[Fortran Wrench]

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An empty plastic beer bottle began its slow rolling journey down the concrete steps.

It started at Row A; right at the top of the William Robinson Arena in the isle between seats 153 and 154. It would roll to the edge of a step, tip over and bounce. Three times a half drunken foot accidentally nudged it on its way when it had stalled.

Ten minutes after it began the slow decent from the nosebleed section towards ringside it passed Row MM (only two rows from the barrier surrounding the wrestling ring). It rolled sideways out of the isle and under a couple of pairs of feet before being picked up by the man sitting in MM 52.

The man offered his well thought out opinion to the officiating staff: "Fuck you ref you're fucking blind!" before he took drunken aim and hurled the bottle in the direction of the ring only seven metres away.

It travelled in a high powered arc and struck a burly man in wrestling tights who was being punched in the head - to the count of the crowd - by his opponent; an even bigger and more burly man.

The intended target (an overweight man in referee stripes) didn't even notice the bottle. The security staff did though.

Five minutes later - as the thrower of the bottle was being lead away and attempting to recreate the bout he had just witnessed with two bouncers - the men in row LL (seats 52 to 54) had the following conversation (despite sitting next to each other they almost had to shout. There wasn't a spare seat in the arena and the crowd were clearly a few beers deep):

Paul: (Seat LL 53): "Well thank God that clown's gone."
Miles: (Seat LL 52): "You mean the drunk idiot? Or the Maui Mauler?"

At that moment one wrestler was parading around the ring with his music playing and his arms raised in victory. The other was staggering back to the locker room, scowling as he clutched the side of his head.

Miles: "The idiot. I was hoping the Mauler would go over in that one. I'm down to wrestle him next week and he doesn't like dropping two in a row."

Miles ran a dark toned hand over his brown skinned (and very bald) head. He had a feeling that in a weeks time he'd be flat on his back in that ring staring at the lights and getting a two second tan.

Richard (LL 54): "Lemme guess. The Maui Mauler has some clout with the booker?"
Miles: "Only because he's her husband."
Paul: "Ouch... So what's up next?"

Paul sucked back the last of the beer in his hand and added it to the lemming like migration of plastic slowly making its way downhill. The ring announcer was trying to do a gee with the victorious wrestler and failing.

Miles: "Well when that fish-head stops flubbing his lines and gets out of the ring it's time for Bubblegum Girl verses Ice Queen. Sorry... I mean Kelly Crowley verses Valerie Tusk."
Richard: "New girls?"
Miles: "Yup. Kelly's a rook but Val's done five years in Europe. She's a real pro. Kelly's potatoed her five times on the mats in the last three weeks. The rookie's all tits, ass and no control."
Richard: "Hoo-boy... This is going to be good."
Miles: "Either that or a total botch fest. But either way... You boys are gonna love Bubblegum Butt for her costume alone. Settle in boys. Shit's about to get jiggly."

The three men twisted open new beers, tapped them together with wide grins on their faces and settled back in their seats. Thousands of wrestling fans in the arena were buzzing as the lights went low again and the music started.

Miles was not joking. Right then shit got jiggly.

All eyes were on Kelly Crowley as she appeared through the curtained entrance to ringside, paused briefly to pose in a flash of pink lighting and pyro, and then confidently jiggled her way down the ramp toward the ring.

She wasn't fat, not by any means. But she did have a cute little pouch nudging just over her bright pink bikini bottoms. She did have a hint of muffin top poking out over the strings at her hips. Her top half did most of the jiggling - her pink bikini top kept her fully contained but it was an effort. As she came down the ramp and did a circuit around the ring the men saw there was a nice little jiggle from the rear as well.

But the most striking parts of her look were her electric pink calf length boots and her bright pink hair - which was long and full and came half way down her back like a liquid candy waterfall. Kelly did a couple of laps of the outside of the ring (with all the grace of a new born giraffe with tits) before climbing up onto the apron. Right on the side where the men from LL 52 to 54 were watching.

She turned her back to them.

Bent low.

Stepped through the ropes.

The crowd on that side of the arena went crazy.

Richard and Paul were smiling even more widely at this point. Richard commented: "Oh my God. That ass."

Even Miles was grinning. And he'd seen Kelly before and he preferred brown women not white ones. But he still admired that view. It was impossible not too. Kelly looked more like a stripper who would rather shake you down for singles than do cardio. But she still had a stripper's sexiness.

She knew how to bend. She knew what looks to throw the crowd to get them worked up. Nobody could say she didn't look smoking hot. She may have been less 'Spearmint Rhino' and more 'Cheetahs' but she still had every guy (and a few of the ladies as well) thinking dirty thoughts about what they'd like to do with her after only three minutes of 'Hit Me Baby One More Time' by Britney Spears.

The three men hadn't heard the fish head on the stick doing the announcements. The music and cheering had been too loud.

"... And her opponent ..."

The lights and music changed. Britney got kicked to the curb by Rammstein and ice cold killer Valerie Tusk made her entrance.

"Fucking hell.." offered Richard.

Asides from being a woman, Valerie was the exact opposite of Kelly.

Where Kelly was soft, Valerie was firm.

Where Kelly looked like a Hustler cover, Valerie looked like she belonged on the front of Muscle & Fitness.

She was a shade shorter than her pink opponent, but only because her silver and white boots had less platform. She wore full length tights to her waist - sky blue with white side stripes and gold starred trim. You could see not only her six pack but also the striations of her obliques. She wore a high necked band (again sky blue, trimmed with white) covering her chest. Rounded shoulders, toned arms, cold blue eyes that were either coloured contacts or some truly evil genetics.

And bright sky blue hair. Shaved on the sides and back; swept over her right eye.

She made the chick from Blue Is The Warmest Colour look like she fancied men. 

"Fuck me..." requested Paul.
Miles replied: "Don't bet on it buddy. I heard she doesn't swing that way."

The music faded.

The two women faced off.

The new referee (a rather plain faced woman in referee stripes) swallowed nervously and signalled for the bell to be rung. The two wrestlers circled each other, taking their time (exchanging a few taunts) and focussing the audience's attention on them. It didn't take long for the crowd to start buzzing; the sight of Pink in her bright bikini alone had already sparked a lot of interest.

Right away there was trouble.

One of the most basic wrestling moves is the lock up - Referee's Hold. The Americans call it 'collar 'n elbow'.

The simple act of grabbing your opponent and not clashing heads.

Kelly completely misjudged the distance and managed to do just that; her chin clipping Valerie on the forehead. Like a true pro the blue clad wrestler shook it off and snagged the hold and they were off to a shaky start.

It was Mile's turn to swallow nervously. He had trained with them for weeks leading up to this and liked them both.

The match developed from there. Standard run and gun. Regulation face shine. A cut off from Valerie as she grabbed Kelly's hair and slammed her down onto her back with a solid sounding bump. They were telling a good enough story - even if the audience had seen it all before. And it was clear to Miles that Valerie was leading and doing her best to look after her rookie partner.

But then little things started to creep in.

Kelly charged with her shoulder but dropped it lower than she should have - she lead with her point and not the flat of her chest - which stung her partner right on the side of her left breast. Val sold it and went down but Miles noticed a look of frustration flash across her face.

A hammer lock from Kelly that was clearly too high up Valerie's back.

A miss timed run off the ropes from Kelly that forced Val to bail out from a flying tackle and use a drop toe hold instead which killed the end of the sequence.

For six agonising minutes this went on. Miles noticed the mistakes creeping in more and more along with the frustrated (and sometimes angry) expressions on Valerie Tusk's face.

And then... Disaster.

It should have been a simple enough spot. Both women were on the mat with Kelly trapped in a headlock. Miles noticed that Valerie had buried her face in Kelly's long pink hair and was using it as a screen to whisper the next sequence into her ear. She called a straight forward series of moves to keep Kelly alive and take them into the last part of their match.

Simple.

Routine.

Cannot possibly stuff this up.

"One tackle - drop down - hip toss - arm drag - clothesline."

They rose to their feet and Kelly used the ropes to break the headlock, bouncing Valerie off them and sending her running. Miles held his breath.

One Tackle: Valerie returned off the ropes and crashed into Kelly, sending her down to the mat.

Drop Down: Valerie turned and ran to the side and off the ropes. Kelly flopped over onto her stomach into Val's path and the Ice Queen leaped over her and continued through, bouncing off the far ropes.

Hip Toss: It wasn't text book but Valerie went over cleanly as Kelly turned her back, stuck out her leg, hooked her arm behind Valerie's back and threw her over her hips.

Arm Drag: Kelly stepped in. She locked her left elbow to Valerie's left elbow as the blue clad wrestler got to her feet and actually executed a perfect arm drag, rolling and sending Valerie tumbling over her body and back down to the canvas.

Clothesline: Valerie got to her feet and turned, circling clockwise like she is meant to and expecting to meet Kelly's shoulder with her shoulder and feel her arm safely crooked across her chest. One safely wind milled arm from Kelly and the sequence would be complete.

Kelly stepped towards Val and swung her arm at full force - stiff armed - right at her head.

The blow connected like a baseball bat. There was a resounding crack and if Valerie hadn't turned her head at the last second her nose would have been broken instantly. Kelly's forearm connected under her partner's cheek, making her flinch as if she'd been shot in the face with a water cannon. Without thinking Val executed a back breakfall to the canvas - her legs splayed and the soles of her silver boots pointing to the ceiling. As she landed the pain made her cry out and all semblance of staying in character was totally gone. She clutched her face with her hands and rolled side to side, stunned and briefly forgetting where she was and what she was doing.

The crowd erupted into an explosion of surprise, astonishment and cheering.

Kelly stood there frozen in shock at what had just happened.

So did the referee for a moment before she remembered her training and sent Kelly to a corner (Miles saw that she mouthed "Run distraction."). Bubblegum Pink turned around - the look of shock still on her face - before walking over to the turnbuckle, climbing up to the second rope and posing and jiggling for the crowd.

Richard and Paul watched Kelly as she worked the crowd, admiring the way her bikini was becoming less and less effective at holding in the curves of her body. She shook her breasts before arching her back and doing a middle rope twerk.

A loud voice cut through the racket the crowd was making.

"You fucking BITCH!"

Valerie Tusk rose to her feet, threw the referee to one side and stormed over to the corner. The look of fury on her face all but silenced the crowd who saw it as she drew her fist back and drove a rock hard punch as hard as she could square at Bubblebutt's ass.

It connected like a freight train - the shock of the impact knocking Pink's boots off the rope. She squealed in surprise and pain and went crashing to the ground and onto her butt - right at the Ice Queen's feet. Without missing a beat or giving her opponent time to recover Valerie Tusk went full beast mode as she stood behind her downed victim; bending low and swinging her fists. She rained down arching left-right punches - hooking blows to the sides of Bubblegum's head.

Not knowing what else to do the crowd started counting.

"Jesusfuck!" exclaimed Miles.

The crowd had reached "Six!" before the referee tried to intervene and grabbed one of the Ice Bitch's arms. Valerie threw her aside but it was enough of a distraction to let Kelly try to crawl away under the bottom rope to the safety of the floor at ringside.

"Oh no you don't bitch!" shouting those words caused pain to radiate out sharply along Ice's cheek. This only made her more angry as she snagged one of Pink's feet and dragged her back to the centre of the ring.

The crowd started yelling helpful instructions:

"Kick her!"

"Punch her!"

"Rip her tits off!"

Valerie considered doing all these things and a lot more as she raised her foot and stomped down hard on Bubblegum's back - with a heavy impact that squashed her breasts painfully between her ribs and the canvas. This knocked the air out Kelly's lungs, made her eyes bulge and left her rolled over on her side coughing and gasping.

The ref tried to intervene again but this time she was met with an ice cold glare and a raised fist. Wisely she backed off; raising her hands in front of her face and bailing to the outside of the ring. In her panic she tumbled gracelessly to the floor - landing on her padded ass before running for the locker room as fast as her legs would carry her.

Miles watched in amazement as the Ice Bitch bounced off the ropes and landed as clean and solid a kick as he'd ever seen to Kelly's stomach. She grunted in stunned agony as the kick connected, her bright pink hair rippling in a wave and adding a bizarre effect to what was a brutal strike. There was no way in hell that the Blue Killer had pulled that blow.

"You goddamn potato throwing bitch!": Ice Blue shouted this so loud that even above the roar of the crowd she was clearly heard.

"Well there goes kayfabe right out the window." Miles said to himself as Val turned Pink over onto her back with the toe of her boot...

... Paused briefly ...

Then dropped a massive leaping elbow right onto Bubblegum's breasts. The crowd groaned/cheered as the elbow landed, deforming Kelly's tits like they were pizza dough. She would have screamed if she'd hadn't already had the breath knocked out of her from the kick before.

As Valerie rolled away and got to her feet (her opponent coughing and gagging on the canvas beneath her) the guys in row LL noticed that the force of the blow had knocked one of Pink's tits clean out of her bikini top. It flopped flatly, jiggling around, the dark coloured nipple stiff and pointing shakily toward the ring lights.

Miles thought for the briefest of instants he heard several thousand people gasp. Maybe it was just his imagination.

Then the entire crowd erupted into sound. A feral (and incredibly loud) cheering that must have been heard for blocks around the city.

Ice Bitch took this as her cue to grab Bubblegum by the hair and yank her to her feet. With one of Pink's tits hanging out and swaying side to side she marched her to a corner - on the side of the ring the three men could see closely - and managed to hurl her chest first into the turnbuckles.

With one breast flopped out and Bubblegum trying to cover it up Valerie yelled:

"You wanna see this bitches tits?"

The crowd roared its approval of this idea. So did Richard and Paul. Miles was sitting there mortified and wondering how long it would be before the locker room emptied and the two were separated.

With a wide faced and completely evil smile the demonic blue bitch yanked the strings loose on Pink's back and lifted her top up. She got it to her neck and wrapped it around her throat a couple of times before starting to choke her. Kelly grabbed for the tether around her neck with scrabbling fingers - her tongue hanging out and her face quickly starting to turn red as the cord bit sharply into her throat. Her body shook with the effort to breathe and free herself which sent her breasts quivering.

"Boobies!" screamed a drunken man in the front row. He was only voicing what everyone else in the arena was thinking.

They bounced and jiggled in the most amazing and beautiful way possible. Every twitch and tremor in Pink's body (as the Ice Bitch tried to strangle her to death) sent them pulsing and rippling under the arena lights. Bubblegum's nipples were fully pointed now, wobbling like two large gummy bears stuck in half globes of jelly.

Valerie then took pity on her victim for a brief instant and allowed her to snatch a couple of ragged gasps before using the strings around her neck to force her chest over the top rope. With Pink's hanging tits flopping around and the rope biting into her ribs she was then dragged the full length of the rope to the next corner right past the guys.

When they reached the bend Ice slammed Kelly's head into the top turn buckle and then dragged her along the next rope - slowly taking her 'around the world'. Pink's high pitched screaming was truly earsplitting as the friction from the rope burned her skin. The guys watched from behind this time as Bubblegum was dragged along the next edge; letting the crowd on the far side to get an eyeful of those wonderful jiggling breasts being mauled on the rope.

Another head slamming shot into the turnbuckle and Ice turned for home. By this time there was an enormous red welt on Kelly's chest right under her breasts and she was howling in agony. She tried desperately to free herself but was being choked out and overpowered. The blue clad wrestler finished her 'world tour' by slamming Pink's head into the corner she had started at, unwrapping the bikini string and tossing Kelly into the middle of the ring by her hair.

Miles took a breath. He was worried now. Kelly looked like she was getting seriously hurt. He contemplated jumping the barrier and separating the two girls but decided against it. If he did that then maybe some drunken spectators might join in as well and that would only make things worse. He couldn't work out why nobody had come through from the back to break this up.

Valerie swung Kelly's bikini top around her head and faked throwing it out into the crowd a few times. Eventually she tossed it in the men's direction and Richard caught it (getting a high five from Paul and a back pat from Miles - even if Mile's expression wasn't entirely joyful by now.) Richard handed the pink top to Miles saying "Happy birthday big guy. Got you something."

Kelly Crowley was now half naked in the ring.

She writhed and covered her chest with her hands, coughing and spluttering as the red colour faded from her face and the red welt darkened on her chest. Twice she tried to crawl to the edge of the ring in an attempt to escape (her pendulous breasts swinging under her body like a cow's udder on its way to the shed at milking time). Twice she was hauled back, first by the hair, then by a foot.

The Evil Ice Witch stood over the fallen Pink Princess (feet straddling her chest - eyes glaring at her face) and shouted: "You clumsy dumb ho! I'm going to fucking kill you!"

This was her first mistake of the night.

Bubblegum's mind cleared just enough to see her chance. She balled up her fist and - summoning all her strength - launched herself into a sitting position as she drove a hard thrusting punch right between Valerie's legs. The front five rows heard a satisfying thud/smack as the blow connected. Right on target. Directly hitting the Ice Bitch on her sensitive mound under her pale blue tights.

Ice groaned, clutched herself and fell to the side - her eyes watering.

More than a few people in the crowd groaned as well.

This was the break Kelly needed to get some control back. But rather than use the lull to escape she shakily got to her knees, then her feet and shouted: "Fucking hell Jane! It was a fucking accident!" before mounting the Ice Queen's chest and raining down a series of open handed slaps to her face.

"Holy shit! She's fighting back!" observed Richard.

Again, not knowing what to do, the crowd went for some 'boo-yays'. They were heating up big time. So far this match was the highlight of the evening.

The slaps jolted a response from Valerie - they would have stung even without the injury to her face already. Ice tried to punch Pink's tits (they were hanging down in front and were clearly the easiest target) but despite her best efforts could only manage a couple of clean hits. The second one was solid, making a fantastic ripple through Kelly's wobbling breasts.

It might have been enough to throw Bubblegum off her dominant position except that she was furious now. With a shriek of rage she reached down and hoisted Valerie's top up and snapped it over the back of her head, catching the Blue Bitch in a classic shirt trap. She looked like a luchadore that had forgotten that her mask needs holes.

"Boobies!" bellowed the same drunken man from before.

Valerie Tusk had fit girl tits. The kind you'd see if women's beach volleyball was played topless. A little smaller than average maybe. A little flatter perhaps - but her girlfriend loved suckling them so she didn't care. Her nipples were brown and pointy with cute little circular bumps as areolas.

Bubblegum lifted her weight up and then slammed her bubble butt down onto the Ice Queen's stomach. Valerie was swinging wildly with her fists as she couldn't see very clearly and one punch thudded into Pinks right tit by pure fluke. Kelly barely felt the pain though, she was beyond furious and ready for some payback.

To a chorus of "Yays!" from the crowd she delivered her hardest blows of the night so far (except for the stiff arm to the head earlier). Four thunderous open handed slaps that landed left-right-left-right on the Blue Bitch's fit tits. The sharp slapping impacts and her muffled screams could be heard in the nosebleed section.

Richard had the biggest smile of his life.

Paul was recording the action on his phone.

Miles was sitting transfixed to his seat with mouth agape.

Pink was halfway through a fifth slap when Blue thrust her clean off by planting one foot flat on the ground with a bent leg and using that leverage roll her hips to one side. This movement startled Kelly and she flew off her mount position and onto the canvas. As she got to her feet Valerie did too - her head still trapped in her lycra top.

Ice grabbed at her own head and tried to pull her top back down but the snug lycra fabric was stretched tight over her face. Eventually she gave up on pulling it back down and tore it off completely - angrily tossing it out of the ring.

It flew through the air like a stretched out blue butterfly and landed with a flop on Mile's lap. He stared at it briefly before stuffing it into his pocket.

The two topless women then closed on each other with all the grace of a high speed smash on the freeway. They tangled, crashed to the canvas and then rolled up and down the length and width of the ring; a snarling ball of cat fury that left tufts of pink and blue hair dotted around the ring in at least a dozen places. The hatred on their faces was shocking to some people and arousing to almost everyone else. This had clearly been building up for a while and Miles was left with the impression that things had just gone full Thunderdome.

Two women enter. One woman leaves.

The language coming from the ring was truly atrocious - most of it revolved around each girl's sexual proclivities, their weight, the size of various body parts and the general nature of their mothers. The words 'camel toed hoebag slut' were also used creatively in a sentence. Mile's brown coloured face nearly turned white.

Finally the ring just couldn't contain the two women anymore. They rolled right under the rope and came crashing to the floor on the side closest to the guys. Valerie was first to her feet. Shaking her head to clear it she aimed a kick at Bubblebutt's bubble but. Pink squealed and tried to crawl back into the ring to get away as Ice reached out to stop her, grabbing her by the bikini bottoms. As Pink threw herself into the ring the Blue Bitch held on and when Kelly stood up she realised with horror that her opponent was on the outside of the ring...

And still clutching her pretty pink bikini pants!

And the crowd went wild.

Totally naked, bright red in the face and horrified, Ma and Pa Crowley's little girl Kelly stood bare ass naked (but for her boots) in front of tens of thousands of people.

"Pussy!" yelled the drunken 'boobie' man. The audience was screaming so loud nobody heard him.

She clutched at her breasts with both hands to try and cover them while jamming her knees together. When that didn't conceal her she shifted one hand down in an attempt to cover the light brown fuzz of her trimmed landing strip. That didn't work either. Kelly Crowley was more woman than her poor little hands could conceal and that wasn't even factoring in her bare ass which was now proudly on display.

Tears streamed down her face; which was now bright red. She watched as Valerie twirled her pink bikini bottoms around her head and again faked out where she was going to throw them. With the crowd desperately trying to attract her attention she tossed the panties out and Paul managed to snag them - although he did have to stand on his chair and nearly tumbled into row MM. Pleased beyond words he said: "Happy birthday big guy" to Miles and tossed them to him. Miles pocketed the bright pink garment next to the other items of wardrobe he was collecting.

Bubblegum Pink was searching frantically for a way out but Ice Blue was circling the ring, trapping her inside and smiling wickedly. The Blue Bitch stood blocking the exit ramp, knowing that if Kelly wanted to flee to the locker room she'd have to go through her first.

Eventually - to the amazement of the crowd and like a naked Supergirl - Pink took a run up and leapt over the top rope and onto the Ice Bitch in a fully extended suicide dive. Both women crashed to the ground heavily in a wreck of limbs and groaning.

The pop from the fans topped all the other ones so far.

"Hole - E shit! Hole - E shit! Hole - E shit!" the chant went up. Usually reserved for only the most amazing highspots, nobody in the arena who saw that dive thought it wasn't deserved. The sheer image of Pink (naked as a jay bird, arms out like a super hero, long pink hair streaming flatly behind her) as she flew over the top rope would go down in wrestling history as one of the iconic images. Helped by the fact that at least a dozen people had snapped pictures of it.

Both wrestlers were laying in a tangled heap.(Pink on top, face down with her bubble butt in the air) and trying to get their breath back. Ice was crushed under the gorgeous body of a nude woman and was shaking her head trying to clear it. She'd taken the full force of an elbow to the ribs as Pink had slammed into her and knew she'd have a hell of a bruise there in the morning.

"This is awesome!"

Clap clap clap-clap-clap

"This is awesome!"

Clap clap clap-clap-clap

All three friends joined in the chant as it reverberated around the stadium. Miles was hoping that next year his thirty-first birthday would be as spectacular as his thirtieth. Although he was still worried sick that he was watching his friends get badly hurt.

Bubblebutt rose to her feet slowly, leaving Ice staring at the lights with a glazed expression. She no longer cared about covering herself up as she staggered her way up the ramp towards the safety of the locker room - an end to her ordeal in sight. She passed within arms length of the crowd who were all staring at her naked body (many taking photos and video on their phones) but she didn't seem to care as she limped slowly onward.

Suddenly out of nowhere Ice crash tackled her to the ground. Pink's body slammed onto the ramp face first with a violent 'crack' noise and she was nearly knocked unconscious. She tasted blood and heard her head ring as her chin bounced off the ramp; causing her to bite the inside of her cheek. Ice was screaming at the top of her lungs every insult she could think of as she straddled her stunned opponent and hurtled punch after punch on every part of Bubblegum within reach.

Shoulders.
Head.
Back.
Butt.

Blow after blow hammered into the poor girl's pale body as the Blue Killer went berserk, determined to put an end to this for good. Pink forced herself to her elbows and knees and tried to cover her head with her hands. This just forced Ice to pummel her body. Things looked grim for the Pretty Pink Stripper.

Then - out of desperation- Kelly just lurched herself sideways and caught some incredibly good luck. The punch that the Topless Ice Bitch threw glanced off the side of her head and drove straight into the floor of the ramp. A sharp shock travelled into her arm and she howled in pain as she clutched her wrist and rolled off her bruised opponent. Slowly the Blue Bitch made her way on her hands and knees up the ramp, having decided enough was enough (the effort making her wrist throb sharply). She wanted to take the victory of being the first back to the locker room, leaving her victim a naked and beaten mess at ringside.

Valerie Tusk crawled toward the top of the ramp - to her it seemed miles away. The cameras captured every dramatic moment and the thousands in attendance watched on the jumbotron as events unfolded. But things didn't quite go to plan for Valerie and the next sound coming from her mouth wasn't a shout of triumph. It was a scream of surprise.

Bubblebutt...

Somewhere...

Deep down inside her...

Even after the beating she had taken...

After the humiliation she had suffered - being violently assaulted and stripped naked...

Kelly Crowley (real name: Anne Kelly Creighton) somehow found the strength...

To crawl...

Slowly at first...

Then with more speed...

Chasing after Valerie Tusk (real name: Jane Valerie Tasker)...

The exit almost within reach...

Until...

With a sudden diving lurch Pink crashed forward and snagged Ice's waist from behind with her arms. Both women crashed back down to the ramp with a heavy thud. Pink was snarling (in the mood for some payback) as she grabbed her opponent's sky blue tights and peeled them off her beautifully toned ass. Down they came, exposing her ass and supple legs and trapping her boots - sticking them together like a tight-fitting tube sock and effectively tying her feet together between the ankles and knees.

Both women were now naked.

The crowd went completely and utterly berserk.

Totally lost their shit.

The guys from LL 52-54 suddenly became the three wise monkeys of wrestling.

Richard clapped his hands over his ears (the noise from the crowd was truly deafening).

Paul rubbed his eyes and blinked in astonishment (not fully believing what he was witnessing).

Miles stuck his hand over his mouth (which was still wide open; his expression one of complete amazement).

Neither the three friends not any of the other people in the arena would ever forget the sight of Valerie Tusk's totally naked and perfectly toned ass as she struggled to free herself. Then Pink turned her over and crawled on top and the world got to see the tiny little triangle of trimmed black fuzz between the Ice Bitch's legs.

"Pussy!" yelled the drunken man again. Absolutely nobody was paying attention to him at this point.

In what can only be described as 'all hellcat fury breaking lose' the two denuded women went at it on the platform in front of the ring entrance. Slaps smacked into bare breasts, knees were aimed at sensitive mounds, elbows connected with heads. Tuft after tuft of pink and blue hair was sent flying into the air as each woman snarled and scratched and vented many weeks of pent up frustration on each other. With Ice's legs still trapped from the knees down it looked like Pink was fighting an angry naked mermaid.

They rolled around on the platform and gave each other everything they had left while at the same time giving the audience a clear view of everything they had. The cameras picked up every bump, curve and thatch covered fold and put it up on the big screen for everyone's enjoyment. Eventually The Blue Bitch was able to peel her tights off completely and used this new found freedom to land a solid kick on Bubblebutt's ass, striking her with a loud meaty 'smack' noise.

"Bitch!"

"Slut!"

"Bitchslut!"

One moment Ice was sitting 'reverse cowgirl' style on Pink's chest, a candy coloured boot in each hand - lifting her legs apart so the audience could see the parts of Kelly Crowley that she herself needed a mirror to see.

The next moment Pink was on top and had the Blue Naked Bitch over her knee and was smacking the hell out of her backside with slaps that could be heard above the roar of the crowd. Ice managed to struggle free, groaning in pain - but not before her beautifully sculpted ass had been turned a lighter shade of red. As she rolled away from those stinging slaps the naked Ice Queen managed to snag Bubblegum Pink's head with her legs. She grabbed two fist fulls of silky pink hair and pulled the trapped girl deep into a head triangle hold. 

Miles watched (still partly in shock) as Pink's face was trapped between the Blue Bitch's thighs. Her mouth and nose were buried in the black fuzz of Ice Blue's muff - as Valerie literally tried to choke Kelly out using her vagina as a weapon.

Pink struggled to free herself. At least she did at first. As time went by she seemed to be struggling less and less; Miles noticed her eyes half closing. Was she smiling?

Valerie's face softened... She stopped snarling...

Both women started to moan... Not in pain.

Valerie began to twitch... Her expression became positively blissful...

The crowd couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Just as Valerie Tusk was about to explode in a rapturous orgasm all over Kelly Crowley's face somebody backstage finally took action. The lights blacked out (much to the consternation of the crowd) which masked whatever happened on the platform just then.

"Oh my God" exclaimed Paul. "Did we just see that?"

The house lights came up about a minute later; the audience still abuzz with what they had just witnessed. The platform was empty except for a couple of black clad crew members adjusting the floor panel that Pink had smashed her head on earlier. Looking like a stunned mullet the ring announcer climbed into the ring and said:

"Um... Ah... Ladies and gentlemen... The last match has... Ah... Been ruled a 'no contest'. We are going to take a thirty minute break before resuming the show. Please feel free to visit the concession stand and the bar."

The three wise monkeys of wrestling - Richard, Paul and Miles - stared at each other for a moment. Then Miles stood up out of his chair exclaiming: "That does it. I've got to go and see if they're ok."

Richard and Paul exchanged glances as Miles headed for the backstage area, his plastic pass swaying side to side on the lanyard around his neck as he walked - at a pace only just slower than running.

Walking faster and faster Miles found his way to the crew door and breezed past the security guard with a nod. Then he was striding down the corridor in the direction of the locker room. He passed a few crew members (their shoulder radios and headsets buzzing with frantic voices) and caught a glimpse of some of the office suits hurrying in the direction he was now jogging in. The door to the locker room was half open and he could hear raised female voices from inside.

"You fucking bitch!"

"You clumsy hoe!"

"You could have killed me!"

"Wouldn't be much of a loss to the world you pink haired potato hurling jobber!"

Miles burst through the door and froze.

The entire roster was in the locker room. And half the crew. And most of the office. And standing in the middle right in front of him (being held back by the Maui Mauler on one side and El Condor on the other) were Kelly and Valerie. Still naked but for their boots. Chest to chest and screaming at each other.

Miles shouted: "Anne! Jane! Please! Just calm down!"; there was real panic in his voice. He was terrified that it was all going to kick off again. At least this time the roster was here to separate the two hellcats.

Breathing heavily, virtually nose to nose, the two naked women paused.

Together they turned their heads to look at Miles.

The wrestlers holding them let go and stepped back. The two girls looked back at each other.

...

Then they kissed.

...

"What the faah?" was all Miles could say.

As he stood there confused Pink and Blue made out like they were alone in the room. Each had their arms wrapped around the other woman's waist and they pulled together for a kiss that seemed to radiate down their entire bodies.

"Wait.. Wait what?!"

Miles saw tongues flashing between the women, mortal enemies a few moments ago, now heavenly lesbian lovers. His jaw dropped, eyes widened, and he completely lost the ability to speak.

...

The pair stopped kissing each other. Kelly said to Valerie "Love you baby.".

Again they turned their heads to look at Miles.

So did everyone else in the room.

Mile's mind went totally blank. He was confused. Not understanding anything he had just witnessed.

Bubblegum Pink and Ice Blue both said the following words to the stunned man. Their voices in perfect synch:

"Happy Birthday Miles!"

Then everyone in the locker room started singing the Happy Birthday song.

Half way through the song realization finally dawned on him.

"THIS WAS A FUCKING RIB?"

The song broke down into howls of laughter.

"The entire thing was a joke?!"

Miles was slowly finding his voice again. He looked like he had just gone through a sixty minute Ironman match with Eddie 'Killbane' Prior.

Laughing sweetly the two naked wrestlers, now hand in hand, went up to Miles and kissed him on each cheek.

"You evil fucking bitches! You totally had me fooled!" opined Miles and sending everyone into fits of laughter.

Only now did Miles notice Richard and Paul in the doorway behind him, both men grinning like escaped mental patients; Paul recording everything on his phone.

"You were in on this?" asked Miles.

Richard replied: "In on it? IN on it? Dude I organised the whole thing."

The three friends mock tussled with each other as drinks were handed round (beers for the boys - soda for the wrestlers who were still on the card to perform.) and the locker room began to relax.

The Maui Mauler, El Condor, Saturn Six, Bigfoot Joe, Penny Lazer - all of Mile's friends - crowded round him and shared a laugh. This practical joke was the culmination of weeks of planning and everyone agreed that it had gone off without a hitch.

Anne and Jane decided to stay naked for the group photo to mark the occasion - standing either side of Miles and flanked by Richard and Paul, as the rest of the locker room comically crowded into the background.

When the smoke cleared and everything had settled down Miles collapsed on a bench, breathing heavily; an empty plastic beer bottle at his feet. He was relieved beyond words that his friends hadn't been actually been trying to kill each other after all; but he still had a shit ton of questions for them. He sighed.

Ann Kelly Creighton and Jane Valerie Tasker (who had both taken the time to quickly shower and get changed into their street clothes) sat down either side of him. They didn't say anything at first, they just looked at him and smiled.

Miles stated; "You two are the evillest bitches in all of wrestling."

The two women nodded in agreement.

Ten minutes later (most of which Miles spent complimenting the pair on their work and not asking the millions of questions he had running through his head) Valerie said: "We're going to the Ricky Steamboat Diner after the show. You coming?"

"I'll be there. And I'm buying you both a steak. You fucking earned it tonight girls. I'd better get back to my seat. Don't want to miss the last part of the show but I'm calling it now. You two were match of the night."

Bubblegum Pink and Ice Blue beamed, gave him a parting kiss and then watched as he stood up and left, kicking the empty plastic beer bottle in front of him.

It took ten minutes for random crew members to kick it down the corridor and out of the arena. An hour later as thousands of pairs of feet left the stadium it got squashed flatter than an elbow smashed booby.

[Dirty bad bitch]

Mmm, that was a hot story ... nice twist at the end too! 

- Sonja

[rustedone]

That was glorious!

[Fortran Wrench]

Hey thanks a lot for the likes and replies everyone. I really do appreciate them.

I'm thinking about writing a brief follow up to this one. I'll have to see how it goes.

[FawnL]

...nice story....but honestly I would have liked to see a final KO....!   

...I am pretty brutal....I know...   

[luffy316]

well the writing style itself kind of jumped around a little and I wasn't up on all the league terms, but story and fight itself were super and more than worth it!