This was for the tournament championship. Brutal matches, bruised ribs, and split lips led to this single moment.
Alicia gasped, sharp stabs radiating from her side, thanks to winning the battles that got her here. Each shallow breath felt like glass shards scraping her lungs. Her legs, once springy and quick, felt like lead weights glued to the mat. The pink bikini top dug into her shoulders where the thin straps pulled tight. Across the ring, Angela stood utterly still. Her dark eyes tracked Alicia’s every twitch without blinking. Angela’s muscles stood out like carved stone beneath her deep purple two-piece. Every coiled muscle screamed. Her breaths came slow and deliberate, hiding the fire in her lungs.
But as soon as the bell rang, it was like they forgot about their pain because they went straight out to beat the shit out of one another. Angela charged low, tackling Alicia around the waist, driving her backward until Alicia’s spine slammed against the turnbuckle pad. The impact knocked the wind from Alicia’s lungs.
She hauled Alicia upright by her hair and hit her again and again into her already bruised ribs. She wasn’t hitting to win; she was hitting to break bones. Alicia crumpled against the ropes. The crowd’s roar blurred into white noise as her vision swam. Then Angela’s knuckles cracked against her cheekbone, teeth rattling against each other.
Alicia’s hand instinctively flew up to shield her face. Too slow. Angela’s fingers hooked under the straining pink strap at her shoulder. A sharp tug. A violent rip. Fabric tore like cheap paper. The thin strap snapped, flinging sequins onto the mat near Alicia’s bare foot. The bikini top peeled away, exposing pale skin gleaming with sweat under the harsh arena lights.
She seized Alicia’s wrist, fingers locking like iron manacles. A vicious twist spun Alicia around. She planted one foot, driving Alicia forward with explosive force as she hurtled across the ring. The corner turnbuckle rushed toward her. No time to brace. Her tender back slammed into the unforgiving corner post. Pain detonated, sharp and white-hot, radiating down her arm. She collapsed, legs spread.
Angela ran from corner to corner and missile drop kicked Alicia's pussy. Alicia screamed, clutching herself as Angela rolled away, grinning. Alicia curled fetal on the mat.
Angela circled, her purple bikini glistening under the lights, a panther sizing up wounded prey. She planted her foot beside Alicia’s head, leaning down to snarl, "Stay down, stupid ass, bitch, cxnt!"
But Alicia had come too far to just curl up and die.
"Fuck... you," she gasped, each word ragged. Her fingers dug into the canvas, knuckles white. ignoring the agony between her legs. The cold material of the bottom rope pressed against her as she used it to pull herself halfway up.
Angela’s grin vanished. Her nostrils flared. "Stupid bitch," she spat, snatching Alicia's wrist again. This time, she didn't twist. She hauled Alicia upright toward the turnbuckle corner. Alicia stumbled, legs trembling, ribs screaming as Angela shoved her back against the padded post. Angela climbed the ropes first, agile as a cat, her purple bottoms riding high on her hips. She grabbed Alicia's sweat-slick hair, yanking her upward onto the top rope and wrapping one powerful arm around Alicia's neck, the other hooked deep under her thigh.
Alicia clawed at Angela's forearm, fingernails scraping skin. Too late. Angela leaned back, her body arching like a drawn bow. For a heartbeat, they hung suspended—Alicia's bare torso gleaming under the spotlights, Angela’s muscles coiled impossibly tight. Then gravity took over. Angela slammed backward, driving Alicia headfirst toward the canvas. The suplex wasn't graceful; it was brutal. Alicia’s spine snapped taut, her skull whipping downward. A sickening *thud* echoed as Alicia's back hit the mat first, her legs flipping over her head. Her breath exploded out of her body.
Angela rolled instantly, pinning Alicia’s shoulders flat. The referee slid beside them, slapping the mat. *One!* Alicia's vision swam—purple shadows swam at the edges. The arena lights burned her retinas. *Two!* Angela’s forearm crushed her windpipe, the pressure unyielding. *Thr—* Alicia’s knee jerked upward, and she bucked her hips and rolled free.
Angela scrambled back, panting. Her eyes darted toward the championship crown gleaming on the timekeeper’s table—so close she could see her reflection in its polished gold plate. Angela had poured every ounce of rage into that suplex. Yet here the blonde bitch was, crawling toward the ropes, gasping like a fish on land.
Angela whirled to the ref, eyes blazing. "You see that?" she shrieked, pointing a shaking finger at Alicia's heaving form. "She kicked out? After THAT? Count faster next time!" The referee never flinched. Angela didn’t care. Her gaze snapped back to Alicia.
She snatched Alicia by her hair, but Alicia spun her around, pulled down her bikini bottoms, and sank her teeth into Angela's plump black ass. Angela screamed. The crowd gasped, then erupted.
"YOU BITCH!"
Alicia bit so hard that it brought Angela to her knees. Sweat stung Angela's eyes as she clawed at Alicia's blonde hair, trying to break her jaw's grip. She finally freed herself. Four deep tooth marks glistened against dark skin. Angela scrambled away, clutching her wounded cheeks, her purple bottoms hanging under them.
They were both down. Angela glared at Alicia; Alicia glared back, lips pulled back in a bloody snarl.
Angela lunged first, fist cocked. Alicia ducked under it and slammed her palm upward into Angela’s nose, and, grabbing her head in both hands. She drove her knee up—once, twice—into Angela's pussy.
Angela screamed, collapsing onto her hands and knees. And Alicia pounded the shit out of her back.
Dazed, Angela tried to crawl away from the onslaught, each blow jolting her spine. Alicia stalked. She hooked trembling fingers under Angela’s sweat-slick strap and unhooked it to reveal Angela’s muscular back gleaming under the harsh lights. The crowd roared as Alicia flung the purple scrap toward the front row, and Angela's titties dropped out. Then she grabbed Angela’s nipple, twisting viciously as she hauled Angela upright. Alicia’s other hand seized Angela’s other boob, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh beneath the firm muscle, pulling until Angela was forced onto her toes, her body arched painfully backward.
Angela hissed, eyes squeezed shut against the agony radiating from her chest. Alicia leaned in, her breath hot against Angela’s ear. "Had enough?" she snarled,
Before Angela could answer, Alicia's hand clamped over Alicia’s jaw, forcing it open. She threw herself at Angela and shoved her tongue as deep as she could. Angela gagged. She tried to bite down, but Alicia dug her nails into Angela’s nipples, twisting until Angela’s scream became a muffled choke. The crowd screamed as Alicia deepened the kiss, saliva slicking their clenched lips. Angela clawed at Alicia’s ribs, reopening purple bruises. Alicia barely flinched—she just moaned.
Alicia shoved Angela backward into a corner turnbuckle, her breasts bouncing with a mind of their own. She slid down Angela’s stomach. Angela bucked wildly, thighs slamming against Alicia’s hips. "Get OFF me!" she shrieked.
But Alicia’s fingers slipped under Angela’s purple bikini bottoms and tore them off. Angela went rigid. Her eyes widened as Alicia’s tongue plunged deep inside her. Angela arched and screamed.
Angela had never been touched like this—not in front of thousands. The sensation was wildfire. Her thighs trembled, slick with sweat. Every nerve screamed. She tried to clamp her legs shut, to shove Alicia away, but Alicia drove her tongue deeper. Angela’s hips jerked uncontrollably. Pressure built low in her belly—white-hot, unstoppable. Her fingers tangled in Alicia’s blonde hair to hold on as her body convulsed. Wave after wave tore through her. Her back slammed against the turnbuckle pad, her tits bouncing wildly. She couldn’t stop shaking. Tears streaked her cheeks.
Angela gasped, lungs burning. Her vision blurred. Alicia pulled back slowly, lips glistening. A smug smile played on her face as she wiped her mouth. Angela slumped against the ropes, legs weak. Her purple bottoms were gone. Her breasts heaved, nipples painfully raw from Alicia’s twisting fingers. She felt raw. Used. Alicia dragged her away from the corner, and Angela tried to dig in her heels, but her legs trembled too much. She was nothing but trembling and exposed skin. Alicia yanked harder and discarded her in the center of the ring.
"Get up!" Alicia snarled, kicking Angela's thigh. "Get up, bitch! I'm not done!" Angela groaned, curling her knees to her chest as she lay on her back. Alicia grabbed her ankle and dragged her toward the ropes. Angela tried to kick free, but her legs were jelly. Alicia climbed the turnbuckle. She balanced for a split second, silhouetted against the blinding arena lights. Her blonde hair was plastered to her forehead. She leaped. Air whistled past her ears. Her leg swung wide. Time seemed to slow. Angela raised a shaking arm—a feeble shield. Alicia’s thigh smashed down with brutal precision, crushing Angela’s throat.
Angela choked. Her arms dropped limp. Alicia rolled off her, chest heaving. She crawled onto Angela’s motionless body. She hooked Angela’s leg. The referee scrambled into position. Angela’s eyelids fluttered.
All of Angela's body was spent. The body-quivering orgasm, the devastating top rope finisher, and the pain and punishment of the two prior hard-fought and brutal fights were too much.
Three seconds later, Alicia Silverstone was on her feet with the win and the crown.
But Alicia wasn't escaping without pain either. The tournament took a toll on her as well, and she could only stay standing for a minute before she crumpled to her knees-- but she sure wasnt dropping the crown. Even when taken in the ambulance, she refused to let it go.
