Story based on Poll.
Titanic Hands-Off Titfight and Pro Wrestling Match
Alice Green vs. Mercyrassler
Part II - NHB Pro Wrestling Match
.........The 45 minute rest period following the rough titfight, was like heaven to both women. The first contest had taken a lot out both of them and now, both fighters were seated on the carpet with their backs against the wall, looking at one another from opposite corners of the room. Alice, after resting for a good 25 minutes, decided to get to her feet and walk to the bathroom, where she stood in the shower and turned on the cold water full blast. The water felt great on her already red and sore breasts, but it also began to revive her. She let the water cascade over her head and onto her chest and back. She stayed under the shower for a good 8 minutes before getting out and walking back to where she had been sitting. She didn’t bother drying off, because the water still felt cool against her skin.
When Mercy saw the change in Alice, she decided to do the same think in order to keep an equal advantage against her opponent. Mercy also stood under the shower and allowed the coldness to relieve her sore tits and revive her also. She was not sure how much time remained for the rest period, but she was going to take as much advantage of it as she could. She too allowed the cold water to flow down her back and chest and over her head. It was working. She was beginning to feel full of life again. Oh, she was still tired, but she felt that she could now hold her own in the next contest. Mercy finally stepped out of the shower and also went back to her corner of the room. She began to sit on the floor when the sound of the timer rang out, signaling the end of the rest period.
She and Alice looked at one another. Each knew that it was time to enter into the second contest of the day. There were no words exchanged as each woman got to her feet. It was now Showtime, and each was ready to show the other what she had left.
Mercy and Alice stood, adjusted their bikini bottoms and slowly walked to the center of the room for their meeting. The women again began their contest by circling one another, both now sharing respect for each other from their first contest. Alice extended her right hand to Mercy in gesture of a handshake. Mercy placed her hand in Alice’s and the two began the contest with dignity. They then stepped apart a few feet and crouched, with arms extended, as they began to advance on each other and wrestle. The contest was now on.
After circling and glaring into one another’s eyes for a few minutes, Mercy lunged forward and the two women locked up, collar and elbow. At first, they just pushed against each other to see just how much staying power each had left. After a show of strength, they pushed away from each other and stepped away again. Crouching down a second time, they approached and, this time, Alice moved forward placing them arm in arm again. Another brief display of power took place between the two girls, until Alice was able to move Mercy backward and against the wall. Arms were still locked together, as Alice suddenly brought her right knee up and into Mercy’s stomach, once, twice, and a third time. Mercy felt the blows, and appeared to be winded, but she suddenly flipped them both over so she now had Alice pinned against the wall. Alice tried to push Mercy away from her, but not quick enough to escape three solid forearm smashes to her chest and tits. The blows not only hurt Alice’s swollen tits, but they actually winded her as well. Alice threw a punch to Mercy’s stomach and was able to push her away and make an escape.
Alice put some distance between her and Mercy as she caught her breath. She could see Mercy holding her stomach from her knee shots too, but this was far from over. The girls once again got to the center of the room and circled, crouching slightly. Alice feinted a lock-up, which Mercy should have seen coming with her experience level. She misinterpreted the move, however, and Alice was able to move in and clamp a side headlock on her opponent and hip toss her to the carpeted floor. Mercy tried to squirm out of the hold, but Alice tightened her arm around Mercy’s head, causing her some pain. Mercy didn’t think that Alice still had this much fight left in her, but now she was proving her point with this hold. Mercy tried to roll to her knees, but Alice would use her body weight to roll them back over into the original position and clamp on the headlock even tighter. She was rewarded by a muffled groan from Mercy when the tightened it for the third time. “You give?”.....................but she got no response from Mercy. Alice tightened the hold again and, again, got another groan from her opponent, but still no answer of submission.
Mercy decided to try again to get to her knees and rolled forward with Alice still clamped to her. Both women pushed against each other for a few seconds in kind of a stalemate, but Mercy was finally able, this time, to get to ger knees alongside of Alice. Alice still had the headlock applied, but was beginning to feel the cold water on their bodies being replaced by sweat again. She was hoping that Mercy would not become too slippery to hold onto and tried to maintain her hold for as long as possible. The women struggled with one another but Mercy, after much trying, was able to get them both to their feet. Alice tried for one more surge of power in the hold, but Mercy pushed her away as her arms loosened and Alice stumbled right back into the wall. Frustrated that she had lost the hold on Mercy, she advanced quick to try and capture her again before she was able to rest, but that’s just what Mercy expected. As Alice advanced, so did Mercy, and the two big women slammed together in the middle of the room with a loud wet smack. Arms encircled upper torsos, as the girls tried to pull one another over like a couple of sumo wrestlers. They bounced from wall to wall, struggling like their lives depended on it and staggering around the room. Each was desperately trying to not allow the other any kind of advantage in this match, but Mercy was able to get one anyway.
Mercy slid behind Alice at one point and applied a full nelson to her opponent. Alice had made a huge mistake and had allowed Mercy to catch her. Now the groans were coming from Alice’s throat, as Mercy tightened her arms and forced Alice’s head forward and her shoulders back. “Give up?”, asked Mercy as she tightened up again. Another groan escaped Alice’s lips before answering, “Not.....(gasp)......yet”. Mercy just answered with another burst of arm muscles, which took another yell from her opponent’s throat. Mercy felt that Alice needed another taste of punishment and walked her toward the wall, slamming her chest and tits against it, while still maintaining the nelson. Alice’s tits, which were still burning from the prior fight, slammed painfully against the plaster of the wall, sending shock waves through her whole body. Mercy rammed her tits into the wall again, listening to Alice’s cries of pain and frustration. “Now you give up?”, gasped Mercy, “I’ll bust your tits open against the wall if you don’t”. But she didn’t get a response from Alice this time. Just heavy breathing and occasional squirming to get out of the hold. “Okay”, gasped Mercy, “It’s your funeral”. Mercy then pulled away from the wall several feet to make this collision the biggest and, hopefully, gain her submission from Alice. Mercy began to really move toward the wall, with Alice leading the way. This time, Mercy would do her best to embed her opponent’s tits into the plaster, but she got a surprise for her efforts, as Alice suddenly lifted her legs against the wall and pushed off against the momentum.
As Alice pushed off, Mercy lost her balance and fell backward to the floor, losing her hold on Alice and some of her wind also from her opponent’s 164 lbs landing on top of her. Mercy was stunned and unable to immediately get Alice’s weight off of her, but Alice was also drained from the full nelson and just remained lying on Mercy to keep her under control while she rested and mixed sweat with her opponent. After a few minutes, Alice rolled off of Mercy and grabbed her by the hair, lifting her to a sitting position. Once there, Alice slammed a forearm smash of her own across Mercy’s pained tits, placing her on her back again gasping for air. Seeing Mercy lying still in front of her, Alice decided to try and end this contest by lying chest to chest in cross-body pin fashion. The had agreed to a pin or submission bout, only if one or the other could hold their opponent’s shoulder to the floor for a five count. Alice counted...........
One.................Two..................Three...................Four..................Fi............
But Mercy was able to get her right shoulder up before the count ended the match. Alice grunted out of frustration and placed Mercy’s shoulder back against the carpet and tried again to count her out, placing a little more body weight with her chest. But this time, she didn’t even to get the count started, as Mercy grabbed a handful of her hair and forcefully rolled to her left, escaping the pin and taking Alice with her. The two women scuffled across the floor, wrestling each other feverishly, trying to find the right combination to win. They also threw in techniques in the no holds barred range, as they exchanged forearm smashes, punches, knees, and an occasional slap. They rolled over one another, first one on top and then the other, trying to hold their opponent down as long as they could. Heavy breathing, gasps, moans, and grunts of exertion filled the room, as well as small yelps when their already sore and swollen tits slammed against the opposing set of mammaries as they rolled around. Once would get a solid hold on the other, only for the other to slip away from the lubrication of sweat that covered their bodies by now. On one roll, Mercy was able to get a cross body pin on Alice and was also able to hook her left leg as well. She felt that this was enough to finally end the match as she had Alice tied up good.
One.................Two..................Three.........................
But that was all she got, as Alice used the sweat on her own body to kick her leg free and slide Mercy off of her. Both women lay side by side on the carpeted floor, gasping for breath and trying to figure out their next move. They were both completely exhausted and near collapse from the heat, humidity, and both contests, one of which was still in progress. Mercy began to roll to her left side on the floor and Alice saw the opportunity come up at last. As Mercy rolled, Alice rolled with her and grabbed two handfuls of her opponent’s hair from behind. Mercy moaned and grabbed over her head at Alice’s sweaty wrists to ease the pain. That’s when Mercy moved back toward Alice again, allowing her waist to slide over Alice’s left leg. Mercy was just trying to ease the pain of the hair pull, but instead got herself trapped in a painful body scissors, as Alice slid her right leg over Mercy’s sweaty waist and locked her ankles together. Mercy immediately felt the crush and cried out, her waist and ribs feeling like they were trapped in a vise. Mercy tried to throw an elbow back into Alice’s stomach to break free, but Alice saw it coming and trapped her arm in a half nelson, which placing her left hand against Mercy’s chin and pulling back on her head. It was a great combination hold, and it really had Mercy in a lot of pain and agony. Not it was Alice’s turn to gasp in Mercy’s ear as she said, “I don’t...(gasp).........think there’s a.......(puff).........way out of this one. You give?” But Mercy only gasped herself and sucked in heavy breaths without offering her submission. Alice was beginning to wonder if this fight would last well into the night, as they had both tried everything and still were not able to beat each other.
Mercy continued to squirm in Alice’s scissors and chin lock, but she would not surrender to her foe. Instead, she concentrated on getting out of this position, one hold at a time. After much struggling with Alice, Mercy was able to use the sweat on her face to slip out of the chin lock and then keep her head forward to ensure that Alice didn’t re-apply the hold. Alice was too busy concentrating on keeping her ankles lock, as the sweat on her legs was making it hard to do so. Mercy used her wits and what strength she had left and spun to her right. It worked, as the rivers of sweat that covered her tummy allowed her to move to her knees and also escape the half nelson she was held in. The move expended a lot of energy out of Mercy, but now it placed her on her knees facing Alice, who still had the scissors applied around her waist. They glared at each other, their hair matted against their necks and faces and their bodies completely covered in perspiration. It was then that Mercy was able to show that she still had a good deal of power left inside of her, as she grabbed Alice’s upper arms and began to slowly get to her feet. This being done with the additional weight of Alice still attached to her. It was a very hard job to accomplish, but she finally got to her feet. Alice still had her thighs around Mercy’s waist and was trying to keep them there, but she knew that the end of the contest was near. Whoever was able to get the next big hold would probably be the winner in the end.
What Alice didn’t know was that the next maneuver would nearly knock her cold. Alice felt that if she continued to hug Mercy’s body to her, that it would not allow her to gain any kind of advantage and gain another hold, but Mercy showed why she is one of the best at this type of contest. Mercy placed her hands together at the base of Alice’s back and dropped her legs out of under her, only after pushing slightly forward. In this manner, it would be Alice’s body that would end up on the bottom, with her weight on top of her. Alice felt Mercy drop to the floor, but once she realized that she was falling backward, it was too late. Alice’s back landed hard against the floor with Mercy’s 165 lbs slamming into her in a full length position. The impact finally caused the match to end, as Alice was completely winded by the fall. Alice’s arms fell limply to the carpet and her ankles came apart allowing her legs to fall as well. Mercy was somewhat stunned herself from the fall, but she knew that any time given to Alice could turn things around again. She pressed her chest down against Alice’s and began to count..........
One.......................Two....................Three.......................Four...........................FIVE !
Saying “Five” was the sweetest thing that Mercy had heard since this match started. She was the winner in the NHB wrestling match, but she had to give credit where credit was due. She now respected Alice a great deal more than when they had first met this afternoon. She knew that Alice was a true competitor, not willing to give up any advantage that she had. Mercy wondered, as she lay beside Alice on the floor, how long the match would have gone on if they had allowed breaks. Right now, she didn’t even want to think of it. She and Alice had waged a tremendous battle to show who the toughest woman was, both in the titfight and wrestling match. She knew that all they had accomplished was showing the other that they both ruled in their own respective type of fighting. Maybe there could be a tie breaker in their future to prove that point, or maybe they could just continue wondering which of them was toughest.
Mercy felt Alice stir against her as she came to, and began to think again. ‘Naw, maybe we could just keep on wondering’......................................
