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Due to popular demand ,, I’ve decided to share few of my Pro~wrestling logs . . . I guess that’s not a really bad call since most of the logs being shared around these days are of the catty variety ,, so balancing things around shouldn’t be a very bad call !!

It was quite tricky picking which log to share ,, but I’ve decided to share this one for few reasons. I guess the most important one is my opponent ,, Rebecca Payne . . . I can speak volumes about this girl ,, but seriously ,, her writing ,, skill ,, and intensity do all the speaking for her . . . She’s one of my favorite opponent ,, and most amazing people that I’ve met in this realm ~ ~ ~

Rebecca is a fierce ,, fierce friend ,, and her intensity and protectionism is only matched by her intensity as an opponent or rival . . . But ,, for the purposes of this match ,, I hate her guts ,, and I’m going to do everything I can to protect my belt ,, which ,, she won’t freaking touch !!

XoXo ~*M*~

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The one and only ,, Ms Ice ,, Ms Electric Blue Eyes ,,  Ms. Rebecca Payne


   
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And flarffy Mcflarffson herself ,, me !!



Rebecca: I sit in the small but well-appointed changing room as I look myself over in the mirror. My dark hair is long and loose, and I touch up my lipstick in the mirror. Yes, given all the months of negotiations that led to this minute lipstick should not be at the top of my list of concerns, but nonetheless I know I want to look good. I was a leading force in the old league I was in, but due to backroom politics (and the champ fucking the owner) I never QUITE got a shot at the title that wasn't a screw-job. So when Mr. Espinoza came to me with an offer to leave them and come to work for his organization (one I had never heard of), I was primed to move on. I didn't, however, want to end up in another dead - end position, so my one non-negotiable demand was a shot at the title.

They offered me more money (LOTS more money, piled on top of the bizarrely high salary they were already offering) as well as many other perks, but I held firm. They even walked away from the table at one point, saying it would insult the fighters who had weighted their turn. I told them quite clearly I didn't give a damn about them, and this contract was about me. They could take it or leave it. And for a time, they seemed to leave it. That bothered me, but not a lot... after all, if I was going to become the new girl, I wanted something for that, and a title is the only thing I have ever wanted. I'm not quite sure why, but a few months later they came back and agreed... and here I am...

Adjusting my lipstick and checking my hair. It's an unusual setup to say the least... I was escorted via a private elevator that went from the ground to one floor and one floor only: #78. There is a knock at the door and it opens: Mr. Espinoza himself is there. "Ms Payne... you are up. I certainly hope you make sure you are worth our extensive ... negotiations." I smile. "That should be the least of your concerns..." and I head to the door. There is an announcer in a tuxedo in the ring... my eyes go wide as i see the sight. I've never seen a ring like this. Everything is polished to gleaming... the guard rails to separate the crowd, the ring posts... you could eat off of them.

"This evening we have a special title match. Introducing first the contender... a new member of the roster, but one Management feels will soon become a favorite... Miss Rebecca Payne." There is polite applause, but restrained... these people don't know me, or at least I assume they don't. I stroll confidently to the gleaming ring, wearing a navy blue sports bra and shorts, with matching boots, knee and elbow pads, all trimmed in white. I hop up onto the apron and duck under the rope as I step into the ring, trying to quiet the flutters in my belly. The crowds applause quickly starts to wind down as servers move through the group, trays of Champaign and other drinks in hand...

Distracted earlier, I notice the view... god the city looks gorgeous from this height by night, all lit up... My thoughts are broken as the announcer continues "And her opponent..."


Emily:  Talking was never my strong suite ~ ~ ~ At least ,, not unless I'm taunting and posing over an opponent ,, before ,, during ,, or after a beating. I knew how to rile the very elite and select crowd. How to get them going ,, and give them what they wanted. That is of course ,, unless it was one of the moments when I was taking things ~ a bit too far. In the ring ,, breaking one of the pretty China Dolls they were tossing my way during my two year reign in here. I was an anomaly ,, by all their standards. I had the looks ,, the persona ,, and the skills to back it in the ring. And since I worked my way to that title match ,, and won it ,, the belt remained around my wait for nearly two years straight. But see ,, that's the point ,, I did work my way up to that damn title

Which explains why my lack of negotiation skills lead me to that explosive rant to Mr. Espinoza who informed me that I'm about to face a new girl ~~ The conversation was . . . unfortunate to say the least ~ ~ ~

Me :: What do you mean she's new ?? What the fuck happened to rules Andy ?? She just signed up ,, she gets to the back of the line ,, like always !!

Espinoza (( in his provocative calm and smug smile )) :: That would be the case ,, Emily ,, except that someone injured the last two #1 contenders before the title match ,, or do I need to remind you ?? No one in our roster wants to face you ~

Me :: So what ?? You now run to the streets and grab the first hooker you see to face me ?? You're killing me Andy ! ! !

Espinoza :: She's no hooker ,, she's a very fine wrestler ,, and very professional. She was supposed to sign with us four months back ,, but negotiations took a while ,, and honestly Emily ,, I think she will have quite the impact . . . Now ,, can I help you with anything else ?? I'm quite busy right now . . .

Unfortunate indeed ,, and certainly didn't help me stop my right hand tremble holding my mascara wand ,, and softly curling my long lashes. I exhaled ,, like a sniper before taking her shot ,, and the shaking stopped. I then leaned back ,, checking myself in the mirror. I looked the part for sure. In my signature red sports bra with only one wide shoulder strap swooping over my left shoulder ,, with a little heart gap between my boobies showing some extra cleavage. The lining colored yellow ,, the same color pattern that covers my short shorts that fail to cover the entirety of my buttocks. The knee and elbow guards. For many ,, they called me the Anti~Hogan due to this color scheme ,, but that really worked fine by me ,, I was never to be regarded as a baby face

I take the elevator to the 78th floor ,, and I'm greeted by Espinoza ,, who looks as slimy as he does pervy with his slim stache and shit~eating grin ~ "Ah ,, Ms. Wishmaker ,, perfect timing." And I can't help but tilt my head over him to glance a the ring ,, your announcement still going ,, curious to see who is ~she~ My baby blues narrowing ,, when the announcer proceeds ~ "And her opponent!!!" And I smack my hands together ,, bouncing on my feet. A red stretchy wristband around my right wrist ,, a yellow around my left ,, I start to move to the ring ,, my arms up ,, bouncing and hearing the crowd giving me a significantly louder cheer ,, my belt around my waist

". . . From Mellllbboouurnnnnneed Austraalllliiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaa ,, and now residing in Montrreaalllll. . . Weighing at 129 pounds ,, the 5'10" blonde hurricaaaannneeee ,, Emmiilly Wisshhhmmakkkerrr ! ! ! "


Rebecca: I watch as the tall, beautiful blonde makes her entrance. I keep my face calm as the crowd clearly pops for you as you start to make your way towards the ring, arms in the air, hair bouncing with your movements. My cold eyes size you up... taller than me... in good shape, but I've beaten bigger. Gorgeous, but at the rates they are paying me, I have to assume she can really fight because one of her contenders would have knocked her off that pedestal earlier. Rumor has it (though rumors in an organization this private, especially for an outsider like me, are VERY hard to come by) that she's held that belt for years.

'Well good' I think to myself. 'Years is long enough for her to reign... I was shut out last time around, but here I am going to get what is coming and prove to everyone that I am truly a champion. All of this is in my mind, though, as I watch you... silently judging and sizing up as the crowd gives you the love they will soon be giving to me...


Emily: Reaching the ring ,, I ignore the steel steps ,, and I reach up with my left hand ,, my height allowing me to reach the middle rope with ease ,, I swing myself smoothly up ,, my left knee landing on the edge of the apron ,, letting my right leg sway freely like a pendulum. before my red boot hits the edge ,, and I spring up to my feet and smoothly toss my body between the middle and top ropes. I'm fluid like a cat ,, and 38" long legs always help with the appeal. The rich folk are such suckers for them. I slip into the ring ,, hearing few chanting my name. I've always been their bad~girl~darling. They liked things rough ,, and I gave it to them since my first appearance here. I've fucking earned this love ,, unlike this pretender

My eyes turn to give you a long gaze ,, while my arms reach around me and unhook my belt ,, the referee reaching for it ,, but I thrust my left arm up with the belt ,, my right hand balled in a fist ,, a perfect challenging posture ,, and the crowd goes nuts. But my eyes are narrowed into slits ,, looking at you. Pretty ,, far too fucking pretty for my liking at that. And certainly prettier than most of the girls they sent my way before. Good ,, I like breaking pretty things


Rebecca: I watch you make your showy entrance to the ring, and a hint of a smile touches my lips. Some girls have mic skills, some girls have entrance skills, and some girls have ring skills. I'll admit she has me beat on the second, but it is the third that wins matches. And the third is where I excel. I meet your gaze as you glare at me through narrowed slits, my own eyes wide and intensely staring back. The ref calls me forward out of the corner. I step forward, as the ref shows me the belt... I don't take my eyes off of you. My eyes drift towards your top... I'm not exactly covering up a lot, but you show more skin than me. I raise an eyebrow and smile, as I swing my arms behind me, loosening up my shoulders..

"You both know the rules. What I say goes." The ref starts. Actually, no one really went over any rules with me, but I am not worried about that, I 'm focused on the blonde beauty in front of me. "One fall, no time limit, 3 count pin, submission, or KO to decide the match. Understood." I nod, without taking my eyes off of you...


Emily: The stare down ~~ Always the stare down with those newcomers. And I just glare back at you, unblinking ,, unflinching. Your eyes a slightly darker shade of blue than my own. The ref talks ,, and I nod slowly ,, without really listening ,, nor acknowledging his words. Who gives a flippitty fuck what the referee says. It's ~my~ ring ,, and ~my~ way. Always has ,, always will be until the day ~I~ decide to call it quits. The shortie ref tries to reach for my belt again that I'm holding by the huge golden buckle ,, but he's too short to make a grab for it ,, and it frankly looks embarrassing. What's their thing with short referees ?? I never figured it out

His rosey cheeks flush red ,, and I finally have pity on him ,, lowering the belt and letting him take it and wade it around ,, holding it over his head for all to see. But as he turns his back ,, I whisper at you ~ "Clobbering time . . ." ~ And before the ring buzzes ,, I fire up my right boot in a harsh kick for your gut ,, screaming ~ "WELCOME TO THE BIG LEAGUES ,, BITCH !!" ~ the crowd roaring ,, the ring keeper panicking ,, beating the ring with his small gong three time ,, the ref startled turning and watching us start without him ,, and I can even hear him cuss under his breath ~ "Fucking Emily!!!" ~ But who gives a fuck really ??


Rebecca: "Thanks for holding that for m...uUUUGGGGHHH!!!" your boot slams into my six-pack abs, hammering forward into me and doubling me over. I curse myself for falling for that... what the fuck am I, a fucking rookie!?! The kick drives air from my lungs as I double up, dark hair falling forward as my ass juts out towards the ropes and I stagger back.... my abs are toned and designed to take a hit, but your kick slammed into them hard, and even they weren't able to resist...

I gasp out as I fold in half, unexpectedly starting out this match just where I didn't want to... gasping and groaning at the champ's insistence. I squeeze my eyes shut and grind my teeth, pissed more at myself than you... for now


Emily: My boot buries itself into your abs ,, and I see you doubling over ,, grinning ,, despite the unnatural firmness of your abs ,, that make me feel a tinge of jealousy. It's not a reason for concern ,, no ,, it's never a reason for me to worry. But I don't even flinch or think twice. Honestly ,, I wouldn't have cared less if the ring keeper didn't slam that ring. All I care is the look of pain on your pretty blue eyes ,, the shock ,, the roar of the crowd ,, and that little spray of spit that hit my own tight abs and chest. My hands quickly moving ,, in the same fluid motion while my boot returns to the canvas. Right foot stepping forwards ,, left hand going for your hair ,, my right hand reaching down to grab the top of your shorts

~ "Get the FUCK out of ~MY~ ring ,, bitch!!!" I roar at you ,, pulling you forwards by your hair and shorts ,, knowing how much discomfort it will bring to feel that latex ride up your crack ,, but that's just a cherry on top ,, swinging you forwards then twisting on my ankles and turning it into a whip around ,, throwing you face forwards towards the space between the top and middle rope ,, to throw you out of the ring and down to the thick rubber pads around it like a bag of trash.


Rebecca: Still reeling from the shot to the gut, I feel you drag me into a grip, a hand in my hair and a hand on my shorts. I start thinking you are going to set me up for a suplex or something, and I begin to raise my arms to tangle with yours as I plan to counter it... but no... you aren't going to show me even that much respect. Instead, you shift your grip and your footing and just TOSS me to the ropes... no, not to the ropes. THROUGH the ropes!!! I hit the middle rope with my thighs but sail out of the ring, stumbling and crashing to the mats outside the ring within seconds of the bell ringing, like a pile of garbage... or a amateur who doesn't belong in the same league as you...

The crowd roars as 'their' champ woman-handles the challenger. I land in a pile outside the ring, gasping... light starting to dawn on me that maybe I undervalued your ring skills.... that or you got lucky. I plant my hands and knees on the mats and push up, trying to get to my feet as I feel the flush of embarrassment hitting my cheeks and chest at how easily you tossed me around.


Emily: Flinging you with all my power ,, my strong thighs and back working into it ,, giving you a proper garbagewoman's toss out of the fucking ring ,, and for a moment ,, seeing your thigh smack into the rope ,, I worry that you will not fall out ,, but whooop!!! Good girl !! You do your part and drop like a sack of potatoes to the padding outside the ring with a heavy thud!! The crowd's voice rising in a mixture of ~ Woooo's and Waaaaa' ~ and I just smile ,, reaching up to push my pink highlights out of my face ,, slapping my palms together in a ~I'm done~ gesture ,, one of the little perks that I possess ,, those little things that really get them going

I walk up to the ropes ,, and slide my body between the top two ,, staring at you ,, curled on all fours on the padding ,, clearly stunned and winded ,, and I hop off landing on my boots behind you ,, slowly teasing and stalking you ,, watch you struggle to rise ,, I lazily bring my right foot and press it on your firm buttocks ,, noticing how your shorts are now pulled up ,, exposing more of your ridiculously toned ass ,, and I try to give you a shove forwards ,, a symbolic boot~up~your~ass to send you flopping face and boobs first to the rubber


Rebecca: I start to rise, pushing to my hands and knees when you play to the crowd with the contemptuous boot to the ass, sending me sprawling face first back to the mats again, slightly further from where I just was kneeling. I see the gleaming metallic guard rail that separates the crowd from the ring (do they need that here? this crowd doesn't seem the type to rush the ring...) and my hands reach out to it... grabbing it to help me rise again as you play to the crowd a bit. I haul myself up, and as you step forward to once again nonchalantly humiliate me, I grip the guard rail tightly and fire a right boot HARD into your bare belly, snapping the foot forward to bury the sole of my boot on your abs with your bellybutton as a target!

I then shoot to my feet, pushing off the guard rail as my boots drop back to the thick rubber mats, rising to face you... firing one, two, then three shots at that pretty, smirking mouth of yours, hoping to daze you and show you that I'm NOT some off the street piece of trash for you to throw out, but a real competitor... if I do manage to daze you, planning to shift my attack to your right wrist, to grab it hard to whip you into those perfectly gleaming guard rails behind me!!


Emily: You flop face and boobs down to the ring ,, and I laugh. Shaking my head ,, watching you crawl away ,, rolling my eyes ,, my hands on my hips ,, casually stalking you. My mind already settled that you really must have been picked at a street corner ,, or more realistically ,, a high paying escort service ,, you do look quite ~high price~ I'd say. This will one of the shortest ring careers ever in the history of this organization ,, perhaps I don't even need to hurt you too bad ,, you're not too likely to come ba~~ "UUUFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!" My words cut when your right boot back mule kicks me in my tummy !!

The crowd's collective gasps covering my own ,, they cover the referee who is leaning over the top rope counting us out ~ "ONE !! TWO !!" ~ My baby blues widening in shock ,, the pink tresses down to tickle my face and cheeks and then your fists fly like lightning ,, three consecutive jabs to my mouth ,, that lips my lips sore and numb before you grip and twist ,, thrusting me into the rails with my left shoulder ~ "ARRRRGHHH!!!" The sound of metal clanging ,, the linked rails jolting and pulling each other with a loud drag ,, the neatly lined up fences getting bunched up and teetering

"FIVE!! SIX!!!" ~ the dumbass keeps counting !!


Rebecca: I smile as I see you slam into the rails, your left shoulder taking the brunt of the blow. I smile and stalk towards you... hands sinking into your blonde hair as I grip it tightly... hauling upward, to semi-straighten you up, but then I use my grip as my arms extend, driving your head down roughly towards the guard rail... hearing the satisfying CLANG of skull on metal. There is a gasp from the audience... apparently they didn't think I had much in me... well I'm glad to show them how wrong they were...

I hear you groan and I yank up again on your hair, then hear the ref count "EIGHT! NINE!!" and my heart hammers. Are they trying to screw me? A DQ which won't change the belt!!!? I instead hurl your body towards the apron, trying to throw you back into the ring and diving in after, desperate... all the paranoia of the politics of my last league coming back to my mind as it races... yeah, they promised me a title shot, but they didn't promise not to fuck me over... and I was fucked over so many times at the last league... my teeth grind as I think about it, face turning red now not from embarrassment but fury at how I might be being manipulated...


Emily: What the fuck just happened ?? I can't even tell. The pain in my left shoulder from getting jarred into the steel bars is hurting bad ,, but not as much as my pride to get fooled by this dumb bi~"UUGGGHHH!!"~ a low grunt leaves my lips ,, when you yank my head back then smash my face first into the steel bars ,, and lucky for me ,, my nose slips just perfectly in the gap between them ,, or it would have certainly broke !! Stunned ,, I slump lightly ,, and you pull my head back ,, for another slam but then instead ,, you haul me up to my feet and throw me to the ring ,, and my hip smacks into it ,, hearing the count ,, and realizing what's happening

I slide inside and roll ,, panting ,, staring at the spotlights mounted atop the lovely Vortex glass ceiling of the penthouse ,, and hear the crowd cheering ,, and for the fucking first time ever ,, I hear them call your name ~ "BECCA!!! BECCA!!" ~~ ASSHOLES !!! I groan and turn my head ,, seeing you sliding into the ring with the grace of a fucking python ,, and I groan ,, rolling my body to the right and back ~OUT~ of the ring ,, thudding down to the rubber mats ,, before you can reach me. Groaning ,, I reach up to my face with my left hand ,, feeling the two very obvious welts that resulted from my face being smacked into the steel bars ,, and I just see ~RED~ That bitch is ~dead~

and ominously ,, knowing you will follow me ,, I reach with my right hand through the ring curtain ,, feeling something ,, and a cruel grin starts to curl on my face


Rebecca: I see you keep rolling and roll right out of the ring again. My paranoia goes even higher. "OH, this is completely a screw job isn't it?? You're gonna DQ her and then she keeps the belt, aren't you?" The ref shakes his head, looking confused. "No, like I said, the rules..." but I'm already off, ignoring that short little shit. I am not going down that easily!! I race forward, as I see your hands slipping under the apron.... I race to the ropes...

Then drop down, using a baseball side as I throw myself out of the ring, boots first, hoping to drive them into your body and disorient you enough to mess up whatever crafty little plan you had developed to keep that belt from me!!!


Emily: I flop down on all fours outside. Breathing hard ,, waiting ,, I hear you start to argue with the ref ,, and I catch glimpses of your words ,, while you foolishly give me those precious moments to catch my breath. My abs knotted ,, my right hand slowly wrapping around the cold black steel edge ,, pulling it gradually out. Turning my body a bit ,, my butt facing the crowd ,, when I hear the thud of your boots to my right ,, and your eyes meet mine ,, and for a moment I freeze ,, watching you charge and slide towards me ,, my right arm pulling the black folding chair out ,, and ~THWAANKKK!!~

Your boots crack into the base of the chair hard ,, jolting it back and almost out of my grip ,, but in the same time ,, shielding me from the kick of your sliding boots to my sides. The impact still sending me falling to my left and rolling back as far as I can to my knees ,, my left hand grasping the other leg of the chair ,, I bring it up and swing it down ,, to smack the flat back of the chair across the length of your right thigh


Rebecca: We both crash onto the thick rubber mats outside the ring as my boots slam into the base of the chair, almost knocking it from your grip but not quite. As we lay there you rise up and slam the chair down on my thigh and I cry out in pain. "AGGGGHHH!! I arch my back. The crowd is applauding now... I can't tell if they are cheering for me or cheering for you, but worrying about the crowd is a bad idea for a challenger. I shift my weight on my hips and curl back my left leg, slamming it forward as we rest on the mats... as you raise the chair up for another shot, my boot slams into it and drives the chair against your face with a CRACK!

I pant, grabbing the apron as I push to my feet... seeing you panting there from the unexpected face shot. I grab for the chair, easily pulling it from your hands, and raise it up... driving the top of the backrest of the folded chair down, aiming it for your bare belly as I try to slam it down on your abs. I grunt as I thrust the chair down at you, trying to fold you in half and drive the air from your lungs


Emily: A delicious meaty thud of the top of the chair rams atop your thigh ,, the sound so inviting ,, I bring up for another shot but mid motion ,, you fire the chair into my face ,, I flop back ,, stunned ,, my head still barely recovered from the smack into the railing. I feel the chair yanked from my grip ~~ "nnnoo~~UUUFFFFF!!" My words cut with the top of the chair driving into my abs narrowly missing my ribs ~~ for my good fortune ,, and I bend over ,, boots kicking off the apron ,, air and spittle flying from my lips !! I flop back ,, clutching my abs in pain ,, seeing you raise the chair again


Rebecca: I see you clutch your abs and I raise the chair again, and repeat the blow, just below the spot you are clutching, almost at your waistband. I grin a very unfriendly grin, baring my teeth as I see the pain on your pretty face. "What's the matter, Emily? Not used to someone who will fight back? Does this league only hire little girls to roll over for their designated princess? Well there's a fucking new queen in town!" I hiss as you gasp in pain. I raise the chair up again to repeat the blow...

But as I drive it down your fingers shoot out and grip the black metal of the chair. Our eyes lock... my cold icy glare burns on you as I thrust the chair down, and you stare back determinedly as you try to resist. The fact I am leaning over you gives me leverage, and this isn't a fight you can win, but I also know if I slowly drive the chair into your belly then who the fuck will care!!!

So instead I swing my knee up at the folded seat, trying to smack it into your face as we struggle for control of the chair!!


Emily: "Hunnnngghhhh!!" My grunt of pain echoes off the side of the ring, flat on my back and clutching the frame of the seat, pushing up, my muscles tensed fighting with yours. But who the fuck expects me to win this duel. Your body sliding down slowly, your strength and weight are impossible to counter, not in this position. And I'm just delaying the inevitable. The ref looming over the top rope, staring down at us, seeing the sweat rolling down your tanned back ,, and the bruises looking quite ugly on my abs

But then you smack the seat of the chair ,, and it flops open ,, the seat smacking me into my forehead ~ "AWW!!!" My eyes shutting and my head dropping down ,, my hands faltering the metal rim drives a ~THIRD~ time into my gut ~ "ufff!!!!" The asshole ref ,, not counting ,, with just a smirk on his face ,, he enjoys my misery ,, then ~as if~ he suddenly remembered ,, he utters a verrryyy lax and slow ~ "Onnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeee"


Rebecca: I toss the chair aside as I see your eyes fluttering... panting, sweat dripping off my body already now, too. I reach down for your hair and drag your (temporarily) limp body up... twisting you to face the crowd, I press forward, to shove your face towards the rich fans paying heavily to watch this... my fingers wrapped around your pink-highlighted blonde hair as I grind your throat against the gleaming top bar of the guard rail. I lean in, pressing my right knee into your back as I do so... it looks like I'm just cruelly torturing you, and trust me: that's a side benefit. But I am also trying to wind and slow you down, digging into your reserves of energy and endurance now, so you hopefully won't have them later. "This bitch the best that this club has to offer?

She's your champ? You have NOT been getting your money's worth. But don't worry... Rebecca is here to make it all right!" I say to the crowd, playing to my future fan base as I grind you mercilessly against the guard rail!!


Emily: I'm hardly breathing ,, legs kicking wildly and weakly ,, my face bruised ,, a shot to the rails ,, and two from the chair so far ,, not counting the three jabs to my lips surely are showing despite the heavy waterproof makeup I have on. And you just don't relent ,, barking your words at me ,, taunting me for the amusement of the crowd that turned on me as quickly as they saw another hot chick swaying her butt for them ~ assholes!! And now ,, you pull me up by my hair to parade me for them and push me against the rail ,, choking me. My hands pressing on the steel rail to stop myself from choking ,, while your knee grinds into my back

My face turns red ,, saliva drooling from the corner of my mouth ,, and you keep taunting ,, breaking me with your words as much as your actions ,, but steel to my throat ,, I can do nothing but press on it to stop myself from getting choked out ~~ "Fiiiiiivvveee ~~ Siiiiiiiiiiixx" ~ The ref keeps counting ,, my knees buckling and I feel I'm unable to hold my body up anymore ,, your knee driving me further down ,, my fingers trembling against the steel


Rebecca: "SEVEN!!!" "Oh no, little blondie... you aren't going to get off so easy with a DQ" I hiss in your ear, then relent... pulling you off the guard rail instead of grinding you into it... dragging you by your pretty hair as you I whip you around and roll you into the ring.... I glance back at the crowd and blow them a kiss, which earns me some cheers. I smile and then turn back towards the ring... grabbing the middle ropes as I hop up onto the apron, then duck under the top rope...stepping back into the ring as I prepare to finish the so called 'champ' while she is down...


Emily: I don't even know if it's mercy or punishment ,, but you are too fucking smart for your own good! And you clearly want that belt. Your words echoing in my mind ,, stretched a bit due to the lack of air ,, and you pull me off the railing ,, and I gasp ,, an ugly welt against my throat from where it ground into the steel. I stumble back ,, swaying ,, yanked like a rag doll by my hair ,, while the crowd just goes in a roar at your blatant show of dominance. And you slide me into the ring. I roll in ,, gasping ,, coughing ,, leaving a trail of spit along the canvas and I end in the middle of the ring

You slide up ,, the ropes ,, and walk towards me ,, then drop down ,, splashing your chest on mine ,, and hooking my right leg up ,, the ref diving to the mats ,, his palms slapping on the canvas ~

~ "ONE !!"

~ "TWO !!"

~ But before his hand taps the floor for the third time my left shoulder jolts up breaking the count ,, and a loud ~ "OOOOOOOOHHHH!!" rises from the crowd !!


Rebecca: I glare at the ref as he stops the count after two, but I don't waste time arguing... I flop my body back atop yours, chest grinding your chest down, pressing your shoulders back to the canvas, and re-hooking your leg once more. "ONE!! TWO!!!" but you kick out again. I hiss in frustration, and snarl "OK, Emily, you need some more softening up? Fine with me..."

I sit up and roll you over onto your belly... grabbing your hair with my left hand to yank your head back, then swinging an angry right fist at your temple.. once... twice... releasing your hair, I let you flop to the canvas. I rise up to my feet... chest heaving... brushing hair from my face. I back up, backpedaling towards the ropes... I hit them hard and bounce off the, hurling myself at you... leaping up, I kick my legs forward as I hop into the air, extending them as I try to land my right leg near your head or neck as I go for a leg drop!!!


Emily: You drop me back again into another count. FUCK THAT BITCH ! ! ! ! The humiliation of not only being the first down for a pin ,, but also the second is just getting to my head. And I can feel my blood boiling. My bruised lips pursed tightly hearing your words ,, and I know that I'm in for a lot of punishment ,, unless I act quickly. But you still have the lead ,, rolling me over to my tummy then pulling my hair with one hand and ~ "UFFFF!!! ARRHHH!" Two harsh blows to my head that send me flopping down ,, and for the first time the ref earns his pay and rushing in to push at you ,, pointing his fingers at you

Meanwhile ,, I lay there moaning ,, hearing you two argue ,, giving me precious moments before you seem to just push him away ,, and rush to the ropes ,, my head tilted ,, I only see your feet ,, that speed. You're either going for another baseball slide ,, which I have nothing to do against ,, or ,, you're going airborne ,, please fucking go airborne. And as that is the only path of counterable action I push my palms against the canvas and throw my body to the left ,, rolling out of the way while you sling yourself up and come crashing down ,, straight on the boards with your stretched legs and ass

The loud ,, violent ~THUD~ sending ripples across the canvas ,, and giving me the moment I have to throw my body up and towards the rope ,, pushing my dead weight against it and flinging myself towards your still sat~up frame ,, lunging in the air and driving my boots hard into your boobs!


Rebecca: I leap into the air, thinking I have you just about finished... but when I land, there is nothing but empty canvas and the hard boards beneath. The ring shakes with the violent impact of my outstretched thigh hitting nothing but ring, and I cry out in pain. I clutch the back of my thigh, wincing... but not only are you quick enough to roll out of the way, you are quick enough to follow up on it, hurling yourself against the ropes and then back at me...

Your boots SLAM into my chest and lay me out flat on my back as they connect, driving my tits into my ribcage painfully. I wrap my arms around my chest, gasping in pain as the crowd cheers. I rock side to side, wincing. My eyes are squeezed shut in pain and my boots kick at the canvas in frustration. My teeth grind together. AGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH!!! I roll myself to the side, towards the ropes on instinct... gasping as I try to get air back in my lungs.

I start to hear chants of "EMILY! EMILY! EMILY!" as you rally back... though a few "GET UP BECCA!" shouts come my way. Ultimately I have been in the game long enough to know that those are all nice, but they don't matter, what matters is the will and skill you and I have. And I call on that will, digging down as I roll towards the ropes, trying to fight off the pain.


Emily: Breath for fucking breath ,, bitch !! And your strategy ,, which has been quite aggressive and valid ,, of depriving me of precious air has worked wonderfully. But it's my turn to flatten those boobs and empty your lungs. Your back slinging and smacking the boards beautifully, you thrash and clutch your chest, gasping for air, while I lay down ,, catching my own, feeling your legs twitch and you start to roll away, towards the ropes ~ "Oh no you don't!!!"

I roll to my side ,, staring at you ,, rolling slowly towards the ends ,, and I spring to my knees then charge ,, the Ref trying to get into my way ,, he clearly remembers the time I punted one of my opponents in the head ,, out of the match ,, and the entire roster. But that's not what I'm trying to do, I watch you rolling and I time it ,, you are four feet from the ropes, and I leap, driving my left foot right into your abs hard ~stomping~ on your tight abs with my boot,, and grinding my entire weight on it , before propelling myself to the ropes

The stomp forcing you to jolt up in pain ,, propped so nicely for my rebound off the rope, as I drive my left knee straight into your fucking temple ~THWAAANKKK!!!~


Rebecca: I roll towards the ropes and reach out for them, trying to grab a hold to start to haul myself up... but as I do I feel your boot SLAM into my abs, stomping down on my viciously. I groan, air bursting from my lips as I feel your powerful foot hammer into me...

I gasp and stop my movement, stuck there for a moment... body bent up slightly from the impact of your stomp, then WHAM your knee cracks into my temple with a THWAK sound that echoes through the high rise floor that has been converted into an arena of pain. I see stars as I cry out, body twisting towards the ropes as I gasp in agony from the shot to my head. My body flops towards the ropes from the impact of the knee to my temple.. one arm flopping over the bottom rope as I roll over, gasping and groaning... drool leaking from my lips to the canvas as my eyes flutter and blink, trying to clear the cobwebs.

My chest heaves as I lay there, my back to you as I gasp... eyes squeezed shut in pain, teeth clenched... hissing in anger as I shake my head. Hate boiling up in my chest for you.


Emily: Fuck your thick skull!! My knee felt that, even through the protective padding. And I stumble forwards to the middle of the ring, falling and rolling over to end on my knees against the opposite set of ropes. Breathing hard. I stare at you, flung over the robe, stunned and drooling, so inviting ,, your thighs spread ,, and your knees hanging inches from the canvas. I push up to my knees ,, breathing hard. And the ref moves in his arms up ,, but one fiery glare from me sends him reeling away in fear. I step forwards, hearing my named chanted again

~ "EMILY!!! EMILY!!! EMILY!!!" ~

~ But right now ,, I know it's not over. It ain't over until it is fucking over, and I slide my body forwards ,, my thighs between yours ,, pushing up until I can almost feel your butt against my crotch ~ My hands moving down and wrapping under your chin,, fingers interlocking

~ "Time to show you ,, who's the queen of this ring ,, bitch" ~

~ I then pull up on your chin ,, putting my shoulders and back into it ,, craning your neck back and pulling you up ,, letting your head slip over the top rope then I loosen my grip to let you drop down ,, the top rope whiplashing you just above your boobs ,, and I use the upwards lash to pull up on your chin and twist us around ,, spinning us and kicking my legs back ,, sweeping your own ankles in the process to drop you down again ,, on the same whiplashed boobs ,, but this time on the canvas!


Rebecca: I lay there, groaning and gasping, trying to dig deeply... my head spinning as I try to focus on where I am and which end is up... gasping... just as I think I have it figured out, you hiss bitchily in my ear and show me why you have been champ for so long, hauling me up and driving me into the ropes, then using them to whipshlash me around...

My disorientation increases as I stagger and spin with you... my legs knocked out from under me as you yank me around dramatically, then the canvas comes slamming up at me hard. My body is driven into the boards covered by canvas as you whip me around, driving me into them with the strength behind your surprisingly powerful form. I gasp and flop, legs kicking as I squeeze my eyes shut, hissing in pain as I grit my teeth.... hearing shouts from the crowd... not sure if they are cheering you or me or both of us on, but not caring...

My claws scrape at the canvas as my hands ball up into fists in pain and frustration, boots kicking at the canvas.... sweat dripping off my body to stain the otherwise immaculate ring. My shoulders heave as I suck in air.... a vicious growl escaping my lips, but otherwise suffering at your hands!


Emily: The fall is brutal ,, and not only on you ,, but also on me ,, sacrificing my own footing to make it as painful on you as I can ,, my thighs crashing down beneath yours ,, and your curvy butt hammers into my abs with the momentum. I lay there for a moment. Breathing ,, hearing the crowd go crazy over my signature double whiplash chest buster. But there is a time to rest and celebrate, and that time is when I walk out of this ring with my belt around my waist ,, certainly not now

I know now how serious of a competition you are. Top contender or not ,, you're tougher and more vicious than any of those bitches seething and stewing in their jealousy brew in the locker rooms. And while you seem more than adept at brawling it out outside the ring ,, this is time to use some old school technical wrestling ,, that I seem to have the edge at. I slide my body over your lower back ,, feeling the sweat pooling along your spinal cavity brushing against the crotch of my shorts

I slide my knees up and under your armpits ,, my hands pulling up on your shoulders to lift your chest ,, and stretch your abs painfully ~~ if planking makes people sore ,, this ,, this is the real killer. I wedge my butt firmly on your spine and let my knees poke jus under your armpits ,, your arms sling around them ,, I slide my left hand down palm facing outwards ,, then comes my right ,, but before I lock my fingers in the cross-face camel clutch ,, I add a little twist of dirty ,, my left fingers quickly pulling on my right wristband ,, the red one ,, exposing the especially chaffed ,, and roughed up inside of it ,, sandpaper rough ,, and I roll it to face your pretty face and lips ,, before I lock my fingers and lean ~back ,, locking the camel clutch!


Rebecca: My body squirms and struggles, but not nearly enough to free myself as you slowly, methodically, and painfully lock on the painful hold. Taking the time to add in the little insult of the chaffed side of your wristband, grinding against my face. I cry out and kick my legs, trying to get free, but that only serves to inflame the crowd who cheer the hold as my body is twisted painfully and excruciatingly.... AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My hands try to reach for your wrists, but my arms were pulled back over your thighs and the angle you squat at, as you apply the hold, leaves them trapped. My shoulders and arms ache in pain as I try to slide them forward, but your butt grinding down on my spine forces my back at an unnatural angle and I am trapped. I scream again, kicking my booted feet as I try to thrash free to no avail. I blink my eyes rapidly as I try to focus on my surroundings... desperately looking for a way out. The blinking clears my vision slightly...

I notice the color of the ring ropes nearby... my hands can't slide past your knees to grab at your wrists, but maybe they can stretch towards the ropes... and maybe the ref will call that and force a break... that is a fucking truckload of maybe... why oh why didn't I get a better handle on the rules here!! FUCK!!!!

Still... I stretch my arm to the side... grasping towards the ropes... fingers extended... reaching... reaching.... as my fingertips feel the material covering the ropes I let out a gasp of relief, despite the fact the pain wracking my neck, shoulders and spine hasn't backed off a bit...


Emily: I grit on my teeth ,, my pretty pink tresses sticking to my cheeks and forehead ,, squatting hard ,, my butt grinding on your spine ,, bending it ,, your fantastic abs stretched ,, your perky boobs pressed up ,, bulging in your tiny sports bra ~ "Come on Becca!!! Tap!!! Fucking tap!!" ~ The ref kneeling next to us ,, and like always ,, he does it at the right side ,, completely oblivious to the effect of the sandpapered wrist band to your lips and cheek. He can only see you cry ,, asking you repeatedly if you would give. My cocky smile crowning my lips ,, but then it trembles feeling our bodies ~slide~ an inch forwards ,, then another ,, then another !! WHAT THE FUCK !!

Your hands flailing in the air ,, have nothing to do with it ,, but it's your damn legs that keep pushing up ,, and I can't do much but crank up the hold ,, pulling harder on your face ,, pushing my butt down more ,, trying to snap your spine ,, but you keep up the fight ,, crawling inch by inch until your right hand holds the ropes ,, shaking it wildly like your life depends on it ,, and right now ,, it must as well do!! The ref screaming at me to let go ,, tapping my shoulders ,, but I shake my head stubbornly ~ "ONE!! TWO !! THREE!! FOUR!!!" ~ Of course the asshole counts fast now !!

And part of me ,, just feels like holding it for the fifth count ,, to let the match end with a DQ ,, retain my belt . . . But what would that achieve ?? You would still be titled winner ,, guaranteeing you another shot at my title ~ "FUCK THIS SHIT!!" I cry out and release you ,, getting up and stepping back ,, the ref trying to walk around your legs to push me away ,, but before he does ,, I pull my right boot up and FIRE it down ,, stomping on the base of your hurt spine ~ Adding another chip in your armor before he comes in my face pushing me away


Rebecca: My body shudders in relief as you finally... painfully... release the hold after what feels like a count to 500. Distracted by the pain, and odd thought flits through my head... 'at least she won't be able to call that a fast count... fucking asshole counted like he was 110!' I think to myself as my body flops to the canvas. I groan, gasping in pain. A follow wave comes when your stomp crashes down on my back, and my body flops in agony...

Then there is a break... mercifully. I pant, trying to regain my focus. The crowd of the well-heeled is shouting, unlike their usual behavior, but it is all a background blur to me. My back, my arms, my spine, my neck, all in agony. I glance over and see you arguing with the ref. I flop my arm over the bottom rope as I hang there, gasping in pain... then slowly I reach up, grabbing the middle rope... hauling myself up... then the top rope as I get to my feet.

I turn to face you, back to the ropes, leaning on them, my eyes showing the pain in my body but also the determination in my soul as I hiss at my blonde rival, chest heaving as sweat drips down my form, dark hair matted to my face in spots. I push off the ropes as the ref eventually gets out of the way after one last warning... I circle with you wearily.


Emily: The ref is really on my case this time. Something about ~taking it too far~ What the fuck is he talking about ?? The crowd is loving it. They are eating this up ,, and this little twerp is giving me lip ! ! ! I keep glancing over his shoulder ,, at you ,, watching you roll out and slowly drag yourself up climbing the ropes pulling yourself up to your feet ~ SHE IS GETTING UP !!! THE FUCK !! ~ I keep trying to move around him ,, such a perfect moment for a drop kick that sends you off the edge of the ring down to one of the rails ,, but he won't let me

And only when you slide back into the ring ,, that he moves away ,, and I see you circling me. Pain obvious on your face. The bruises on both our bodies visible. But this is not over until it's over. I keep telling myself, and right now, I need to capitalize on that bruised spine of yours ~~ but first ~~ I rush at you ,, my left hand sliding behind your neck,, feeling your own left doing the same ,, and we pull each other around ,, our right hands moving back ,, swinging blows to each other's faces ! ! ! You towards my swollen lips and me towards your roughly rubbed ones ,, trading sharp strikes to the other ,, our boots ~THUMPING~ on the canvas ,, sending loud cracks across the boards magnifying the sounds of the blows !


Rebecca: You lunge at me, and our arms shoot around each other’s necks, locking each other in place as you fire blows each other's heads, faces, cheeks and lips. We stagger in a circle, boots crashing into the floorboards as we stand toe to toe, trading blows viciously....

I think back to the beginning of the match... when I thought 'hey, maybe this girl is tough, but more likely she's just some blonde bimbo the wealthy pay to watch abuse some 4th rate trash'... well, maybe those weren't my exact thoughts but it was close enough... but as we hammer away at each other, I know you are more than that: you're a true warrior. However... so am I. And that leaves us where we are... wailing away on one another without any relent...

In a desperate effort to break the stalemate, my hand that was punching away violently changes tactics, and I rake my nails across your face... not proud of it, but I hope to distract you enough to drive a knee up into your flat belly hoping to take the wind out of your sails and double you over as I try to switch my arm around your neck from a stabilizing clutch to a headlock, pulling your face against my side...


Emily: Feverishly pounding on each other ,, like two gladiators in their last throws ,, neither missing a beat ,, neither missing a punch ,, heads recoil after each harsh blow ,, legs quiver ,, knees buckle ,, but we fire back. And damn that bitch is tough . Each hate~filled punch sending dark and pink tresses flying ,, wrapping around our faces ,, as we get punch drunk soon. But then ,, just as I was starting to feel that I need to change tactics ,, but you beat me to it !!

Your nails gouging into my forehead and dragging down ,, a true feral eye rake that gets me to scream and cover my face. Everyone sees it ,, and everyone ~loves it~ especially when you follow it up with the knee and the head lock ,, and I feel my neck pressing against your side ,, trapped against your arm tightly ,, but I grimace ,, blinded ,, but I know where we are ,, a ring

My right hand reaching down and sliding my fingers around the waistbands of your shorts ,, my left fist comes from behind flying into your spine ,, where I stomped hard and I hear your grunt ,, just enough to drop your focus and allow me to send us propelling forwards ,, to drive you ,, sore chest and abs first into the top two ropes ,, then rebounding off them ,, and I drop my body back ,, pulling on your shorts to send you crashing to your back ,, my body rolling with you ,, leaving you on your shoulder blades ,, your legs bent back ,, and me sitting atop of them ,, my butt inches from your face

And the referee DIVES in to count ,, his eyes fixated on your shoulders ,, while my left hand ,, till holding your shorts ~TUGS~ up ,, peeling it up a bit ,, and exposing the top of your crack ,, feeling your legs flailing while I lean and pull on your shorts to stabilize myself for the count~

~ "ONE!"

~ "TWO"~


Rebecca: My shoulders slam into the canvas as you crash atop me, folding me in half... going for the count now yourself, as my ass wriggles in the air... feeling your fingers in my waistband yank, exposing part of my toned ass in the air, much to the appreciation of the crowd. My chest heaves and my abs flex while folded in half... I gasp and moan as sweat drips off your forehead into my face...

The ref counts.... I arch and buck my body, trying to get free, but the "ONE" turns into a "TWO" as you fold me in half, pressing down...stabilizing yourself over me. As I see him forming the word "

"Three" my body jolts... my hands shoot up and shove at your face, but it is only a distraction, meant to shift your attention to my fingers after that earlier claw as I shift my shoulders, trying to get one up before he can fully form the word...


Emily: I squat down on your shins pushing your feet down just over your shoulders ,, bending you over ,, and holding to your shorts for the count. The burns on my cheeks and forehead still alive ,, my eyes still watering from the pain of your harsh rakes ~ I start to see him mouth the "Thrrrr" ~~ but then your right hand shoots up ,, fingers straight ,, your nails gouging again against my temple ,, and I flinch ,, the pain in my eyes making me over~react and lean to the side ,, and your legs tense pushing up ,, sending me crashing into the referee !!

My right should ~thwaaackking~ him in the temple and he crashes down with me atop of me in a heap ,, and he goes cold !! While I roll away from you ,, cursing and screaming ,, wiping my face with my right forearm ,, trying to clear my vision


Rebecca: I pant and gasp, sweat dripping off me... knowing EXACTLY how close I came to losing. I roll in the opposite direction from you as we break apart, rolling over to my hands and knees. I glance over and see you rubbing your face to clear your vision. I pant, my chest, heaving, and I reach out, grabbing the nearby ropes as I haul myself once again to my feet...

The crowd is a wave of background noise that washes over us, both of us struggling on like true warriors in the face of adversity. I push off the ropes and stagger towards you, hands reaching down for your pink-tinged hair... using it to haul you to your feet... there is a moment when we are eye to eye, hands in hair, heaving and panting... and then I release your hair, shoving your head back clumsily. My hands drop from your head to around your body. I pull you tightly into me in a clinch, squeezing your taller form into mine... grinding, as I pull tightly then lift, trying to twist and slam you to the canvas with me atop in a belly to belly suplex!!


Emily: I shake my head ,, my vision is still blurry ~ ~ ~ Fuck that dirty slut and her nails !! I rug my forehead against my left wristband ,, trying to ease the pain in my eye sockets and eyes. And my eyesight is slowlllly returning when I feel the yank on my hair ,, gasping you pull me up then ~in~ and I feel our tops smacking ,, both soaked with our sweat ,, our bruised abs slapping and ~Whaaaaaa!!~ You heave lifting me up off my feet and twisting dropping me down in a full~on body slam !!

The impact causing my head to whiplash off the mat and my forehead ~thunks~ against yours ,, the double impact sending me splashing down ,, stunned

And you seem to get the memo! Quickly splaying yourself across of me ,, your left forearm across my chin ,, your chest over mine ,, your right arm hooking my right leg up ,, lifting it in the air

The crowd starts shouting ,, screaming ,, and you shake your head to their rhythm as few chant ~

~ "ONE!"

~ "TWO!!!"

~ "THREEEEEE!!!!"

And you scream in joy ,, pushing up and letting my leg drop ,, raising your arms ,, but ,, there is no bell ,, there is no announcement ,, there is ,, nothing ~

And in the brief moment it takes you to realize that the ref is laying sprawled few feet from us ,, stunned from the harsh impact against my shoulder ,, you realize that it didn't count ~~ it didn't fucking count ~~

And when you look down ,, in total disbelief ,, you see my cool ,, baby blue eyes gazing up into yours ,, and you see my legs shooting up ,, my left tossing over your left shoulder ,, and draping over the back of your neck ,, applying all the pressure on the world to send you dropping chest first ,, while my body jolts up,, letting your left arm slide over my right shoulder ,, while both of my hands slide across your back ,, my fingers wrapping around the biceps of your right arm ,, and I ~PULLLL~ back hard ,, leaning into your left arm with my shoulders ,, while pulling as much as I can on the opposite one ,, wrenching your arms against their sockets while pinning your face down in my signature Butterfly of Doom submission hold!


Rebecca: I glance around... waiting to hear the tell-tale sound of the bell ringing as my pinfall is clearly beyond 3... I mean, not even the "hey, did she get to three? well probably!" level, but clearly well beyond that. My paranoia starts to rise up to 11... fucking back office assholes, determined to screw me out of my rightful title, just like with Jessica back at the hold place, though I don't know if Emily here is sucking Mr Espinoza off like she was....

But then I glance around and see the ref groggily shaking his pea-sized brain around as he tries to focus... hmm... did we do that? Was he told to flop if Miss BarbieMcStripperSlut was going to lose? My anxiety rises up and bites me in the ass, as it has so many times before

Our eyes meet and then you twist your body... just like a fucking CHAMP would, legs shooting up and locking on a vicious submission hold as you grab my arm and wrench it while your body contorts mine. I cry out as you apply the torture... I grit my teeth... no no no no no NOOOO!!! I telll myself

But the pain rises to a whole new level... and I scream out "FUCK STOP STOP!!!" and I tap out, screaming in pain. I expect to hear the bell ring... but ... somehow... it doesn't!?! I glance over and the ref is just coming too... and as my body jerks to the side in a desperate flailing to relieve the pain, he shakes his head and focuses... and somehow didn't hear my submission... though I know YOU did, and it burns my soul. Wrench my body roughly to the side, loosening the hold enough to lessen the pain, though possibly just because you thought I'd tapped... who knows? Who cares? I certainly don’t on either count.


Emily: Sat up on my butt ,, my left leg draped over your neck ,, my thigh pressing down on it ,, and grinding your pretty face to the sweaty~covered canvas. I can feel the friction between your neck and my thigh ,, and also that between my crotch and your left shoulder. And my move is as simple and effective as it is beautiful. The more I crunch my abs and sit up ,, the more my chest and shoulder pushes your left arm back ,, while your right arm is in a perma tug with my clamped fingers around your bicep

I hear you screaming ,, crying for me to stop ,, but ,, unlike you ,, I'm aware of the ref's condition. I know that by all standards and fairness norms ,, you should have won this match. Which is eating at me. I may have dodged the bullet in losing my championship ,, but I know damn well what that means. Everyone saw it,, including Espinoza ,, and I can almost hear the scratch of the pen against the paper of the contract for the next title match. The sound that is making my skull explode with fury ,, pouring more pressure on your arms

"You . . . Bitch . . . You want my belt You want it ?? You want it more than your fucking arms ??" I seethe at you ,, clenching my body ,, my right thigh somewhat trapped awkwardly beneath you ,, and I turn my head ,, seeing the ref shake his groggy head ,, and I lick my lips ~~ I know he did not hear you ,, and I know if I keep the hold ,, and your arms go numb ,, so will the pain ,, so I ease the hold a bit ,, just a bit ,, enough for me to slide my right leg from beneath you and slide it over your back ,, seeing the ref crawl on his belly closer to us

The crowd roaring ,, screaming ,, some crying for you to get me off you ,, others at me to break you ,, some at the referee for being such a dumbass and missing two match enders ,, but I just grimace and sit up again ,, trying to clench tightly and renew the jolt on your arms ~ "GIVE IT UP BIIIITTCHHH!!!"


Rebecca: "AGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!" I scream in pain as I squirm in the hold, trying to shift it enough to break the lock, but the falling short; you shift your weight and sit up in the hold, clenching tightly in the grip and sending a jolt of pain through my arms. I scream in pain as you twist my limbs in new and agonizing angles, my mouth hanging open as I scream in pain....

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" I scream again as you lock on your hold, torturing me. I shake my head side to side, trying through sheer willpower to deny the agony you are inflicting on my body... tears running down my cheeks as my chest heaves, sweat dripping from my form onto the canvas once again tears mixing with the sweat that coats my cheeks... a low, primal deep howl of anguish is ripped from my body as you torture me...


"FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Emily: "GIVE IT UP BECCA!!!'

"YOU CAN'T FUCKING WRESTLE FOR SHIT YOU BITCH!!"


Rebecca: I scream in agony, then cry out the words you have been wrenching my body into painful anagrams of pain... trying to tear the words from my joints, my body, my soul... and finally, finally, you manage it.


Emily: "I WILL SEND YOU BACK TO WALK THE STREETS FOR CHANGE!"


Rebecca: FUCK!!!! I GIVE!!! I GIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I scream as the agony rips through my body... all that time in the gym, all that work, all that effort, all that will to try to better myself crashes against the rock of your power... leaving me obliterated in its wake.

[~*M*~]

Emily: My teeth clenched ,, my upper lip swollen horribly from the earlier punches in the start of the match ,, the two welts running down my face from the barrier fence smacks ,, numerous bruises on my cheeks and temples from our standing striking contest ,, and ugly purple marks on my abs and back from the chair shots. But nothing ,, nothing matches that gleam in my eyes from hearing your screams ,, feeling your helplessness. And why wouldn't I ,, when I'm not only hearing the cries leaving your lips ,, but traversing through our clenches flesh ,, muscle ,, and bone in this submission hold

But you don't give up immediately ,, unlike almost everyone else I put on this hold to feel their fingers tapping the floor of my back in a couple of seconds ,, you shake your head stubbornly ,, now that the ref in your face ,, and I grimace ,, my abs tightened ,, and I feel like a knife is driving through them from the tension ,, the hold has never lasted this long before ,, and I can feel the planking pain it causes to my very sore and abused core. I clench on my teeth ,, amazed by your endurance and will power. Curling my fingers and letting my nails bite into your bicep. Shaking my head furiously, and then. . . Finally you cry it out ,, your surrender

The Ref sitting up ,, shaking his hands ,, and I hear the bell ringing ,, announcing the end of the match. The crowd roaring ,, but I don't let go ,, instead I scream and shake my body ,, rocking back and forth on my butt ,, intensifying the hold ,, wanting to hear your screams a bit more ,, wanting to punish you so you don't ever feel like coming into this arena again. The ref reaching forwards to my warms and prying them off and I collapse to my back ,, blinking and moaning ,, feeling you slithering and rolling away ,, curling your arms inwards to soothe them ,, while the announcer jumps in the ring ~

"Laaaaaadiiieeesss and Gentlemen ,, your winner ,, and ~STIILLLLL~ the lightweight wrestling champion of the Globe ,, Emillyyyyyy Wishmaakkkeeerrrrr!!" ~ I roll to my knees ,, breathing hard ,, curled up ,, and unlike my other victories where I jump up to my feet and prance around ,, everyone can see that I'm hurt ,, very hurt ,, and I stumble up ,, leaning on the announcer's shoulder and I yank my belt ~MY~ belt off his hands ,, draping it on my shoulders ,, and I stumble to the corner ,, breathing hard ,, and resting my back on the middle buckle ,, staring at you,, brushing my pink tresses off my face


Rebecca: I lay there, on my back... chest heaving... eyes squeezed shut.... the announcer starts his speech and I couldn’t even slightly care less... the agony that RIPS through my body is now only slightly fading. My limbs flop weakly. My eyelids flutter. My thoughts drift around past... "Becca, you aren't good enough to front this league... I'm sorry, but it is better for you if you know the truth...

FUTURE: "THE Greatest challenge our champ has ever known!" and PRESENT "OMG THE PAIN THE PAIN THE PAIN THE PAIN THE HUMILATION I JUST GAVE I JUST TAPPED I JUST SUBMITTED IN FRONT OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN THE WORLD!!"

My lips hang open as I stare up at the light above me... saliva dripping from my lips, my chest heaving my body tortured beyond my ability to endure....

But words that hang in my ears as I focus briefly: "Your winner... AND STILL CHAMPION! EMILY "THE BLONDE HURRICANE" WISHMAKER!!!"


Emily: I stand there ,, or whatever pathetic excuse for standing anyone would call this half slouched lean against the buckle. I keep eyeing you ,, watching you sob ,, rub your shoulders and arms. Flashbacks from the fight coming to my mind. Your baseball dive ,, kicking the chair into my face then using it against me. The battering outside the ring and inside it. And I turn my head to the side ,, and I see Espinoza standing there, a smug satisfied grin on his face ,, knowing he just put up the biggest match these folks have ever seen. But strangely enough ,, he's not looking at me ,, he's just staring at you

Why isn't there disappointment and disapproval in his eyes ?? Why ?? Fucking why ?? The thoughts rummage my head ,, and I watch him gesture for the announcer who walks to the ropes and passes him the microphone ~ And Espinoza's voice seeps through the speakers ~ "Ladies and gentlemen . . . As you have witnessed ,, today's match was not short on . . . Excitement ! ! !" And the crowd roars ! ! !


~ " Ring mastery and skill !! " ~ another approving roar ~

~ "Excellence ,, that only us can bring you ! ! " ~ an even louder roar ~

~ "But . . . it was not devoid of controversy !! " ~~ A mixed roar with boo's rise ,, that make my heart sink ,, watching you stir ,, and sit up against the ropes ~

~ "And as you know ,, we here ,, take our wrestling very seriously. And thus ,, after consulting with my colleagues ,, we have decided to . . . Have a rematch ! ! ! " ~ the crowd ROARS even higher ,, and my head shakes slowly right and left ~

~ "Right hereeeee ,, right nooooowwwwww!!!" My jaw drops ,, turning to you ,, seeing you risen to your knees ,, your blue eyes gazing at me ,, and I see the smirk on your face ,, the smile of someone who has nothing to lose ,, and everything to gain ,, including vengeance ~ ~ ~

~~ To be Continued ~~

[~Barbara~]

This is truly a master piece. What a hot match and what a hot ending.

I want that title belt, Emily.

And I want a match with Becca like right now!

[Stephanie Gibson v2.0]

They're back!!!  SOOOO AWESOME!!!! 

[Rebecca P]

I just wanted to thank Emily for the fantastic match.  She is a tremendous opponent, a ton of fun to fight, and a amazing writer.

[GoldenGirl]

I sat spellbound, reading this - it has all the ingredients necessary for a great fight.

So great, in fact, that I just had to read it again!

Thank you both, for the pure excitement and the great entertainment!

More, soon, Please!!

GG

[~*M*~]

For those interested !!! Part two of this match has been posted!! Enjoy!!