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Ring The Belle
By Wolfboy
Anna tries for revenge against Toni, but is she up to the job?
As much as Sara had tried to persuade her otherwise after beating Anna Jay in a catfight before agreeing to help her, Anna had been totally set on revenge against Toni. The tough Texan had the Southern Belles title, and while Anna was still no catfighter, she wanted to make Toni pay for how she’d duped her. Realising that there was no way she was going to dissuade Anna from making the challenge, Sara hit on a plan that might at least help to even up the playing field a little. ‘That bitch loves adult professional wrestling too’ she told Anna on a phone call one afternoon. ‘It’s not totally your game either, but it’s more pro wrestling than it is a catfight. Maybe look it up and see if you think it would suit you better than a catfight. Maybe she’ll defend her title against you in a match like that?’ she suggested. It surely gave Anna, who was a good pro wrestler, the best chance to win that she was likely to find.
‘I might just give that a go’ Anna had agreed. ‘If it’s pro wrestling, then I can beat her’ she stated, confident in her own ability.
‘Just remember, it’s not just pro wrestling Anna’ Sara advised. ‘Make sure you see what’s involved first’ she suggested, knowing that adult pro could often diverge into other areas of female combat too. There would be nothing to really stop Toni from making it into a catfight, or a sexfight for that matter, if she wanted to. And of course, there were the numbers as well, something that always seemed to be part of the problem with Toni. Anna knew that much at least, having briefly been a part of that numbers game of course.
Of course Toni had been happy to accept the challenge from Anna, under the adult pro rules that the blonde had offered. Toni knew Anna was strong, and a good wrestler. She knew that the Queen Slayer move was a genuine threat if it was applied properly. But she also knew how many moves were available to her as well to destabilise the blonde pro wrestler if she needed then as well. It had even seemed that the Texan had offered something of a concession to Anna in setting up the contest. ‘We’ll do it for a small audience. Twenty people at most, chosen by the Southern Belles organisation. And you can wear a mask too if you want to protect your reputation on film Anna. I get that you’re mad at me, but I really don’t want to wreck your career honey, I actually quite like you really…’
She didn’t of course, but it did her no harm to have Anna a little off balance when she headed to the ring for her shot at the title in front of that small invited audience. She’d have loved to have exposed Anna to the bear pit of a real adult pro crowd, but an audience of twenty was more than enough for her to humiliate Miss Jay in front of. Besides, it would be streamed to anyone interested enough by the Southern Belles organisation anyway, given that their title would be up for grabs, so the actual crowd in the arena wasn’t all that significant really.
The day of the fight, and a small Southern Belles fight centre was more than big enough to house the match. It had a ring room, able to house about one hundred people in comfort, five times what was required for today’s crowd. Crucially, it had cameras set up to stream fights regularly, making it every bit as effective a venue as any Southern Belles location for this fight. And Toni elected to exercise her right as the champion to head to the ring first, rather than in the usual position of going second for the champion. That meant that the tough Texan, accompanied by her corner-woman Annabelle, and in this situation, frankly her henchwoman, Paislee, would be there in the ring, wearing her title belt, and eyeing her challenger as she came to the ring. Toni was ready as she did just that, making her way to ringside in front of the small crowd, ready to fight. She wore long white wrestling tights in a tight spandex, a red flash on her left thigh, and a pair of white wrestling boots. With that, she also had on a red satin ring jacket, the title belt around her waist, and she slipped up on to the apron as Paislee and Annabelle climbed the ring steps to the same location. Both wore catsuits, white with high heels for Annabelle, red with a pair of wrestling boots for Paislee. It was pretty clear which of the two expected to be getting involved in the action tonight from their choice of attire.
As soon as Toni was in her corner, Anna was on her way to the ring, ready for action, her look a little bit different from her usual in ring style. Gone was the two piece gear and the stars, replaced by a silver snakeskin look one piece swimsuit with thin shoulder straps crossing between her shoulders. A pair of black wrestling boots, knee pads and black fishnets completed her look, almost. That final touch was a black and silver Luchadora mask which allowed her long blonde hair to flow out of the back of it. To protect her identity, it had been agreed she would be billed just as ‘Marie’ this evening. Frankly, it was fooling nobody. Toni wolf whistled the blonde as she climbed into the ring, trying to look at her most businesslike. She was glad that her mask hid the way she blushed at that, but that was OK. The tough Texan could try her best to throw her off her game and unsettle her, but Anna was going home with the title tonight she resolved.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, this is a special contest under adult professional wrestling rules for the Southern Belles ladies catfighting championship. It is set for one submission with no disqualifications, no count outs and no time limit’ the announcer began. Even amongst the small crowd, there was a buzz of anticipation at the differing stipulations for the match. ‘First, introducing the challenger, from the state of Georgia, she is 5 feet 8 inches tall, 145lbs and 34C-25-35, this is Marie! And her opponent, from the state of Texas is the current Southern Belles champion, at 5 feet 5 inches tall, 152lbs and 36C-30-38, this is Toni!’. Now the champion raised her belt to the crowd, for what that was worth, before handing it to Annabelle for safe keeping. She stretched once, holding the ropes, then unzipped and removed her red satin jacket to reveal the last part of her plan to unsettle Anna before the match as she was topless. Toni smiled across the ring and sniped ‘don’t suppose you want to get your tits out bitch?’
Anna shook her head as if to say no, Toni shrugged, declared ‘well, they’re going to be on show soon enough’, and the bell rang to start the match, both ladies moving out of their corners with little indication in their movements of just what was to come. Toni was totally convinced that she’d got Anna at least a little off her game with her jibe, while Anna had at least done what Sara had suggested and got a feel for what adult professional wrestling usually was all about. She felt largely unperturbed by the actions of the Texan for now, and she moved to circle with her slowly. Toni invited the lock up and thought that she’d been clever to immediately go behind Anna only for the Georgia native to thrust her impressive butt back and catch her in the body to wind her a little. Anna took a wrist lock then straight away, forcing Toni’s arm up even as the Texan remained doubled over a little, before Anna pressed her foot to the back of Toni’s leg, exerting just enough pressure to bring her down to her knees. There, Anna used her ring IQ to place the front of her boot against the side of the Texan’s face, then with a sharp downward movement, she used the laces to rake Toni’s face.
The Texan went to the mat, clutching her face and complaining loudly as Anna went into the ropes, picking up momentum for her next move. As the blonde, resplendent in silver snakeskin hit the ropes, and turned though, she noticed that already, Paislee was up on the ring apron opposite her. Instead of lowering the boom on the prone champion, Anna skipped over her and made a beeline straight for the buxom blonde. Paislee saw her coming, swung for the fences, only to find Anna wasn’t playing the game she’s expected, instead sliding low between the legs of the big powerful blonde. Then behind her on the floor, she simply pulled both ankles so that Paislee fell, hitting her face on the ring apron as she landed to stun her. Annabelle started in Anna’s direction now, only for Anna to turn and look like she was going after the little blonde. The head fake from Anna was enough to send Annabelle scurrying for cover behind the ring post, but then it was Anna who shrieked as the champion leaned between the top and middle ropes to grab her hair. That was a grip to force Anna back up on to the apron, at least briefly before Anna grabbed the back of Toni’s head and dropped to the floor to clothesline the Texan on the middle ring rope. Toni fell back into the ring, Anna noted Paislee just about stirring, and punished her with an elbow drop, cast Annabelle a glance that said ‘try it bitch!’ as the blonde peered around the safety of the ring post, then slid back into the ring beneath the bottom rope.
Toni was just about rising, but Anne met her on the run, and in one smooth motion spun her to the mat in a spinning neck breaker. Toni hit the mat hard thanks to the whiplash of the move, and Anna moved in for a pin, only to be reminded by the referee that it was a submissions only match. She rolled her eyes at herself for forgetting that, then went to the hair to bring Toni up so that she could keep up the attack. She sent Toni to the ropes, but followed her in so that she could deliver a knee to the body of the topless Texan who groaned loudly as her lungs deflated a little on that impact. An impressive opening from the blonde wrestler continued as she quickly tucked Toni’s head beneath her arm, grabbed the leg of her tights for leverage, and muscled her up into a vertical suplex. She delayed the landing, impressively by holding Toni in the upright position just to allow the blood to rush to her head for a moment then, before completing the move with a heavy landing on the canvas for the Texan.
‘Come on champ…..thought you were supposed to be good at this’ Anna mocked her now as she went to pull Toni up again. This time the Texan tried to retaliate with a right hand to the body, but it wasn’t stopping Anna who put Toni back on her knees with a clubbing forearm across the back. Then, embracing the thought of submissions only, she applied a simple submission move, a guillotine choke, to her kneeling opponent. It was simple, but also pretty effective; Toni’s hands went to Anna’s body, pawing defensively straight away as the blonde pro wrestler drew herself up to her full 5 feet 8 inches, then went up a little further on to her toes to ramp up the pressure even more. ‘Go on, give up!’ Anna implored, then out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement on the apron; it was Annabelle this time who provided the distraction in the early going. Anna huffed, and broke off her attack on Toni so that she could go and deal with Annabelle, telling her ‘get down you little slut!’
‘Make me!’ the little blonde confidently shot back as Anna got nearer to her, and she held her ground on the apron.
‘I’ll knock you down bitch’ Anna told her now, closing in quicker than Annabelle had expected. Where the little blonde had expected she might just get off the apron in time, and instead she was held there by the hair. Anna raised her hand to deliver a punch to the jaw of the pretty blonde only for Toni to make the save just in time, clubbing Anna from behind with a double axe-handle between the shoulders. That knocked Anna forward slightly and Annabelle had to cling on to the top rope to avoid being catapulted to the floor by the impact. Now Toni spun Anna and whipped a chop across the blonde’s breasts, a withering impact delivered through the skin tight silver snakeskin that covered them, and Anna tried to reel away down the ropes. ‘Hold her!’ Toni told Annabelle who followed the instructions to a tee, using the hair to arrest Anna’s progress before she held her arms outstretched across the ropes. Toni was off at a run, looking to build momentum off the opposite ropes, before she looked to bury a shoulder on the run into Anna’s body.
There was no prospect of Annabelle holding the fit and strong wrestler there though, Anna breaking free and reeling away to the side. Suddenly the blonde in her sights had changed shape and attire, and Toni ground to a halt hastily. She and Annabelle smirked at each other, disaster seemingly averted as she grabbed for Anna’s hair to turn her and attack. Anna was ready now though, sending a sharp kick with the toe of her boot into Toni’s body. Then she grabbed tights and hair, wheeling Toni around and pushing her into Annabelle after all, catapulting the diminutive blonde off the apron before she’d even spotted the danger. Anna had the control of the fight back, and grabbing Toni’s legs, she took advantage of the Texan being half out through the ropes, moving back so that she had Toni level with the mat, suspended flat out from the middle rope. She had no hesitation, sending a kick into her stomach, and the topless champion gagged for air as her challenger dropped her legs and let her fall to the canvas.
‘Come on champ’ Anna taunted; it was clear that the professional wrestler was warming to her task as she hit the ropes and dropped a thick fishnet clad thigh across Toni’s bare chest in a leg drop. Toni’s legs kicked up from the impact, and Anna batted at them to knock them away so that Toni’s white wrestling boots slammed back to the canvas. Then Anne went to the hair to lift Toni’s head, only so she could snake her fishnet clad legs around it, cross her ankles, and put the squeeze on the Texan brunette. ‘Submit!’ she told Toni, accompanying the first groan of pain of the match-up from the champion who made no reply to the demand, instead reaching to pull at Anna’s legs. She couldn’t shift them though, and quickly protested ‘you’re choking me!’ at the power of the scissor hold.
‘So?’ Anna said to her, pointing out ‘it’s legal to choke!’ as on the outside Annabelle tried to get Paislee’s senses about her to go and help Toni out. As ever, the little blonde was resilient and resourceful beyond her size and strength, and she tutted at Paislee’s sluggish recovery. Resilient or not though, there was little Annabelle could do to get the big blonde powerhouse up off the floor; the situation was looking desperate. Toni’s hands pulled at Anna’s legs, starting to tear the fishnet but still making little impact on actually breaking the hold. ‘You’re fading bitch!’ Anna told Toni, just before she groaned at the impact of a flying splash from all 105lbs of Annabelle. The scissor hold was broken by the impact of the flying blonde, though it achieved little else as Anna shrugged her off to the canvas, then apprehended her by the hair as she tried to get away. Anna spun Annabelle roughly as she got up, and slapped her face hard so that she immediately dropped back to the mat. As she fell, Annabelle kicked off her shoes, instinctively perhaps, before Anna picked her back up, and grabbed the back of her catsuit to wheel her around and throw her out between the ropes and into the waiting arms of a finally upright Paislee. She set Annabelle down, and Anna cast a glance back at Toni who was still down in the centre of the ring. She shrugged, then grabbed the tope rope to propel herself over it, out of the ring, so that she could flatten Paislee once again!
Things were really not going to plan for the topless Texan champion who still lay down on the canvas, her arms clutched to her body. As Anna slid back into he ring again, and Annabelle tended to Paislee, the referee kicked a shoe back under the ring rope to the outside, and Anna closed back in on the champion. It was time for the Queen Slayer; time to finish off Toni’s title reign with what had been a pure dominance of the match, and claim a title in the world of catfights. She went to the hair to pull Toni up, while the Texan anxiously kept her arms clutched across her body, grabbed the hair to open Toni up for the choke, and was just about to apply the hold fully, when she was the one who was seeing stars. Toni had been clutching the other one of Annabelle’s shoes to her body, and now she had struck in one sharp movement, to hit Anna straight between the eyes with it. The blonde pro wrestler dropped to the canvas, clutching her face and drumming the mat with her black wrestling boots, and suddenly the momentum had switched. Toni got to her feet, looking smug, like she was the cat that had got all of the cream, and now she was going to enjoy devouring it, one little bit at a time.
First she had to fight off the referee’s attempt to wrest the shoe from her control, telling her to ‘fuck off ref….like she said earlier, it’s legal!’
Legal maybe, but ethical? Toni didn’t care, she measured Anna for what looked like being an elbow drop. Instead, the heel of Annabelle’s shoe hit Anna straight between the eyes a second time, and may well have drawn blood had it not been for the mask just providing the barest degree of protection. She was dazed though, that was the key, and Toni took control as she happily pitched the shoe back out to Annabelle, telling her ‘Hey Annie! I think you might have lost a shoe in here!’. Annabelle….she’d been the difference maker here for Toni, even down to the way that she’d deftly kicked her shoes off under attack from Anna. A review of the stream later on would show that the little blonde had cleverly managed to kick a shoe just near enough to Toni for her to claim. Now the Texan would use the advantage that her corner-woman had afforded her well as she forced Anna up by the hair. A lift and slam was quick to follow, Toni demonstrating an easy power and control of the situation to plant Anna at the centre of the ring.
Now the Texan took her time. She felt she’d restored control after what had been a rough opening to the fight now it seemed. Anna was powerful, athletic and capable, but she was no adult wrestler or catfighter just yet, despite Sara’s work with her. Toni peeled her from the canvas by the hair, waist locked the blonde, and lifted her into a pussy pounding atomic drop. Anna cried out, frozen to the spot for the moment as the pain pulsed through her body; Toni rocked her again quickly with a double thrust to the throat to back her up into the ropes. Toni was all action now, onto Anna quickly as she punished her with a running thigh strike to the body. Crucially as well she showed her mastery of the adult pro ring, seamlessly grabbing the left arm of the blonde and tangling it into the ropes. Anna was trapped, partially at least, and slow to react to it, she was tagged with a right hand to the face by the Texan. Anna sagged, the starch just taken out of her body for a moment, but Toni elected not to tie up her other arm in the ropes. Instead, she lashed a chop across the blonde’s heaving breasts, enjoying the little shriek it drew from Anna’s lips. Then she grabbed her hair, looked her straight in the eyes, and slapped her with disdain. ‘You’re nothing Anna Jay….you hear me?’ she taunted, slapping her once more. ‘Nothing.’ Anna turned her face away, perhaps a little ashamed to find herself tied up in the ropes by her opponent, while Toni measured her, just waiting for her to turn her face back so she could she the look in her eyes as she chopped her breasts again.
‘Unnghhhh!’ Anna groaned, but a hard look set in her eyes, and she grabbed for the hair of the Texan now, yanking her in close. Toni smirked despite the harsh hair pull. ‘I know you want me Anna’ she taunted her now, ‘it’s so obvious how you’ve pulled me in close now’ she continued, working her thigh in between the thick thighs of the confused pro wrestler. She ground her thigh in for a moment, almost inviting the blonde to ride it, which, in her confusion, she almost did, starting to grind back against it for a briefest moment before catching herself. ‘Thought so’ Toni smirked, then she startled Anna by grabbing her hair and kissing her briefly. Once again, Toni had swept the rug from beneath Anna’s feet, and the blonde was unsure of quite how to deal with it, then Toni jerked her knee up into Anna’s crotch, and she groaned, sagging back into the ropes. Now, noting the look of resignation in Anna’s eyes, Toni untangled the blonde, and looked to send her off to the opposite ropes. Anna could wrestle though, that was clear, and instinct allowed her to reverse the whip, before instinct also proved itself to be her downfall.
Anna took to the air, determined to deliver a flying drop kick to floor Toni with the move. Toni’s instincts saw her grap the top rope though, stopping her from rebounding to centre ring. Anna landed hard on her back, and Toni moved in quickly to grab both of the blonde’s legs, lifting them before she stepped through to plant the flat of her boot in Anna’s stomach. The blonde gasped, but Toni didn’t release her legs, and quickly converted the position into a Texas cloverleaf hold. Now Anna was trapped in a punishing situation, crying out in pain as Toni just leaned back into the hold a little more. It was a desperate position for Anna, trapped in an agonising submission hold by a woman out to make a point. ‘Submit Anna Jay!’ Toni demanded; she didn’t care at all if those watching on the stream got to know the real identity of Marie.
‘No-ooh!’ Anna cried out, even her denial of it laden with pain as she clawed at the canvas and tried to crawl to the ropes. It wouldn’t cause a break, not in adult pro wrestling, but it might just give her some leverage to escape with. Toni let it play out, allowed Anna to almost reach the ropes, then pulled her back a few paces to the centre of the ring. Anna screamed, a sound of pure pain and frustration and started the process over, painstakingly inching to the ropes while Toni leaned back to punish her again. ‘It’s over Anna’ Toni taunted her ‘everyone is going see your pretty little face when I take your mask!’ she continued.
‘No!’ Anna protested loudly, ‘don’t’ she said.
‘Maybe I should get your tits out instead? The people might like that even more’ Toni taunted now, relishing the way she was able to diminish Anna mentally as the pro wrestler moaned ‘please don’t’
Toni had taken her eye off the ball a little though, such was her enjoyment of this predicament Anna was suffering in. For as much as she was moaning and groaning, Anna was still crawling to the ropes, ropes that she reached, much to Toni’s surprise, clutching the bottom rope, then finding her way ip to grip the middle strand of ring ropes. Before Toni had chance to react then, Anna used her core strength to pull her legs back and twist at the same time, so that she could force Toni to fall, chest first, on to the middle rope next to her. Gathering herself quickly, despite the pain in her back and legs, Anna hit the opposite ropes at speed, but not quite her top speed. It was the slightly slower approach that caught her out as she jumped to try and land on Toni’s back against the ropes. That and the quick reflexes of Annabelle anyway, as she lunged to pull Toni out of the way just in time, allowing Anna to crotch herself on the middle ring rope. One leg either side of the ropes, the blonde was a sitting duck then for Toni who grabbed her left leg, which was outside the ropes, and torqued it painfully around the middle rope. Anna cried out in pain, before Toni broke off that attack, and cruelly knocked her from the ring with a push kick to the side of the face.
Anna spilled out on to the apron, then fell untidily to the thinly padded floor at the feet of Paislee. Now, finally, the blonde Amazon came into her own. She helped Anna up, a liberal handful of her hair used before she hooked Anna’s arm around her shoulder, almost as if she were helping an injured friend to walk. Then she gripped around Anna’s waist tightly and lifted her so that she could drop her knees first on to the edge of the ring apron, into the grasp of Toni. Anna cried out in pain from that, even as Toni grabbed her flowing blonde hair, using it to roughly pull her back through the ropes and into the ring. Anna winced, favouring her right leg in particular before Toni scooped her up and deposited her almost at the centre of the ring with a powerful body slam. Anna was down, and Toni had her primed for finishing off, choosing to showcase her array of wrestling talents as she grabbed Anna’s right left, and quickly entangled her legs in a figure four leg-lock, arranging the blonde’s legs in a painful pretzel. ‘OOOOWWWWW!’ Anna howled almost immediately, while Toni reclined to her full length, instantly adding leverage to the hold.
‘Now! I want you to pull your top up to show me that you submit Anna Jay!’ the brunette champion demanded over the soundtrack of Anna’s anguish.
‘Please….noooo!’ Anna moaned loudly, not wanting to submit in that way.
‘Then take your fucking mask off….let the world see that it’s you. Then I’ll let you go bitch!’ Toni offered now. Once again, Anna shook her head ‘no’ as she tried to sit up, her face contorted with pain.
‘Well those are your two options bitch’ Toni show back at her. ‘Tits out or mask off. I won’t be accepting anything else’ the tough Texan told her.
‘But….I SUBMIT!’ Anna cried out, her voice dripping with anguish.
‘That’s nice’ Toni laughed, and stretched her arms out so that Paislee could grab her hands to increase the leverage of the hold even more.
‘Aagghhhh….aiiieee….I…..SUBMIT!!’ Anna cried out again in the torturous hold as the referee told Toni to break the hold. The Texan just smirked and told the ref ‘what are you going to do about it? Disqualify me?’ as Anna shrieked in pain.
‘I’ll give you one more option then bitch’ Toni told her now as Paislee still pulled on her arms to tighten the hold even more. ‘Join us again, as our junior assistant and help us to dominate all of these catfighting bitches….or’ the Texan added somewhat persuasively ‘I’ll break your fucking legs with this hold!’
‘OWWWWW!’ Anna howled. The options were stark for her. She quickly agreed ‘yes….YES…..I’ll do that! Please just stop!’
‘Good girl’ Toni smiled, breaking the hold and pulling Anna to a seated position in the ring so that she could pat her face condescendingly and tell her ‘knew that you’d see sense in the end’. Then the Texan raised her arm in victory and waited for the referee to return to the centre of the ring with her title belt which she held aloft. Anna had a face like thunder as she shuffled to the edge of the ring, wincing with every movement until she was surprised to find herself in the waiting arms of Paislee, the powerful blonde slinging her over her shoulder to carry her back to the locker room. Annabelle led the way, with Toni bringing up the rear, basking in the glow of her impressive win.
Toni seemed to have everything going perfectly her way just at the moment, and it was hard to see that this was anything other than another huge win for her. Her entourage seemed to be strengthened further by the addition of Anna Jay. At the same time though, watching the stream on the other side of the world, two blondes and two redheads looked to be surprisingly happy with the outcome as well. Had they succeeded in planting someone in the tough Texan’s entourage to keep them informed of just what the devious group was up to?