighs for a second, looked down on her with distaste almost, then moved forward to apply the face sit without further thought.
Now it was a problem for Carol, one she’d faced before but not quite under these circumstances. In adult pro, the face sit was often used as a disdainful pin on a beaten opponent, a way of demonstrating superiority. Here, there was no doubt that Lady Hadleigh delivered it with disdain; that was more or less a default setting for the posh fighter. But her aim wasn’t to use it as the final act on a defeated fighter. No, here it was her aim to use the move as the means to defeat Carol. To smother her with her perfect balance and exceptional ass until Carol could no longer catch her breath and would be forced to submit, or simply pass out.
The Wildcat knew it too, recognised the level of trouble she was in as she tested the secureness of the face pin. Her arms were tightly pressed to the canvas by Lady Hadleigh’s legs, the smooth leather of her riding boots pressing on to Carol’s bare arms. Then she started to roll her hips, not content to just sit there, preferring instead to grind herself heavily on Carol’s face, rubbing in her self perceived superiority as she did so. ‘Submit?’ she asked, not really caring if Carol did or didn’t; she was settled in for the long term whatever happened, resolved to seeing the face pin through to a knockout as was usually the style in her face sitting championship matches anyway. Carol struggled against it now, her arms trying to wriggle free from beneath Lady Hadleigh’s legs to little avail while that jodhpur covered crotch smashed into her face time and again. She bucked and writhed, kicked her legs, bridged, all moves to try and dislodge the brunette from the position she confidently held, and she found them all to be to little avail. ‘God, this bitch is good’ she thought to herself in a slightly detached way as Lady Hadleigh showed that horses clearly weren’t the only thing she was good at riding. She truly excelled and came into her own when she rode faces it seemed; Carol was in deep trouble, feeling the darkness starting to creep in at the edge of her consciousness as the perfectly delivered smother continued.
‘That’s right you worthless tart!’ Lady Hadleigh mocked her now. ‘This is how a real lady deals with another woman’ she continued, reaching back to dig her nails into Carol’s uncovered breast. The sharp pain from the expert nail grab had two effects; sure it hurt Carol, but it also helped to return her to her senses briefly as the pain cut through. It was a moment of crystal clear clarity for the Singapore Wildcat. She needed to escape quickly, and suddenly she knew just how she needed to do it.
With her nails dig deep in to Carol’s breast, Lady Hadleigh had unwittingly compromised herself very slightly, just enough to that her centre of balance wasn’t quite as perfect as it usually was. Carol knew she had to time it just right as she might only get one shot at escape, and she forced herself to lie there and take the punishment for a few moments longer so that she could judge it just right. Finally, she could wait no more, feeling the darkness starting to creep in on her once more, from the tightly smothering face sit. She swung her legs up, catching Lady Hadleigh perfectly by surprise as she had fancied things to be going increasingly her way as they wrapped around her body. In an instant, the cool poise of Lady Hadleigh was broken as she complained ‘what…..NO!’ at finding herself bowled off the Singapore Wildcat’s body by those powerful legs.
By this point of sharing a ring with her for a few minutes, Carol had come to appreciate that Lady Hadleigh wasn’t a very nice woman. Now she had her on her back, crotch presented perfectly to attack; against another woman, she may have chosen a sexually arousing type of attack. Today, she felt no urge to give Lady Hadleigh any hint of pleasure and simply crotch punched her instead. As the aristocratic fighter shrieked loudly in a mixture of indignation and pain, Carol kicked her out from between her legs and got to her feet, a little gingerly following the lengthy smother. She wouldn’t afford Lady Hadleigh the opportunity to escape from her punishing attacks now; the Wildcat was going to finish off her opponent in real adult pro style before she had chance to regather herself.
She peeled the still protesting wrestler from the canvas by her hair and backed her up to the ropes so that she could be fired off to the opposite strands of ring ropes. Carol set off after her almost straight away, and the tall, easy athleticism of Lady Hadleigh was no match for 170lbs of onrushing Wildcat in a thunderous shoulder tackle that dropped the Englishwoman heavily to the canvas. Lady Hadleigh clutched the back of her head from the heavy impact with the canvas now while Carol stood behind her for a moment, boot placed lightly on her forehead as she allowed her that brief anticipation of the move, before spinning and repaying that earlier move from Lady Hadleigh as she cruelly rakes her forehead with the spinning boot sole. Lady Hadleigh shrieked again before Carol pulled her from the mat by the hair and tried to lift her for a body slam. The upper-class fighter was able to surprise Carol, using her long legs as she was lifted to reach for, and hook the top rope, pulling Carol off balance and allowing her to squirm free over the Wildcat’s shoulders. As her feet hit the mat, Lady Hadleigh shoved Carol in the back to create an element of separation, before setting off at a run, hoping to bowl her to the canvas with a running clothesline. Unfortunately for her though, Carol reacted quicker that she’d expected, spinning and snapping a boot out to catch her in the stomach and stop her dead. Doubled up in front of the Singapore Wildcat, Lady Hadleigh was suddenly very exposed to an attack that cane in the form of a DDT with Carol tucking the brunette’s head beneath her arm and dropping to plant her forehead hard to the canvas.
As the jodhpur wearing jezabel lolled to her back on the canvas, Carol fancied she could have pinned her right there in a standard adult pro contest. This was no standard contest though with the sponsor’s preferred stipulation of a submission or knockout finish. Carol wanted to put more of an exclamation point on to things too, having taken something of a dislike to Lady Hadleigh, and she roughly forced her to all fours, pushing her head between her own thighs. A good grip of the back of the jodhpurs helped her lever Lady Hadleigh into a more compromised position now, before she waist locked her and muscled the brunette into a piledriver. As soon as Lady Hadleigh's body was vertical, head pointed to the canvas, Carol dropped to her knees, planting her there, and putting the upper-class fighter firmly on dream street.
With Lady Hadleigh subdued, Carol had one last ignominy in mind for her; she wanted this woman naked to finish her off. It was a risk perhaps to take her time like that, but a calculated one with the brunette looking pretty much out of commission from the piledriver. The silver grey sports bra was first to go, wrenched roughly over Lady Hadleigh’s head to expose a very impressive pair of E cup breasts. Freed from the captivity of the restricting sports bra, they seemed to have a life of their own, moving in time with Carol’s footsteps as she patrolled around her body. Now Carol went for the boots, finding the high quality leather footwear to be surprisingly easy to remove from a woman who still wasn’t resisting her attempts to disrobe her. AS she placed the boots with her sports bra, the prospect that Lady Hadleigh was playing a little possum occurred to Carol; she quickly took the chance to punish her with a double leg drop, one thick thigh landing across the throat, the other across those big breasts, making her body jerk from the shock impact.
‘Now
your ladyship….’ Carol laughed out loud, ‘why don’t we see what you’ve got on
under these? She suggested, as she started to peel those oh so tight silver/grey
jodhpurs down Lady Hadleigh’s fine legs. Delightedly, Carol quickly found that
the answer to the question, she’d posed was nothing, other than a well trimmed
but quite impressive bush. ‘Really?’ she mocked now, ‘is this how a lady
dresses?’
The jodhpurs were off with just a minimal struggle, Lady Hadleigh perhaps starting to return just a little to her senses. Carol placed the last of the now naked brunette’s outfit in that neat pile, and returned quickly to her, wanting to finish her as soon as she could. A rough handful of hair forced her into a seated position, and before Lady Hadleigh could register her predicament, her head was tucked under Carol’s right arm and she was trapped in her dragon sleeper finishing move!
Now her hands pulled desperately at Carol’s arm around her throat, sunk in tight, constricting, starting to already disrupt the flow of oxygen to Lady Hadleigh’s brain a little. She pulled hard on Carol’s arm, but the Wildcat had leverage and power and wasn’t to be easily shifted now. ‘Submit, you stuck up cow!’ Carol demanded, receiving no response from the brunette who desperately tried to relieve the pressure as she dug her nails into Carol’s arm now. ‘Bitch….’ the wildcat hissed at her opponent, but she wasn’t for easing up on her at all at this stage. ‘Aaahhiiieeee’ Lady Hadleigh whined airily as she felt the sleeper hold starting to close in on her slowly. Gone was the haughty confidence she’d felt earlier in the match; now she was naked and in deep trouble at the hands of a woman who had fought out of her best move to take control. Her bare feet drummed fruitlessly at the canvas, as she found herself unable to get free, and she felt herself slowly fading in the preferred finishing hold of the Wildcat. Then she screamed loudly, a lung emptying below of surprise and pain as Carol put her free hand to good use, sinking her nails into one of Lady Hadleigh’s impressive breasts, ravaging the sensitive flesh cruelly. It briefly jerked the aristocratic fighter back to her senses, but Carol had total control, continuing to punish with the hold, draining the last vestiges of energy from Lady Hadleigh.
‘Submit! Go on, give up!’ Carol demanded now, preferring to hear the words as she knew it would hurt Lady Hadleigh all the more to have to admit another woman was better than her. ‘Say it!’ she demanded again, a firmness in her voice.
‘Nooooooooo…..ooooooohhhhh!’ Lady Hadleigh replied, her voice little more than a light whisper as the predicament she was in continued to trouble her. Carol slapped her breast hard now, before clutching and twisting the nipple. ‘I’ll rip them off bitch! Now say it!’ she demanded once more, cruelly increasing her nipple attack as she did.
‘OOOOWWWWW!’ Lady Hadleigh fairly screamed out now, then she sobbed ‘Please…...stop…..you win...you win!’ admitting as she did so that she had been beaten by a better woman.
‘Thank you your ladyship’ Carol smirked, releasing the hold. ‘Wasn’t so hard to admit that I’m better than you was it?’ she laughed, collecting Lady Hadleigh’s clothes and boots from the canvas, tucking them beneath her left arm. Then she stood over her, grabbed a handful of her bush, and pulled hard so that some of it came away in her hand, causing an anguished shriek from the Englishwoman as she lay in defeat. ‘Don’t you forget it either!’ Carol told her, seeing that the sponsor was starting to approach the ring; it was time to leave the blonde woman the fruits of her in ring actions today as her plaything for the evening. She knew that, as she slipped out through the ring ropes, the blonde was going to have a lot of fun with the haughty Lady Hadleigh.
‘Well done Carol, another fine display of adult wrestling’ the blonde lady said to the Wildcat as their paths crossed outside the ring now. ‘I did think that she had you with the face sit though, she’s good at that’ she admitted.
‘So
did I!’ Carol candidly agreed. ‘She was a tough challenge.’
‘As I intended of course’ the blonde woman said, starting to ease out of her playsuit to make sure Carol could see just what incredible shape she was in for a woman in her early 50s. ‘One day it’ll be you that I get Carol….one day’ she smiled wistfully.
‘I don’t doubt it’ Carol agreed, not one to think she could never lost a challenge match like this, especially when this sponsor always brought such a range of challengers against her. One would succeed eventually she had long accepted.
‘Well, I have to go and deal with this posh bitch’ the blonde smiled, ‘but I’ll see you again soon Carol’ she said.
‘You will’ Carol agreed, leaning in to kiss the blonde on the cheek before her guide appeared to take her back to her room. She would be on her way to the airport inside the hour she knew, off to a different town, a different opponent; the life of an adult pro wrestler. As she left the room, she smiled to herself one last time as she heard Lady Hadleigh stroppily exclaim ‘those boots cost me £1,000!’
‘Oh shut up….you’ve been paid more that enough to buy five pairs and have more left in change your ladyship!’ she heard the blonde woman retort. ‘Now shut up while I sit on your face…..’