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You Can’t Beat Me

By Wolfboy

Has Carol met her match in the mysterious sponsor of the tournament she won?

It had taken longer than both women felt ideal before they could meet, but finally the time had come for Carol to meet the woman who had sponsored the tournament to find who truly was the best adult wrestler in the world. Woman from a number of different fighting styles and backgrounds had competed, although Carol only knew of those that she had faced, such has been the secrecy around the tournament. Until she had reached the final, Carol had only thought she was in a series of random meetings at the behest of the woman who had sponsored her to fight. Only on winning that tournament final did Carol then learn that really the final had in effect been the final eliminator. One final contest that had earned her the prize of taking on the elegant and confident woman who had put the whole thing together. A woman who was sure of herself, and her own abilities, to want to put herself against the best adult wrestler in the world; the tournament ad ensured that outcome. And yet Carol still found she really knew nothing of the blonde benefactor of the competition. She knew little of her, other than what she had learned during the fights she had taken part in. The blonde enjoyed the matches and usually had her way, roughly, with the losers. She was sure that would be the case should she lose tonight’ she accepted that and relished the challenge.

Everything felt a little different about the challenge today though. For one thing, she knew her opponent this time around, even if she knew so little of her ability as a wrestler. She knew of her confidence and of her assured nature as a woman, knowing that could be challenge enough sometimes in the field of adult professional wrestling. She knew the sponsor might be a few years older than her, that she was a little lighter, but also that none of those things were going to be relevant in a wrestling match where so many factors could come in to play.

The location was different too for tonight’s showdown. Where all of the other matches had taken place in private residences around the world, this was taking place at one of the properties belonging to the businesses of the sponsor. A warehouse to all intents and purposes, situated on the docks in Shanghai, an unremarkable, working building, with no real distinguishing features. Even as Carol had entered through the front of the warehouse with her driver and now guise directing her, all she’d seen at first was a normal working warehouse. It was only when she’d gone through a locked side door that things had started to look different. That had led to a small and largely unremarkable reception area, almost entirely furnished in white, and two doors that led off it. On the right, Carol would have found the entrance to a suite of offices from which the warehouse’s day to day operations were in.

The door on the left took Carol into something that was much more her wheelhouse; a wrestling arena, in miniature admittedly, but one that was well designed. The walls were black, but embossed with images of red dragons that almost stood out three dimensionally around the matte pained walls. At the centre of the room, below where Carol and her guide had entered was a wrestling ring. Small, it was the compact size of an old British professional wrestling ring with black canvas and turnbuckle pads, all covered with the image of the Red Dragon again, along with a pain black ring skirt and bright red ring ropes to contain the action. If they failed to do so, outside the ring were plain black mats, covering an area between the ring and some sturdy looking barriers. Most impressive perhaps to Carol was that each side of the ring had four rows of steeply tiered seating. And through those tows of seating ran one walkway on each side of the ring, leading down to the ring from a door behind the last row of seating.

‘Impressive’ Carol said out loud, taking in the venue for the first time. ‘Like a mini arena’ she said out loud.

‘She calls it the Dragon’s Crucible’ the guide explained to Carol. ‘Occasionally she runs a show from here, be it wrestling or catfighting. And very occasionally she has a match for herself here too’ he explained further. ‘Like tonight it seems. Well this will be very private I think. There’s a changing room up here for you’ the guide pointed out, going on ‘she’ll be in the opposite one. I think match time is set for half an hour from now, at which point, the dressing room door will open and you should make your way down to the ring. There will be a ring announcer today, and she will be the only spectator to your match’ he explained, pressing the button outside the door to open the sliding door and allow Carol to enter. She did so without a moment’s thought, knowing she faced no danger for doing so. That would come in the ring later on, where she had the difficult task of facing a largely unknown opponent.

Carol stripped naked almost as soon as she entered the room, preferring today to warm up for the match stark naked in the gym area that was at one end of the spacious changing room. She was aware that on the opposite side of the arena, the sponsor was likely going through this same process in her own way. Satisfied she felt ready, Carol went into the bag she had brought with her, containing her wrestling gear. Of course, first to go on were a pair of shimmering tights in a pale suntan colour, sheer to the waist, and the perfect base for any wrestling attire as they adorned her thick, powerful legs. Her one piece swimsuit based gear went on next, a cheetah print version, thong backed, plunging at the neck and with the area from armpit to hip on each side slashed to show the skin beneath it. Finally she put on her favoured wrestling boots, black over the knee to almost thigh length, trimmed with a band of cheetah print fabric around the top of each boot. She checked her hair and makeup, decided that both were just right for her outfit, and then she waited, pacing the floor of the dressing room as she was keen to start, but not anxious; she wanted to make sure she stayed loose. Now, she knew, time would seem to stand still before the door would open and she would soon feel the adrenaline packed thrill of woman to woman combat.

The opening of the door went almost unnoticed by Carol when it came, such was the smoothness of it’s mechanism. Instead it was a barely perceptible change in the air pressure in the room that drew her attention to it. Immediately it was clear to her that she was going to step out into a different feeling arena. The lights were dimmed, the fog of dry ice filled that darkness, illuminated where spotlights flooded them with their brightness as red lights traced across the arena. So it was set up like a true show Carol realised, liking the style of her opponent now. She could afford to think of her as nothing else by this stage. The amount of red in the décor of the arena popped into her head now incongruously; why was everything red when she’d only ever seen the sponsor wear blue? That thought left her mind almost immediately though. She picked up the World Adult Professional Wrestling championship belt and made her way out of the door and down the steep stairs between the empty ranks of seats, faintly aware that there was a figure doing the same thing on the opposite side of the arena to her. The haze of the arena, driven by that dry ice made it tough for her to see much though, and in a few short strides, the Singapore Wildcat was at a gap in the barriers, striding quickly across the ringside mats before rolling into the ring beneath the bottom rope.

There, just as the guide had said, was a female ring announcer, short and blonde, wearing a black suit with just a hint of red on the lapels, and the logo of the Red Dragon picked out on the pocket over her left breast. From the opposite side of the ring, Carol was joined in the ring by her opponent, the sponsor, albeit the woman was completely different in appearance to how Carol had previously seen her. Only the fact that she could see her blue eyes dancing with mischief behind a red Luchadora mask confirmed to Carol that it really was one and the same woman. She was stripped down to fight for one thing, but the changes were more than just that. She was tightly toned, an athletic hard body but with curves still in the right places. She wore red, on what little of her body was covered anyway. Most strikingly, her blonde hair, well, it wasn’t blonde any more! Now it was jet black and straight, to the middle of her back. ‘Carol! We finally meet!’ she called across the small expanse of ring canvas between them. Even her voice was different, a kind of slight Australian accent to it now. Even as she called back ‘at last!’ in reply, Carol was struggling to try and clear up in the picture in her mind. A picture that suggested to her that the sponsor, whose name she admitted she didn’t know, and whose appearance had always been that of a blonde woman with a Mid-Atlantic accent was now a jet haired Australian it seemed. A Red Dragon at that, a woman or a group of women, all sounding Australian who had been the scourge of the early adult pro scene especially here in the east, just as the Red Devil had been to Europe for a time. There had always been speculation that more than one woman had filled the role, hiding behind the red mask. The ante had been raised a notch, maybe two. If the sponsor truly was the Red Dragon, even just a Red Dragon, then it was a champion of the highest order that she would face tonight. So many question to ask, so many answers that she needed, all swimming in her head, and no time to ask any of them before the ring announcer cleared her throat and spoke.

‘My lords, ladies and gentlemen, this is a ladies adult professional wrestling contest scheduled for one fall with no time limit’ she began, addressing precisely nobody in the arena. ‘It may only be won via a submission as there is no referee. It is no holds barred and the submission will count anywhere in the confines of the arena. First allow me to introduce, in cheetah print with the black boots, she stands 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighs in today at 172lbs and measures a curvaceous 38DD-29-42. She is the World Adult Professional wrestling champion, CAROL, THE SINGAPORE WILDCAT! And her opponent this evening all in red, she stands 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighs in today at 154lbs and measures a stunning 36D-26-38. She is the former, undefeated, all Asia Adult Professional Wrestling champion, and a two time former World Adult Professional wrestling champion, known only as THE RED DRAGON!’

So it was true, and as the announcer vacated the ring and headed to a seat at ringside where she would be the only spectator to this epic challenge between champions, Carol had little time to process the facts. In truth, she’d seen little of the vaunted Red Dragon in action, the era dictating that there was just less footage of her matches than was readily available these days. Of course, she knew the stories, the tales around the locker rooms that said the Red Dragon was a catfighting and wrestling machine, capable of beating a woman in a multitude of styles. Then the bell rang, and Carol’s mind focussed in on the match as they both moved out of their corners to circle for a moment. Red Dragon moved lightly on her feet, encased in red patent wrestling boots that, like Carol’s, came over her knee. Red fence net tights covered her thighs, tanned and toned as they were. She wore a red bikini to all intents and purposes, thong bottom and a simple triangle top, although a closer inspection would have shown it to be a one piece outfit technically with two nude mesh panels attaching top to bottom as they hugged the Red Dragon’s curves. And of course, there was the red Luchadora mask, her straight jet black hair protruding from it freely, blue eyes dancing as they tracked Carol’s movements while they circled.

A test of strength came immediately then, a collar and elbow tie up, each straining fairly to try and move the other woman back. Although Carol was the heavier set of the two women, she gained no real edge, just about moving the Red Dragon back a pace before the scarlet clad woman shrugged her off. The two circled again, once more looking for the test of the collar and elbow tie up, and the physical test of trying to move the other woman before Carol surprised Red Dragon, transitioning smoothly to a top wrist lock There was no emotion or exclamation of pain from The Red Dragon at being trapped in that way, just a stoic determination before she demonstrated her own power, slowly reversing the situation until the top wrist lock was now applied to The Wildcat. Now the pace lifted for a moment, Red Dragon shifting to take a side headlock, and quickly she took a forearm shot to the ribs as Carol backed her to the ropes and fired her off. A contest of size versus momentum then took place as the two met in a shoulder tackle at centre ring. Neither woman gave an inch on impact though, and stood almost breast to breast eyeing the other for a moment. The Dragon struck first again now, an eye rake to make Carol protest and an immediate body slam, planting Carol at centre ring with authority, her power clearly evident. Confidently, she followed up, or at least tried to, Carol’s legs pushed up into her body as she loomed over her enough to push her back to the mat herself though. Now Carol took a momentary initiative, trapping Red Dragon as she rose in a front headlock, and hooking the waist band of that red thong, she was able to muscle the surprised masked grappler over in a vertical suplex.

Now Red Dragon was the one sent to the canvas with authority, the early pace and exchange of moves seeming to have worked through in Carol’s favour. As she moved in though, Red Dragon quickly swept her legs out with a swipe of her arm, and Carol crashed to the mat. Both rolled apart now, back to their feet and a further moment of circling, perhaps each trying to assess what they’d been able to establish of the other so far. ‘Impressive’ Carol allowed, going on ‘should I call you Dragon or Ms Dragon?’

‘Not bad yourself Carol’ Red Dragon allowed in her Australian accent. ‘You may call me either….’ she suggested.

The circling continued for a moment longer, then Carol shot in to try a single leg take down on the Red Dragon; a mistake though! Red Dragon shifted her hips back quickly, the movement in her centre of balance enough to thwart Carol’s defence and the Singapore Wildcat found herself on the mat in front of the Red Dragon. An uncharacteristic error, and Carol groaned as the masked woman clubbed her with a heavy forearm smash across the shoulders. Carol flattened to the ring canvas for a moment, made her way just about back towards all fours, and was immediately flattened again by a cruel stomp to the back of the head by the flat of Red Dragon’s boot. That was a dizzying blow, though in a slightly detached way , Carol realised some of what she knew about Red Dragon was true at least. She was a cruel and uncompromising fighter when she was on top. That came in to focus as Red Dragon took Carol’s hair, using it to hold her head against the patent red leather boot, raising her foot and stomping it to the canvas. Of course that merely allowed the impact to dissipate through her leg into Carol’s jaw, and the Singapore Wildcat looked just a little more dazed as she kneeled on the canvas now. She wasn’t looking at the Red Dragon though, not just now, before the scarlet clad fighter had quickly moved behind her. A forearm smash high across the shoulders followed, then an elbow, the point of it driven into Carol’s right shoulder as the Dragon dropped to her knees behind her. The Wildcat cried out, feeling the searing pain, a sense of numbness running through her arm from the punishing blow with the elbow.

Red Dragon wanted Carol to her feet now, a chance to keep the early onslaught up, even to increase the intensity of it while she had the bigger woman stunned a little. Carol was almost compliant as she got her up and pushed her back to the corner with a shove to the chest, following in almost casually. Carol tried to strike back, aiming a kick to the body, but just now, Red Dragon was a step ahead of her, parrying Carol’s kick before striking with one of her own, a fast snap out of the foot to punish The Wildcat for her error in failing with her own kick. The complex and misdirectional way of Red Dragon’s attacks was revealed now for the first time in the match as she hooked Carol’s right foot on to the middle rope, her leg bent awkwardly. Carol, tensed, fearing an attack to the exposed and stressed limb; instead Red Dragon lashed a venomous chop across Carol’s breasts and followed that with a short right hand to the body. Carol was afforded no time to think, no time to recover, instead finding herself sent into the opposite corner and meeting with the unforgiving turnbuckles via a powerful Irish Whip. Taking the bump back first, Carol came out of the corner only to meet Red Dragon who used another Irish Whip to send her back to the original corner with an equal, if not greater, force. This time Carol hit hard and stayed there while Red Dragon showed her speed to rush in and jump up with her feet on the thighs of the ailing brunette. Of course it was the set up for the monkey flip, with Carol intended to be the recipient of the heavy landing out at the centre of the small ring. Instinct took grip for Carol though as she struggled to find her footing in the match, and she made sure to grasp the top ropes tightly, making sure it was now Red Dragon who seemed a little less sure of her footing, her red boots slipping as she fell to her back heavily, at Carol’s feet.

Immediately, Carol made her pay for the error, launching herself from the corner and turning her body even as she took flight so that she landed across Red Dragon in a big splash. The body to body landing was telling from Carol, winding Red Dragon and giving her a semblance of control as she went to the jet black hair flowing from the back of the scarlet mask and immediately brought her up to her feet. Pushing Red Dragon back into the corner, Carol lashed a chop across her breasts, testing the ability of her skimpy outfit to contain her. The outfit won that battle for now, but Red Dragon was rocked when a follow up punch from Carol caught her straight between the eyes, and the current world champion started to take control over one of her predecessors. A second chop went in, then Carol grabbed her arm as if to Irish Whip her to the opposite corner of the ring. Instead, she kept her grip of the jet haired wrestler’s arm and reversed her back towards the corner that she’d just left with a short posting that Red Dragon felt before she staggered out of the corner. Carol simply chopped her down then as she stepped in with a clothesline straight across the chest, and Red Dragon was knocked to the mat, flat on her back.

The action was confined to a tight area near the corner of the ring just now, and Carol simply leaned back into the ropes before dropping her shin, clad in the black leather of her boot, across the chest of Red Dragon. That was a heavy enough impact, making her body jerk up from the mat a little; Carol kept her shin in place, used the hair to raise Red Dragon’s head just a little, and punched her straight between the eyes. Carol knew the pedigree of the Red Dragon name in adult professional wrestling, if the sponsor claimed such a moniker, then she also knew that she needed to treat her with the utmost respect. She pulled her from the canvas again now, once more utilising the hair before sweeping her up into a bearhug, arms tightly wrapped around the well toned, lithe body of the masked woman who groaned at feeling Carol’s power. Her arms came up, as if to go to her own head in pain perhaps, but then she diverted them to sink into Carol’s brunette locks, forcing Carol’s head back. The Wildcat moaned lightly at this development, but she could take it for now, working her bearhug tighter, squeezing Red Devil harder. Then the masked woman’s own hands did go to her own head as the pain just threatened to engulf her for the moment. She was a tough woman though, whether she’d been in the ring regularly in recent times or not. She clapped both arms around Carol’s ears quickly, and set the Wildcat’s ears ringing; Carol was staggered a little but not enough that she didn’t spot the Red Dragon loading up a repeat dose. Without hesitation, Carol dropped her on to an outstretched leg, a pussy pounding atomic drop that saw Red Dragon’s eyes roll back in their sockets for a moment, such was the sudden intense pain she felt. Frozen in place as her body computed that, she presented an easy target for Carol to chop down to the canvas with a stinging chop across her breasts.

‘You’ve lost a step!’ Carol remarked as she peeled Red Dragon up from the canvas by the hair. It was, she felt, a statement of fact as much as a taunt. Well, she would go after Red Dragon just like any other woman, with the intention to soften her up for the dragon sleeper, realising the appropriate name of the move for today’s opponent. She grabbed the back of Dragon’s head, using more than a hint of hair, grabbed the back of her thong, spun her around, and threw her at the corner so she went between top and middle turnbuckles to impact the metal post behind them with her shoulder. There was a loud shout of pain, and no little surprise, at that impact from Red Dragon, and she stayed between the turnbuckles for the moment, bent over with her butt presenting an inviting target that Carol simply couldn’t ignore. She cracked a smack off it, the thong back of Red Dragon’s outfit ensuring her hand caught plenty of skin as it landed. The girlish yelp from Red Dragon made Carol smile; she though that she recognised it as the kind of sound made by a woman whose confidence had been dented by a superior wrestler. Then moments later she found that might not be the case at all as she pulled Red Dragon from between the ropes and found an elbow buried in her stomach by the masked woman. A sharp blow, it forced Carol back and allowed Red Dragon to turn to face her. Both women looked to go straight on the attack now, with Carol looking for a forearm smash to the breasts but Red Dragon went with a kick to the belly, her long legs moving fast to strike home and leave Carol’s forearm smash coming up short.

Carol was doubled forward for a moment, and Red Dragon delivered a jumping elbow smash high to the back of Carol’s neck, dropping the Wildcat to her knees, buying her time to work her shoulder around and ease the effect of the impact with the post. It would lead to a fiercely competitive, high paced, spell of fighting now.

Red Dragon pulled Carol up by the hair and never relinquished the grip as she delivered two flying hair mares, settling in behind Carol on her knees after the second one, and hastily taking a sleeper hold. Carol defended it, chin tucked in as she tried to turn into the hold while forcing her way to the feet. An elbow to Red Dragon’s body eased the hold allowing Carol to shove her off into the nearby ropes, and this time the Wildcat was the one who won the shoulder to shoulder collision, and Red Dragon went to the canvas on her back. Carol hit the ropes, looking for a leg drop as she returned, knowing her thick legs to be weapons when used that way. Unfortunately for her, Red Dragon knew it too, and rolled clear as Carol took off for the move, and the Wildcat landed on nothing but mat. IN a seated position, Carol was caught at quickly by the lithe athleticism of the older woman who moved in to position to trap Carol in a reverse head scissors, her hands pressed to the canvas to support her attack. Her thighs, Carol realised almost immediately, tensed with the strength of iron around her head, punishing Carol whose nose was almost up Red Dragon’s ass, such was the tightness of the hold. She groaned loudly, hearing the sound of her own blood pumping in her ears as the masked woman squeezed her, but Red Dragon was vulnerable in this position too. Carol broke the hold by punching up into and then clawing her stomach, meaning Red Dragon was forced to go flat to the mat. From that position, her scissors lost power and Carol was able to break it, hastily trying to trap Red Dragon’s legs against her butt in a figure four. The scarlet clad woman moved quickly though, rolling to her back and with Carol still holding her legs, she drew them in towards her, pulling Carol in. Then she straightened them, pushed Carol up and into the ropes and was ready on the rebound, legs raised to monkey flip her to a heavy landing at centre ring.

Carol looked a sitting duck for an elbow drop, aimed at her breasts by the Red Dragon, only to roll clear at the very last second and snag a fistful of jet black hair smoothly so that it was she who controlled the rise of both women back to their feet. Immediately she did that, Carol launched a European style uppercut to the jaw of the Red Dragon, seeming to rock the jet haired woman to her very core. When Carol tried to lift her though, perhaps looking to set up a shoulder breaker as she hoped to build towards her dragon sleeper, Red Dragon slipped out over her shoulder. Behind Carol, she wasted no time to deliver a drop kick to the back, and already close to the ropes, Carol spilled out of the ring between top and middle rope, grabbing hold of the middle strand as she landed on her back on the apron. Her respite in avoiding the fall to the pretty well padded floor at ringside was short lived though. As she tried to catch her breath, Red Dragon was already into the opposite ropes, rebounding with speed to nail Carol with a baseball slide drop-kick, and the Singapore Wildcat found herself shot off the apron to the floor. Now Carol moaned, winded as she was from that drop, and Red Dragon showed her athleticism, grabbing the top rope and using it as she jumped over it to the apron on the outside. Carol barely computed that the scarlet clad wrestler was poised above her on the edge of the apron before she dived off it and delivered a text book frog splash, the landing really knocking the stuffing out of the Singapore Wildcat.

The Red Dragon herself felt the impact too, and she lay across Carol for a moment, a cross pin position enabled her to get her fingers inside Carol’s suit for the first time, searching her pussy out for some finger fucking. Effectively too, delivered with an expert touch that had the Wildcat purring like an altogether more domesticated kitty cat as her fingers found their mark. Carol squirmed, with the urgency of a woman that felt she needed to get away from this expert attack from the Red Dragon. At the same time though, her moans were those of sheer unadulterated pleasure; my God, this women knew what she was doing Carol though to herself, knowing the Red Dragon would make her cum, and quickly at that if she couldn’t get free.

That thought occurred to Red Dragon too, her mind working overtime behind that scarlet mask. She could make Carol cum here and now, but she much preferred to have an opponent on edge; instead the Red Dragon stunned Carol with a back elbow to the jaw, stunning her as she lay flat for a moment before a hand in her hair guided her back to her feet. A chop slashed across the heaving breasts of the Wildcat now, sending her reeling towards the edge of the ring apron. She fought back, her instincts telling her to do so, with a chop of her own across the breasts of the masked woman now, but the Red Dragon was on a bit of a roll, shrugging It off and raking Carol’s eyes. As the Wildcat shrieked in anguish, she felt rather than saw the hand that snagged her hair to turn her and introduce her face to the ring apron now. Carol was stunned, and the Red Dragon allowed her to turn at her own speed, into her waiting arms to scoop and body slam the cheetah print clad world champion. Delivered on the outside of the ring on to the thin mats there, this was an unforgiving impact for Carol to take, and she groaned loudly while the scarlet clad grappler dropped to her knees next to her. Once more her fingers explored Carol’s body, one going to her womanhood to finger fuck her again, the other inside the top of the cheetah print suit to tweak her nipples sensually.

‘Mmmmmm…..ooohhhhh, you bitch!’ Carol moaned, her voice one of anguish tinged with the pleasure that this woman’s fingers had brought to her again.

‘Come now Carol…..I’m not that bad’ Red Dragon taunted, and then she delivered a short headbutt to the stomach to make Carol groan loudly in a different way again. Impressively, Red Dragon had Carol off her game now on the outside of the ring, to the point that the World Champion almost wanted the release of the orgasm that Red Dragon would deny her for as long as possible. She grabbed Carol roughly by the hair, pulled her half of the way up to a seated position, and locked lips with her for a moment, a forceful kiss laden with passion to take Carol’s breath away even as her fingers went to her own crotch, looking for the orgasm. ‘Naughty bitch’ she was admonished by Red Dragon though as she peeled her off the mats outside the ring. Waist locking Carol, she ran her back hard to the edge of the ring apron, a collision with a hard edge of the ring making Carol’s back arch as she cried out ‘AAAGGGHHHHH!’

Red Dragon was a swarm, all over Carol who at this point could simply find no answer. Again a chop slashed across the breasts of the Wildcat, delivered with a stinging intensity by the masked woman. It was followed by a short right hand to the nose and then a short headbutt as Red Dragon held Carol’s hair to keep her in place for it. ‘Now you’re red too!’ Red Dragon laughed, noting she’d started a trickle of blood from the nose of the World Champion. ‘I always knew you new wrestlers couldn’t have taken it back in the day-UUUUFFFGGHHH!’ Red Dragon moaned suddenly as Carol tried to rally, a right hand to the body followed quickly by a forearm smash to the chest. Just as it looked like she had the jet haired woman reeling though, Red Dragon ducked under a running clothesline and snagged Carol’s brunette locks to take her down in the most rudimentary of hair held neck breakers. Ripped to the thin mats harshly, Carol was winded again, and the Red Dragon was all over her, pulling her back up and into a position where Carol feared a back suplex could be used to really punish her. On instinct, she put a hand across the back of her head, and she paid for misjudging Red Dragon’s intent. Instead of dropping her to those thin mats again, Red Dragon punished her with the cruellest of atomic drops, one leg either side of the security railing around the ring side area.

Carol no longer moaned or groaned in pain; this cruel atomic drop was a true crotch crusher and she screamed loudly in pain. Red Dragon showed her no sympathy though now. She sensed a match there to be won now, such was the trouble Carol was in, and she set about trying to chop her down, quite literally, from the railing. One chop lashed into Carol’s breasts, then another and another until the fourth once to land saw her toppled back to the thin mats in a heavy and untidy landing.

‘You’re mine now Wildcat!’ Red Dragon warned as she forced Carol half way up and then raked her eyes with the laces of her red boots. With Carol disoriented, she stayed on all fours and stationery for a moment too long, found herself caught with a heavy flat footed push kick to the head, Wheeled back to the canvas on her back, Carol was seeing stars courtesy of Red Dragon, but she was getting no break from her either as she used the hair and the cheetah print suit to get her back up and into the ring now, rolling Carol under the bottom rope. Now Red Dragon showed a degree of her acrobatic daredevil style. As Carol lay face down on the mat, Red Dragon grabbed the top rope and produced a flawless somersaulting leg drop, flipping over the top rope and dropping her thigh across the back of Carol’s head. For a wrestler who was already stunned it was another impact to keep the stars dancing wildly in her mind. A mind that screamed at her to fight, even as her body came up short on that deal. A right hand went to Red Dragon’s body as the masked woman peeled her off the canvas, but it was shrugged off with disdain almost as Red Dragon lifted the bigger woman on to her shoulder. ‘I thought you’d be better than this Wildcat’ she told Carol, then took three paces at speed and planted Carol to the canvas with a running powerslam.

The fight was slowly draining from Carol at the hands of Red Dragon now, and she had little left to do anything about it as she crawled towards the ring ropes. That in itself was a mistake by the Wildcat, as Red Dragon crashed into her from behind, pressing her into the ropes to choke her on them for a moment while her hands searched for the chance to ease her top down. With her body doing the job of pressing Carol on to the choking ropes, it left her thumb and forefinger free on each hand to pinch and twist Carol’s stiff nipples. ‘Mmmmmm…..naughty Wildcat!’ Red Dragon mocked as she enjoyed Carol’s exasperated moans and groans. She had the World Champion in the deepest trouble and now she would put her away with a submission move of exquisite style.

It began with Carol forced off the ropes, pulled to her feet and then lifted by Red Dragon to drop her to the mat in a side slam. Carol groaned, and found herself positioned on her knees on the mat, before a kick across the back pitched her forward. Now Red Dragon grabbed Carol’s hands, feeding them back between her own legs, and making the brunette clasp her own ankles. The Paradise lock was on, but it was far from the end of the punishment for Carol. In fact it was merely the beginning as the masked wrestler sat astride her back, facing towards Carol’s ass while her powerful legs trapped the Wildcat in a head scissors of exceptional tightness. Only now did the Red Dragon’s hands find their target, as Carol groaned loudly at the power of the scissor hold, they went to Carol’s pussy, fingers inside her cheetah print suit to finger fuck her again.

‘Ooooohhhhh…...mmmmmm…….please…..’ Carol whined airily.

‘Don’t beg Carol, its unbecoming of a champion!’ Red Dragon chastised her, tightening the scissor hold further, it’s choking grasp just helping to punish Carol towards the inevitable. Just as Carol herself would use the dragon sleeper to make an opponent light-headed, then force them to orgasm before they passed out, Red Dragon could use her legs with the same degree of total control. Carol whined again, letting Red Dragon know she was almost done for as the finger fucking took it’s toll and quickly following the domination of the Red Dragon here. ‘Ooooohhhhh FUUCCCKK….yess…...you, ooooohhhhh…..YEESSSSS….FUUUUCCCKKKK! Carol positively howled in ecstasy as she came, her senses dulled to the fact Red Dragon had tightened the leg scissors to a vice like grip around her head and neck. The darkness crept in quickly now, before Carol could even find the wit to tap out or announce that she submitted, she was out, Red Dragon just giving her a couple of extra squeezes for good measure. Carol, The Singapore Wildcat, had been tamed, forced to cum and made to pass out by the enigmatic Red Dragon right there in the centre of this perfect private ring.

It was a surprise to Carol when she started back to consciousness a few moments later that she found herself to be totally alone in the arena. She had been sure that the Red Dragon would fuck her long and hard after such a defeat, but the scarlet clad enigma was nowhere to be seen. There was just a note on the canvas in front of Carol.

‘You are no match for me Wildcat, but today business has intervened so I do not get to enjoy the spoils of victory. Next time, you will be mine if you are woman enough to meet the Red Dragon in woman to woman combat again!’

Carol read the note, and although she couldn’t argue that Red Dragon had bested her, she found herself simmering with discontent at the note. As she trudged up the steps to the changing room, she resolved that she would be back to put this Red Dragon in her place, even if it meant putting her World Championship on the line to secure her rematch!