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A Roundabout Way To Make A Challenge

By Wolfboy

Adult wrestling champion Carol’s year of private challenge matches comes to a conclusion

It had been a while since the Singapore Wildcat, Carol, had been invited to appear in a private bout of adult professional wrestling by the right blonde woman who had sponsored such bouts for her across Europe over the last year. It wasn’t unusual Carol knew; sponsored bouts of this nature were not cheap or easy to set up. Tastes changed along with the budgets of those organising them she realised, the rich blonde probably having moved on to having other women fight for her, or maybe taking a break from arranging matches at all. And then the call came, the same calm and confident sounding personal assistant as usual, not sounding at all perturbed about asking another woman to come and fight for her boss at all.

The process was always the same then. ‘What dates might work for you?’ followed by a brief delay, either while the PA cross checked those against two other lists of dates, or had to compile those lists. Then an agreed date, usually one about two weeks away to be followed the next day by air tickets, and travel information. Any other pertinent information would be provided on arrival, Carol knowing that the she could travel fairly light other than her wrestling gear as a rule, with even that being provided sometimes by the sponsor. That would be the case this time, although she always took her gear with her regardless, just in case it would be needed.

Finally, there would be the payment for her appearance in the match. Never in her bank account before she boarded her flight, but always there by the time she landed in the destination for the match now. After France, England and Spain, where she had defeated a heavyweight judo champion with the use of sexual tactics, today she would travel to Canada, and a log cabin in the woods just outside of Banff. Log cabin was really not the correct term to describe this place though Carol realised as she stepped through the door out of the frigid early winter air. There was snow on the ground outside, and large triple glazed windows looked out on to it, but there was no chill in this most extensive of log cabins, thanks to the open fires that burned brightly in each room. Carol was shown to a guest room, a place to wait and relax until it was time to prepare for the match. Instinctively, as she took the chance to relax on the comfortable king-sized bed in the room, she knew her opponent would be here doing the same too. It made sense; she’d be told when it was half an hour before the match time, which was more than ample time to get ready, whatever the required gear.

She dozed there, comfortably for a couple of hours before there was a knock at the door to tell her that the action would be starting soon enough. It was time to prepare, and Carol was interested to see what gear this sponsor had chosen for her to wrestle in today. Very simple gear it turned out. A pair of shimmering tights to be worn beneath black fishnets, and a white swimsuit, scooped low on the back, thin cross back shoulder straps and a plunging front to enhance and display Carol’s impressive cleavage. Finally, a pair of white patent leather wrestling boots, to mid calf completed the look. Carol had her hair up in a ponytail, but now she unleashed a cascade of brunette curls as she removed the tie holding it in place. Somehow, unruly ‘big hair’ seemed to suit this rather old school pro look she realised, happy to go with that as she took in her reflection in the mirror. Elsewhere in the mansion, she realised that her rival for today would be doing the same, even as she took in the nice little extra touches of her outfit. There was a hint of cheetah print piping at her cleavage, and at the very top of her white wrestling boots. A nice nod to her more usual wrestling attire from the sponsor Carol appreciated in addition to the perfectly fitting outfit.

Now there was another knock on the door of the room, followed by ‘Miss, we’re ready for you for the fight now’. Carol showed no hesitation, familiar with these fights, she had been prepared and ready to go. And fighting other women under adult wrestling rules, well, that was just what she did. She fell into step behind the man who would lead her to the area where the ring was set up for the fight, noting only that she hadn’t for once already been informed of the fight rules. A slight change in the normal approach, but not something of concern for Carol. In the end it would be a wrestling match, whatever the stipulations. Their path through the large log cabin passed back through the entrance hall, and then into a big lounge area, cleared of almost all of the furniture to allow a wrestling ring to stand proudly at the centre of it. The sponsor was there, glamorous and distinguished as ever, today wearing an electric blue jumpsuit with a thick jumper over it, her concession to the cold air outside the room, although Carol felt it plenty warm enough in the room. The jumper did little to hide the impressive figure of the blonde who nodded to Carol before the brunette got into the ring. Her opponent was there, waiting patiently, hands on hips, a statuesque and imposing looking woman. Confident looking too; Carol felt her nipples stiffen with anticipation as she realised that today was going to be a stern test of her adult wrestling credentials.

‘Ladies’ the sponsor spoke from the sofa, another break with the normal way of things. ‘You may not have realised it, but over the last couple of years, you have been part of a private tournament. All of the matches you have taken part in have been leading to this point. You have been the best two adult wrestlers in the tournament. Now you face each other in the final. This is to be fought to the old Brit Pro adult rules. No holds barred, submission only, falls count anywhere in this room. And 4 rounds of 4 minutes each. The winner will have earned the most submissions at the end of that time limit. I envisage it being a close fight, almost certainly not settled at that stage; there will be a deciding round then, untimed, to be fought wearing only your wrestling boots. As usual, the winner will leave the loser in the ring; they will be mine for the evening. On this occasion, the winner will get two things; my diamond championship belt’ she said, indicating the championship belt shimmering above the fire place in the room. ‘ And a match with me to defend it’ she said, letting that thought hang in the minds of both women in the ring.

Now the two guides in the room took turns to introduce their charges. ‘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!’ her guide spoke first, before he turned and left the room. On the other side of the ring now, the other guide spoke. ‘And may I introduce to you, from Edmonton, at 5 feet 9 inches tall, 207lbs, and 42F-30-44, the North American and Canadian adult wrestling champion, Rockin Rachel Adams!’ Now he too turned and left the room so that the three women were alone in there, two of them ready to fight, knowing the third would fuck one of them after they had scouted the other for a final time before she would fight them. ‘Ladies’ the sponsor spoke ‘seconds out...round one!’ before she chimed a hand bell and that first four minute session of wrestling got underway. A feeling out process, albeit a concise one given the time constraints. Two collar and elbow tie-ups with Carol just about able to shrug off the easy power of the dirty blonde haired wrestler opposite her. Her outfit matched Carol’s in almost every way, but in black, while the little areas of piping on her suit and boots showed tiny red maple leaves on a white background. She came in for a third lock up, this time batting Carol’s arms aside so that she could bury her thigh deep into the brunette’s body. Carol groaned at finding the air driven from her body so early in the round, and she was put onto the defensive straight away as Rachel grabbed her brunette locks and tossed her across the ring. Scrambling to her knees, she just about got her arms up to block a simple kick aimed at her face with the sole of the boot. It knocked her into the ropes still as she quickly realised this powerful Canadian was a fighter to be wary of. The blonde’s body barrelled into her against the ring ropes now, pressing her into them, but not choking, as the middle rope was pressed painfully into her breasts instead. One hand was quickly into her hair, wrenching her head back, presenting her face to an invasive hand from Rachel who grabbed her nose and top lip, pulling at it painfully.

‘Shit….noooo!’ Carol moaned, her voice distorted by the hand of the Canadian blonde pulling at her as she made it clear she wasn’t giving up to the move no matter how punishing it was. Her hands went to her face, still unable to dislodge the blonde’s powerful grip before she noticed a black wrestling boot sticking between her legs. Moving quickly, she grabbed the ankle and pulled up, sending the blonde Amazon to her butt on the ring canvas. Carol moved quickly now to rise, but the blonde was quicker, trapping Carol in a front headlock before sending a crushing forearm across her back. The brunette’s legs were wobbled, but she didn’t drop, thanks to the powerful grasp Rachel still held her in. The job of dropping her to the mat was completed just after though as the blonde Amazon hooked the leg hole of her swimsuit and simply muscled Carol up and over in a high vertical suplex. That was a shuddering impact with the canvas, Carol’s curvaceous body jiggling as the shock-wave ran through her. Rachel was up already though, hitting the ropes for momentum and dropping across Carol with a heavy splash that would have been a test for Carol to kick out of were a pin-fall a means of winning the match. Of course it wasn’t but Rachel’s powerful body pressed into Carol, securing her firmly against the canvas, holding her there as she reminded the Singapore Wildcat of the adult part of adult wrestling. A hand squeezed Carol’s breast firmly, while at the same time, she found herself lip-locked there on the canvas by the marauding Canadian. She squirmed but found herself unable to resist at the same time, her tongue duelling with Rachel’s in a brave but losing battle while her breast was worked over again.

She moaned, her hips rising slightly from the canvas as pleasure flooded her thoughts for the first time in the match. She felt Rachel’s hand move smoothly down her body, her whine of surprise choked off by the blonde’s liplock as it pawed at her crotch suddenly, and the Singapore Wildcat remained in early trouble. She was resourceful of course, and looked to control the situation, crossing her legs to trap the blonde’s hand, then she tried to use the hair to steer Rachel’s face into her breasts. A counter smother would have been a good move to put some pressure back on to the blonde, but Rachel was too strong just yet, and she resisted, before a rake of Carol’s eyes suggested round one was moving back towards pain as it entered it’s final moments. A hand roughly in Carol’s flowing brunette hair brought the disoriented Wildcat back to her feet, a solid right hand to the jaw rocked her to the ropes, and as she lazily recoiled towards Rachel, a thunderous clothesline levelled her. The blonde was straight back to the hair, but instinct alone from Carol slowed her up for a moment as she took her down to the canvas in an ultimately futile small package pin. Rachel shrugged that off, and Carol’s right hand to her body before she reasserted her dominance of round one, grabbing hair and the back of Carol’s suit to throw her through the ropes and to the floor. ‘Get out of my ring!’ she said, a satisfied look on her face as the sponsor rang the bell to signal round one was over.

Carol had taken a heavy landing though it seemed the round system would help her here, allowing her to take a moment on the floor to recover in the round break. Then she climbed back on to the apron slowly, not spotting until the last second, the blonde had closed on her to clothesline her on the top rope, sending her dropping back to the floor. How foolish she’d been….it was no holds barred without a referee, so there was nothing to stop this kind of action. Rachel was already down on the floor closing in on her, stalking her to deliver a flat footed kick to the side of the head again. Carol was sluggish, her arms a fraction slow coming up to defend this time, and she took the full brunt of it with the ringing of the bell still in the air, and her senses were scrambled for the start of the second round.

Worse perhaps, Rockin Rachel was a woman to take advantage of that situation. Carol was peeled up by the hair and lifted before a slam on the outside. Her relief at the floor being at least a little padded quickly evaporated when Rachel stomped her in the stomach, hard. Carol gagged for air, sat up involuntarily just a little way, and took a quick kick across the chest now to knock her flat again. So far, the only thing really rocking in the match was the Singapore Wildcat, set that way by the blitzkrieg of brawling sent her way by Rachel. The blonde peeled her up again, pawing Carol’s body hungrily as she lifted her again and paraded her over the long sofa where the sponsor sat. An across the knee backbreaker followed, pain etched across Carol’s face as she was pushed off the outstretched knee to the floor; this big blonde was having her way with Carol so far.

‘May I?’ Rachel asked the blonde sponsor, who nodded, acting as a silent tag team partner to allow her to slam Carol’s face into her knee as she sat demurely on the sofa. Carol crashed back to the floor, hands clutching her face as she blinked her eyes furiously, trying to gather her senses. Rachel didn’t allow her, pulling her half up, before a shove with her hip into Carol’s side rolled her on to the sofa next to the sponsor. Rachel was on her quickly, into a reverse schoolgirl pin, not quite a face sit though her ample butt more than threatened it. Immediately, her hand was inside the leg-hole of Carol’s suit from this position of strength, playing across her pussy that was barely protected from this forced sensuality by a layer of nylon and one of fishnet. Carol moaned, hips moving as she squirmed and attempted desperately to escape this awkward and compromising position. Rachel shifted her position back just a little, her ample butt starting to encroach on Carol’s mouth, a smother might have been coming, but Carol reached her hands up and around, cupping then squeezing Rachel’s breasts in the hope of a distraction. That brought a shriek of surprise from the lips of the blonde Canadian though, perhaps a surprising indication that she didn’t handle tit work well Carol realised. Whatever the reason, Carol soon found herself back off the sofa, at the behest of the blonde who looked to aim her at a bare patch of wood panelled wall with an Irish Whip. Now Carol’s wrestling shone for a moment; deftly she reversed the attempt and sent the powerful blonde, back first, to the unforgiving impact. Time short in the round, she rushed Rachel now, looking to splash her against the wall. She was met with the blonde’s boot though, straight between her breasts, knocking her back to the floor on her butt.

Carol groaned, was pulled back to her feet by the hair, and immediately hoisted into a torture rack backbreaker, bent across the shoulders of the blonde. It was a show of some power from Rachel, the North American and Canadian champion demonstrating just what she was capable of with the punishing submission hold. She was bending Carol’s body with her strength; was she also bending the will of the Wildcat as she did so? The anguished cried of pain from the brunette certainly hinted at it, although there was no admission of submission when Rachel demanded ‘give up!’

Instead, Carol’s hand found a new target, getting across Rachel’s face and raking her eyes harshly. The blonde shrieked and Carol slipped off her shoulders, landing behind her where she wasted no time in delivering a drop-kick between the shoulder blades. Rachel was catapulted forward, catching the ring apron stomach first just as the sponsor sounded the bell to end round two. Turnabout was fair play Carol reasoned, ignoring the bell just for now as she grabbed blonde hair and slammed the face of Rockin Rachel into the ring apron to daze her. Finally, Carol climbed back on to the apron and used a kick with the flat of the foot to the side of the blonde’s face now, dropping her to her knees in a daze on the outside. Now Carol re-entered the ring having laid a bit of a marker down; if Rockin Rachel wanted to brawl, then Carol was capable of holding her own at the very least!

Round three opened at the sound of the bell with a slightly groggy looking Rockin Rachel sliding beneath the bottom rope and into the ring. She rose straight into a side headlock from Carol, who flicked her hip into her side to send her up and over to a landing on the ring canvas, still in the side headlock. Carol worked it now, shifting her breasts partly into the face of the blonde, ignoring the tongue that immediately searched hungrily for her nipple through the fabric of her swimsuit, knowing she was punishing Rachel for the first time here. Of course, the blonde wasn’t to be discounted at this point though, and a surprisingly technical exchange would run through the opening part of the round. Rachel showed her flexibility first, getting her legs around Carol’s head and controlling her with a side head scissors that saw her free of the headlock. Now she flexed her legs, slapping her own thigh hard to make sure Carol felt that as it reverberated through her cheek as she writhed from side to side, seemingly in an aimless fashion.

Of course, there was nothing aimless about her movements. The writhing gave her momentum to roll to her knees while at the same time sending Rachel rolling to her belly. Her head was still trapped for now between Rachel’s legs, but a quick smack of the blonde’s ass followed by a wandering hand just inside her suit weakened the scissor hold almost imperceptibly. It was just enough for Carol to pop her head free, and gather Rachel’s legs, pressing them against her own butt as she used them as leverage to push herself up. Rachel moaned, not liking how that was testing her flexibility, before Carol dropped to the mat, releasing her legs and springing for a headlock. She’d barely converted that to a cross-face before Rachel had backed out of it in a hammerlock, trapping the brunette face down on the mat for a moment. Then she took a side headlock of her own and used it to bring Carol to her feet, all the time working her arms around the brunette’s head. No sooner were both on their feet than Carol backed Rachel to the ropes and pushed her off to the opposite side of the ring. A mistake then from Carol to set herself for a shoulder tackle at centre ring. With momentum and 35lbs on her side, that was a collision welcomed by the Canadian who simply ran Carol over as she flattened her to the mat. Straight away, Rachel hit the ropes again, perhaps coming in with momentum to deliver an elbow drop being her plan, but Carol moved with speed to shift in to her path. Carol’s drop down forced Rachel to hurdle her and hit the opposite ropes, gaining some more momentum, only for Carol to bring her down with a drop toe hold. Morning with momentum like that, Rachel landed hard, face down, and rose a little groggily only to find Carol ready with a standing drop kick to floor her once more. Finally that quick paced burst of action came to a close with Rachel rising into a side headlock once again, and flipped back to the mat, she found herself right back where round one had started for her.

Now her hands beat at the mat in frustration as she was well and truly trapped, flat on her back, as Carol took care to stay clear of her legs this time. The Singapore Wildcat worked her arms tightly; Rachel moaned loudly but laughed it off when Carol invited her ‘ go on…..submit then!’

The status quo continued with Carol in control via the headlock, slowly wearing Rachel down perhaps. Not having to avoid the pin helped the blonde at least in the submissions only contest, but the partial smother that she suffered gave her a degree of trouble. She entered the last moments of the round, still in Carol’s clutches, controlled well, before she suddenly surprised Carol by rolling her so that her shoulders were down and her ass was up in the air. A pin by any usual wrestling rules counted for nothing here; the chance to deliver a pussy whipping slap to an opponent did though, and Rachel took it without hesitation, breaking free of the hold as Carol howled in anguish. The blonde took over for the last few seconds of the round, quickly kneeling across Carol’s chest and pulling her hair so that her shin choked the brunette. No time to force a submission, but she punctuated her attack with a right hand to the face as she bell rang, and got off Carol with a stomp to the body before returning to her corner. Three rounds had seen no score so far; now it was a situation that was essentially a sudden death match. Only one submission was needed now to win it, though neither had been all that close to one so far.

Each eyed the other across the ring during the break between rounds, knowing that the match was now at the point where a mistake could be decisive. The bell rang for round four and there was a circumspect caution between them for the first time now as they circles, jousting for an opening with each landing an occasional slap to any inch of bare skin they could find. The sponsor looked on impassively at this sudden slowing in the pace; she’d expected it of course, knowing it was how she would approach such a situation. Carol kicked at Rachel; Rachel avoided it and first back with a haymaker that whistled through the air as Carol hastily avoided that. More circling, looking for that opening or mistake to allow one to attack, a minute passing, then more, still with the lack of a clear aggressor. Despite their tactical awareness, still two women such as these couldn’t stay apart for that long, they wanted to test each other. A sentiment that by the midpoint of the final round, finally led to the pace of the action picking up.

Carol blocked a haymaker from the blonde, and fired back with three short punches, two chopping into Rachel’s buxom body before the third clipped her jaw. Carol sent her into the ropes, turned to attack the rebounding blonde, and found herself floored by a flying tackle landed across her chest by the flying wrestler. Carol went to the canvas beneath Rockin Rachel, the impact winding for her, and she was peeled from it quickly by the hair. A kick to the belly followed, then with Carol doubled up, she found her head between the blonde’s thighs, arms clasped around her waist and the blonde Amazon looking for a dangerous piledriver. Carol kicked her legs, managed to drop back to the canvas, and gripped tightly around the legs of Rockin Rachel, hoping to prevent a repeat attempt. The blonde’s eyes smiled though, betraying that she had an idea; with Carol’s ass up in the air, her fingers were inside her suit, probing her womanhood as once more the thin layer of nylon and fishnet did so little to defend her from the amorous approaches of the Canadian. ‘Mmmmm!’ she whined, making it clear to Rachel that her advances were having an effect.

‘You like that, you dirty hooker!’ the Canadian announced with glee, reaching to move Carol’s suit aside further. Her fingers traced the brunette’s pussy lips now, feeling the Singapore Wildcat squirm to her touch as she moaned in pleasure once more. Was the brunette close to a potentially debilitating orgasm late in the fight, Rachel wondered. The whining noises she was making certainly made it seem that way, but Carol was faking it to a degree, despite having to admit that the blonde was becoming increasingly effective. ‘Mmmmm’ she breathed airily, followed quickly by ‘ooohhhhh!’ Rachel laughed ‘kinky little bitch….HEY!’ as Carol suddenly steeled herself and escaped the predicament by back dropping Rockin Rachel to the mat.

A snap leg drop across the chest followed from Carol and she hastily converted it to a tight figure four head scissors, using the blonde’s hair to hold her head in place until her thick thighs had snapped closed tightly. Immediately, Carol sent a slap into the blonde’s right breast, almost a teasing blow, forcing her to cover her chest. All part of the Singapore Wildcat’s plan; with Rachel’s arms out of the way, she clamped a hand smother down over her nose and mouth. A game of cat and mouse ensued now; when Rachel tried to prise Carol’s hand-smother free, slaps would rain in on her big breasts. Defend them, and Carol would hand smother her again instead. Another slap rained down on those sensitive breasts causing a frustrated Rockin Rachel to angrily shriek ‘stop it bitch!’

Now it was Carol laughing ‘those big tits are sensitive aren’t they bitch?’ as she clamped in the hand smother again. The bell sounded; the end of four rounds without a decisive result meaning that the nude, untimed round would be needed to settle things. Carol relaxed her scissor hold just a little but then surprised her blonde foe with a vicious nipple tweak inside her suit before she turned her loose. There was a loud shriek from Rachel as Carol sauntered back to her corner, feeling more confident now. She’d fought naked before as she was sure Rachel would have done, and it didn’t worry her, though she knew she was going to have to be aware of the blonde’s probing fingers here. Rachel made her way back to her corner too, and all too soon, there were two swimsuits, one black and one white, draped across the top ropes. Boots were removed to allow tights to be removed by each, then finally, two pairs of wrestling boots went back on and were laced up. Now the two eyed each other in the final moments of calm before the storm that would ultimately settle things; both sported neatly trimmed but impressive bushes. Both women were curvaceous, strong women too, they were not models, but real women with a penchant for tough adult wrestling.

‘Seconds out, final round’ the sponsor said now, ringing the bell from her seat on the sofa watching them, and the final session of the fight started. Now there would be a result, a decisive admittance of defeat one way or the other before the action would stop. Caution then might have seemed to be the order of the day, but that was anything but what ensued. Rachel exploded from her corner at the sound of the bell as did Carol only to be taken to the mat by a Thesz Press from the flying blonde hellcat. Two right hands followed to the side of the head, forcing Carol’s arms up in defence. Rachel saw that and continued the momentum of Carol’s arms to instead push them to the mat above her head. Then the blonde sprang forward for the face sit, only to find Carol’s perfectly timed bridge rolling her off to the mat. The brunette rolled quickly to her knees and caught Rachel on hers with an elbow around the back of the head, then got her up by the hair, taking her back to the ropes and a choke across the top strand for the moment before yanking back on the rope to send Rockin Rachel sprawling out to centre ring. Carol turned her back to the ropes now, and sprung off them to gather momentum for a low drop kick that unfortunately for her, missed the target when Rachel dodged out of the way.

Carol landed heavily with the impact sending shock-waves of jiggles through her body, and Rachel took the ascendancy, turning her to her front before crossing the brunette’s legs in a figure four, pressing her feet to her butt before pulling on her hair to arch her back painfully. ‘Bitch!’ Carol hissed through gritted teeth, feeling the pressure in her legs and back as the big blonde worked her for a moment. ‘Submit then’ Rachel told her flatly, not waiting for an answer as she slipped her fingers between Carol’s legs from behind and started to work away inside her, slowly and sensually finger fucking her. ‘Mmmmmmm’ Carol whined, seemingly a little absent minded already due to this treatment from Rachel. ‘That’s right slut…..cum for Rachel’ the blonde told her, smirking as she did so. The brunette Wildcat was in trouble; Rachel had her rocking and moaning along in time with the work of her fingers, while a wrench on her hair caused extra pain to her back and her scalp. Her fingers clawed at the canvas, as she tried to resist the engulfing waves of alternate pain and pleasure for the moment as Rachel leaned into her legs and enjoyed fingering her. It took a monumental effort from Carol to suddenly straighten her legs and force this amazon off her. The hold had taken it’s toll it seemed, Carol just struggling to all fours before a heavy stomp to the middle of the back flattened her. Standing over the brunette, Rachel measured her for an elbow drop now, right around the lower back again, causing Carol to cry out as most of Rachel’s 200 plus pounds were driven through the point of her elbow.

The blonde amazon looked confident; things were going her way, and she would take it to the outside to finish things off, giving the sponsor a close up of the action she decided. A handful of hair lifted Carol off the mat and allowed Rachel to drag her towards the ring ropes. There was a knee lift to the body, then a handful of hair, one of her ass, and a clever use of her hip was enough to bundle Carol through the ropes to the floor. It was the second such landing the Wildcat had taken in the bout and her moans of pain suggested it had felt no better to her second time around. Rachel slipped through the ropes to the apron now and waited there, poised for Carol to rise slowly, so that she might deliver a double axe handle to the top of the head. Carole tottered on her feet, wheeled round and Rachel sprung for her, feeling for all the world like the Wildcat was dead in her sights. Instead the brunette stepped towards her slightly, ruining her aim, and slugged the blonde in the belly with a right hand. Winded, Rachel staggered a couple of steps, clutching her stomach and doubling forward to present Carol a target for a running knee lift to the blonde’s big breasts.

There was no doubt that blow was a real tit buster as it sent Rachel to the floor, flat on her back, but Carol wanted her back up quickly so that she could lift and slam the blonde, showing impressive power. Then she went back to the hair, thinking that she had Rockin Rachel on the run, and paid for it as her eyes went wide with shock when Rachel buried her fist in her stomach as she rose. Carol was shocked, literally rocked to the core, as Rachel aimed her at that bare piece of wood panelled wall with an Irish Whip, and she was frozen in place as the blonde came in to passionately lip lock her against the wall for a moment. It was a show of erotic domination from the blonde who was about to get vicious in showing some physical domination as well now. Her knee was grinding sensually in Carol’s crotch, causing the brunette to whine airily, then suddenly howl as a knee lift broke off the passionate lip lock abruptly. Now there was a flurry of punches, delivered to body and breasts with an intensity and fury by Rockin Rachel that saw Carol slide down the wall to a seated position. Her face showed a look of utter exhaustion and defeat; her eyes though still showed the steely will of a tough woman who knew she might just get one more shot to turn things around.

Rockin Rachel planted her left foot in Carol’s throat, choking her there against the wall, and turned to address the sponsor. ‘I’ll make this bitch submit over my shoulders, then you can have your fun with her. Just remember you’re next though!’ she smiled. Then her smile turned into an ‘O’ as Carol’s knuckles connected flush with her crotch and the victory that had seemed at hand for her, receded rapidly into the distance when she crashed to the floor. She was in front of Carol, and the brunette Wildcat was able to deliver a push kick to the face with the sole of her white wrestling boot, a move dripping with disdain, to complete Rachel’s journey to the floor.

She wasn’t down on the floor for long now either; Carol steeled herself and got up, snatching a handful of the blonde’s tresses as she did so. Slowly she was able to force Rockin Rachel to her feet, before using a shuddering forearm smash to her breasts to rock her back to the wall. Now it was Carol swarming forward, pressing her curves into those of her opponent, grinding against her as she rook a firm handful of hair before imparting her own liplock on the blonde now. Rachel was the one rocking now for sure, practically marching on the spot, arm turning lazy but futile windmills as she felt herself overwhelmed by the World Champion Wildcat. Carol’s knee was at her crotch now, grinding there firmly but sensually as she asked her ‘I thought you liked kissing me?’ before jerking her knee into Rachel’s crotch in revenge for her earlier similar move. ‘Aiiieee!’ the blonde brawler moaned, seemingly destined to drop to her knees, only to be denied by Carol’s grip of her hair. A stinging rebuke came in the form of a slap across the face now from Carol, the sound clear in the largely empty room as she started to lead Rachel by the hair in the direction of where the sponsor sat.

Carol hadn’t forgotten the previous use of the sponsors knee by Rockin Rachel, and she intended to do similarly as she asked the glamorous blonde ‘do you mind?’

The sponsor indicated it was fine, and moved her knee into position showing she understood the assignment and wasn’t going to favour one wrestler over the other. Carol waist-locked Rachel from behind and dropped her legs astride the sponsors outstretched leg in a modified double team pussy pounding atomic drop. Rachel howled before Carol used her blonde hair from behind to pull her roughly off the sponsors knee to the floor for the last time. ‘Thank you’ Carol politely told the sponsor as she moved to deliver the coup de grace now. She had Rachel flat out on her belly and she got her feet on to the back of each thigh, as she looked to be going for the ceiling hold to finish her. Indeed, she secured both arms and rocked a couple of times to gain the momentum to do it, but as she started to bring Rachel up into position, her intent suddenly crystallised. She released the arms, used her boots to pin Rachel’s lower legs to the floor, then she waited for gravity to do the rest. Rachel fought it for a moment, but as Carol waited, her body slowly came into her grasp. Back to the floor, the Singapore Wildcat took the modified dragon sleeper, her right arm snug around the throat of the painfully positioned Canadian blonde.

Immediately her left hand worked the blonde’s nipples furiously, something Carol had noted earlier to be a weakness for Rockin Rachel. She was rewarded almost immediately by a high pitched shriek then a moan of pleasure from the blonde. ‘Mmmmm…..that’s right. Now you cum baby’ Carol purred, flicking her tongue at Rockin Rachel’s earlobe. She was rewarded by a deep shudder from the blonde now, and Carol knew that she had her woman. The key was to keep the sleeper tight enough to make her a little light headed and heighten the pleasure she clearly felt from the nipple work. Time it right, and she might be rewarded with an orgasm straight into a knockout; she worked the nipple furiously now, knowing it was that which got to Rockin Rachel more than anything. ‘Ooooohhhhh…….MMMMFFFF!’ the blonde moaned loudly now, an increasing desperation in her voice as she protested ‘please stop!’

‘Are you sure you want me to?’ Carol breathed in the blonde’s ear and then she nipped at her earlobe with her teeth. It was like she’d opened the floodgates that had been holding back Rachel’s orgasm. The blonde shrieked loudly, continued to whine, and squirted in orgasm there on the floor. ‘Night night, kinky bitch!’ Carol laughed now, tightening the sleeper and Rockin Rachel gagged for air. The needle on her reserves was flickering dangerously close to empty as she still felt the after glow of the orgasm almost paralysing her. Just as Carol had planned! She cranked the hold once more, and Rachel was tapping furiously on her arm for just a moment before she grew still and Carol released her, pushing her to her side, knowing she had overcome a tough woman to win here today.

‘Carol...Carol….You are the winner of the tournament!’ the sponsor said now, rising from the sofa to cross the short distance to the fireplace where the diamond encrusted championship belt was waiting for her. She crossed the room, clutching the glittering trinket as Carol slowly made her way to her feet. ‘Congratulations!’ the sponsor said to her now, going behind her to strap the belt around her waist so that it adorned her otherwise naked body that almost glowed in the fire light due to the light sheen of sweat on it. ‘The belt is yours to keep, but I hope you accept my challenge to fight in private soon?’ she asked Carol as she walked back round to face her. She was Carol’s height, maybe ten to fifteen pounds lighter, but moved with a grace and ease that suggested she was an athletic and fit woman.

‘I do, and I look forward to fighting you’ Carol smiled at her. ‘I assume from your confident challenge, you are a woman who has been in the ring before?’ she asked the blonde.

‘You may assume so’ the sponsor smiled in return. ‘Back in the early days of adult professional wrestling. I want to take you back to that era when we fight. I’ll have my people send you details soon so that you’re prepared’ she told Carol, before she stepped in and kissed the Singapore Wildcat. Not a lip lock as was applied in the ring earlier, seeking dominance, this was slow, sensual and gentle, a kiss between two equals, a moment to be shared and savoured. Soon enough they would be getting more competitive with each other.

Now the kiss was broken, neither feeling the slightest unease in the other’s presence, knowing that soon they’d be getting more intimate in the ring.

‘Help me get this big bitch in the ring would you Carol?’ the sponsor asked now, explaining ‘I like to do my fucking in there!’

‘Sure’ Carol said, the hint of arousal just running through her body. It was clear there match, when it came, would be one packed with sexual tension. Each grabbed on arm and helped the groggy blonde up so that they might lead her to the ring where they rolled her under the bottom rope. There was one last kiss between Carol and the sponsor for now, a fleeting meeting of their lips before Carol left, leaving the glamorous blonde wanting more.

‘Until next time Carol’ the sponsor whispered at the receding figure of the Singapore Wildcat. Then she cast her eyes hungrily to Rockin Rachel, lying in the centre of the ring, waiting for her...